A Nice Ride

Every 90 days, my beloved has to go away to work. For 90 days, he has no access to any other women. It is too long for a man not to be thinking about women. But I didn’t want him thinking of just any woman. I wanted him to be thinking of me. I wanted my man to think of me every waking moment that he was away from him. In order to achieve that, I would pose erotically for him. On special occasions, I would make collage for him. I would send it through an email so he can post it as wallpaper for his laptop. I would even make little videos of me dancing around in my lingerie just for him. However, some of these pictures and videos were getting old. It was time for some new ones. This time I was going to make it more special by letting him participate by being the photographer.

It was a beautiful day out. We were alone and the house. There was no one around to bother us. I had some alone time so I went ahead and picked out a sexy outfit to wear. Once I picked out the outfit, it was time to find a scene for the picture. Most of the time, I would pose on the bed or on a chair for my pictures. This time I wanted to personalize it more by posing on something he enjoyed. I had a sexy idea of having the pictures taken on his motorcycle. I wanted it to be very sexy. The outfit I picked out was a red lacy bandeau top and cheeky shorts set to wear. The tattoo of my Cladaugh was showing on my lower back. My ass cheeks poked out through the shorts. The bandeau was large enough to cover most of my tits. The bottom of my tits seeped out of the bottom of the bandeau. I let my hair loose. Since it was going to be outside, my hair would blow wildly in the wind.

After getting dressed in my sexy attire, I made my way to my beloved. When he found out that he was going to be my photographer, he became very excited. We went out into the garage got the motorcycle and set it up in a place where he desired it. I stepped outside and the sun was beating on my fair skin. I had my beloved put some sunscreen on me. He was like a kid in the candy store, feeling me up with the cold lotion. His large hands started rubbing the lotion on my ankles. There was no reason to put lotion down there but it was his way of copping a feel of my body before taking the pictures. He slowly massed my calves. It tickled right where my knee bent. I got a little fidgety when he did that. Then his hands glided up my thick thighs. Then I felt a slight kiss underneath my butt cheek. I had to step away from him because I knew such a kiss would provoke a different type of project. His hands continued up my lower back. I helped my beloved by taking some lotion upon my hand and began applying the lotion to my arms and abdominal region. Then his manly hands worked their way up to my shoulders and down my collarbone. He was making me relax with his massage. It felt so good, but I had to focus on the task at hand. I wanted to take some pictures before getting it on like Marvin Gaynes.

His bike was a Harley Davidson. It was a very sexy bike. It was the cruising type. It was mostly black and it had a chromed tailpipe and chromed rims. That was his other favorite toy. His first favorite toy was his truck. It was time to take the pictures. The first pose was of me just sitting on the bike as if I was really riding. I stretched out my body so you could notice all my curves. The next pose was of me still sitting on the bike, but my tits were pressed up against the gas tank. Then I repositioned myself. I just laid on the gas tank, with an arched back and one leg bent on the seat. Like a professional photographer, he asked if I was willing to take off my top and redo some of the positions topless. I agreed to his suggestion. I took off my top and my tits were freed. He started asking me to pose more provocatively. He wanted me to touch myself as I was taking the pictures on his bike. I looked at him and gave him a sexy look of acknowledgment. It turned me on when he asked me to do dirty things in his presence.

More pictures were taken. I got off the bike and I bent over. Then I slowly peeled off my shorts. The next pictures that were taken were all about me touching myself on his bike. My beloved continued to take pictures of me. As the camera flashed, my beloved started stepping closer to me. Eventually, I saw a hand reach over my crotch and the hand began rubbing it. The camera lens was zooming into particular parts of my body. As I realized what he was doing, I smiled at him. He wanted to take pictures of my private parts. I let two flashes go by. I found myself lying on the bike again naked and turned on. My fluids were leaking down onto his leather seat. I continued to touch myself. I teased my beloved by dipping into myself. My lips were spread and a finger went deep into my pot of honey. Then I tasted the finger. As I enjoyed my flavor, his pants lowered. He whipped out his cock and began jerking it. I was watching him as he watched me. I enjoyed the view. He stepped closer to me. His dick was able to touch my pussy. He teased and slapped my pussy with his cock. The slapping stopped and he just rubbed it up and down my slit. He found the entrance of my eagerly awaiting pussy. Slowly he slid his hard cock deep inside of me. In the thrusting motions, he placed his hands on my hips for leverage. Then he slid me closer to him. My legs were dangling off the seat. The fucking action made me feel good, but the position I was in made it very uncomfortable. However, my beloved was very comfortable. He continued to thrust into me. He slowed down until there was a complete stop.

Like a good photographer, he directed me to reposition myself like I was riding a bike. Then he sat behind me. The dick slid underneath me and then it went deep inside of me. I laid upon the gas tank and hugged it. He held onto the handlebars. He thrusts his massive cock deep inside of me. I felt myself gushing on his seat. As he thrusts into me, he gripped the handlebars tighter. It was like we were riding down the highway. The noise that the chopper would normally make would be drowned out by our moans and groans. I begged for him to go faster. The ride went a little faster. It hit top speed. Suddenly, the breaks were used. He gave me long deep thrusts accompanied by a soothing sigh. He had reached his climax. He continued until I achieved my climax. Then he pulled away from the bike. After a couple of seconds of regaining of composure, I got off the bike as well. There was a puddle of fluid on his seat. My lover took off his t-shirt, exposing his sexy body. He wiped the seat with his T-shirt. The sun was setting as we made our way back to the house.