I was excited when you showed up at my door, standing there with your dark sunglasses on, your motorcycle helmet in one hand and a single red long-stemmed rose in the other...

It was a mid summers' night, the moon was full and the sky was crystal clear, with no clouds to be seen.

I was wearing my white, see-through hippie skirt with a nice purple g-string and a skimpy lace, shoestring top.

My hair was long and it was pulled up underneath the helmet. My eyes are a light blue-gray and my skin is still supple from the vanilla scented bath that I had earlier before you arrived.

We did a few laps around town, and then finally stopping just outside the perimeter of the local wildlife park, which was a few kilometres out of town. You pulled the Harley to the side of the road and you turned around on the bike to face me, you smiled so sweetly at me, that I gently slide off the pillion seat and came around to stand in front of you. I unfastened the strap of the helmet, tilted my head back and slid it off, and you took pleasure in watching my long hair fall to well past my shoulders. As I brought my head back, I looked to see your smile and the look in your eyes told me what to do next.

I parted your "coloured" leather vest, and lifting up your t-shirt to let my fingers play amongst your chest hairs, my nails just scraping the surface of your skin. I heard you inhale deeply and that is when I knew, I was doing right.

You slowly, teasingly began to move your hands upward, you found my g-string, and you somehow maneouvred your thumb underneath the elastic and before I realised, it was off, ripping them off me without feeling it. By now my nails were beginning to scrape a little deeper into your skin, now on your back. Our kissing began to get a little more harder now, as the excitement, the anticipation was building.

You cupped my now bare breasts, taking one into your mouth, and using your hot, moist tongue to play with it, in and around your mouth. You find my erect nipple, and with your teeth, ever so gently bite into it, causing me to gasp.

My juices are really starting to flow more steadily now, my hunger for you is growing out of control. I can not go much more. I take advantage of the situation, with you still straddling the bike, I climb onto the gas tank. You are in disbelief, but say nothing.

Now you are fully aware of the moment, as I undo your jeans zipper, to find that you are not wearing any underwear, and this pleases me greatly!

I now straddle the gas tank, my back is now facing you, and I lower myself onto your extremely hard manhood. My feet find the foot pegs, which help to give me more manoeuvrability.

Then, then, then........WOW!

We made love on that gas tank, like that for over an hour. We experienced the ultimate orgasmic pleasure that one could feel that night. A night that could not be forgotten in over a million years.

It was 44 degrees that day, and it was unbelievably humid. (And we all know what they say about humid weather, it tends to make one "hot!")..."I guess that they are right!"

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