You might be wondering how I made it to 23 and hadn’t gone all the way. Probably because I cared more about motorbikes than I did about time-consuming relationships. Anyway, this girl didn’t seem all that bothered about a relationship. She had the fittest body you can imagine: 5’7″ tall with firm round breasts, a neat little waist and legs all the way up to …. Her here was blonde and cropped, but still attractive. She had full seductive lips. I was out riding one evening and she was sitting on the verge not looking very happy. (I learned later that she had run away from home.) We talked for a while and I sensed that she might be interested. I arranged to pick her up for a ride the next day.
I rode home to my flat that evening thinking about possibilities. The thoughts gave me a hard on and I ahd to arrangee my dick down into my boxers so it was comfortable against the seat of the bike and the fuel tank. The vibration from the engine could even bring you to the point of coming!
Next day I picked her up. I pretend sex is not on my mind and we ride together 30-40 miles visiting a university town nearby and drinking coffe and visiting a bookshop etc. Perhaps she thought I was a gentleman! I don’t know. I do know that on the way back to my place, the Autumn evening was settling in and she says her hands are getting cold. (I’m all right, I’m driving and wearing gloves.) She asks if she can hold me with her hands under my jacket instead of round my waist. I say OK, not knowing what’s developing. I can feel her squeeze herself …. firm breasts to the front …. against my back, as she slides her hands up under my jacket and around my waist. The journey continues, but before long, with the help of some bumps in the road and swing around some corners, her hands are nimbly finding there way downwards. I breathe in, pretending I don’t know what she’s doing, so that my jeans belt loosens and she takes the opportunity to explore, seeking out my swelling dick, first over my boxers and then deftly finding the opeing and pulling my dick up. I can feel the juices stiring, not that I’m about to come or anything, but just enough to make it moist and comfortable as she gets into a rhythm with her hands that seems to match to throbbing of the engine. God, I don’t know how I concentrated on driving home safely.
Being the virgin that I was, I was scared that in trying to have sex with this girl I would make a fool of myself and come too quickly. I’d read in Forum or somewhere that if you’ve had a quick wank first, youcan make it last longer. So, while she’s making a snack in the kitchen, I’m in the bathroom reliving the motorcycle journey in my mind and quickly wanking my self off to relieve the pressure!
I walked into the kitchem hoping she doesn’t notice if I looked flushed. She’s smiling to herself, her tight ass straining in her jeans. She’s not wearing a bra (must’ve taken it off since we got back) and her nipples are hard and pushing throught the soft cotton of her “T” shirt. She turns to me ans passes a wet tongue over her lips. We embrace and engage in a deep prolonged kissing session. I can feel my hard growing. My hands go up under her “T” shirt and find her breasts, massaging them gently, thumbs finding her nipples .. gently. She moans. “I’m getting wet” she says. I undo her jeans and move them down over her buttocks and thighs. She’s wearing white lace panties. I can see the black of her hair in front.
We move to the lounge. She’s only in her panites now. She seems to know exactly what she wants. I’m supposed to be the one pretending to be mature and experienced … ha! But, this girl has a glint in her blue eyes. Oh, how proud those nipples are standing on such firm breasts. I start to kiss them and move all over, up to her ears, nibbling then back down over her stomach. I’ve never been this far before, but is seems to be going OK. A pause, while she pulls off my jeans from the leg ends, smiling as my now huge erection springs out of the opening in my boxers. I try to put it back, not wanting to appear to eager. It’s so hot to the touch that I’m afraid I’ll come just doing that!
Mr responsible, I then suggest to get a condom …. long stored in the bathroom for the “Big Day”. She takes the packet and gets it read to put on me. Oh! her fingers. She can’t resist stroking me off, tasting my glistening moisture with the tip of her tongue. I notice that a damp patch is appearing in the front of her panties now. The time has come! “Come” is cetainly on my mind. I desperately don’t want to. I rip off her panties. She lays back and spreads her legs. For the first time I notice a look of aprehension in her eyes that suggests she might not, after all, have been this far before either. She pulls me closer. I kiss her breasts.
God, my throbbing dick. The condom is adding friction as my head seeks to find the right angle to enter. It’s all too much. Just as I’m getting in place, I feel a shuddering beginning that I can’t stop …. It’s coming. How embarrassing! I can’t stop. I pretend it hasn’t happened and although the peak hardness has worn off, I’m still hard enough to penetrate her and give her a few strokes of the piston. Soon, though she seems to realise that it wasn’t the greatest moment. The earth didn’t move, but at least I’d discovered that motorbikes and girls could go together.
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