The boss' wife (closed for Becaa57)

I can tell that he likes the outfit, to be honest I felt kind of silly when I put it on, something totally new to me.

"you nailed the biker girl look, minus the whole been passed around the whole gang vibe!"

"Oh, bummer I missed that part??"
Laughing at the shocked expression on your face

"Totally joking :) ! Maybe"

"totally up to you, but I have a place in mind to ride to that is only about forty five minutes away"
"so my vote is we ride for a bit first"


We are all loaded up by now. As I recall you to get on first, then I climb on behind you.

"I 2nd the vote to ride for a bit, some distance form town Will make it far less likely someone we know will see us"
"I'm ready to go when you are, just remember been a while since I've been on a bike"
 
She has a little freak in her, I've noticed from the texting we've done, but hearing it actually come out of your mouth is sexy as hell!

"You have a back rest but hanging on around my waist is the safest, and the most fun in my opinion, lean with me, so again, hanging on helps with that too."

You put your arms around me and squeeze so tight I can barely breath, "Okay smarty, not that tight!" I feel your breasts pressing into my back, though it's not easy through the jacket. "here we go" I say and take off smoothly and run through the gears, it's a perfect evening for riding and the road is curvy and fun with very little traffic.
 
I follow your directions and find that holding you tight makes it much easier for me to move when you do.

You take off, smooth and easy, which I like. Soon feels natural with us going through the curves, fast, but not scary fast. Leaning with you as you lean to stay smooth and easy.
The wind in my face, my hair whipping from under the helmet (Assuming we have helmets on)

I find I have to yell for you to hear me.

"I love this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow!!!!!!"

Before I am ready, you pull off the road, and go down a little path

Stopping, you hold the bike upright while I unwind from you and get off.

"Wow!!!! I want my own bike!!!!!!!!!!!"
 
"Wow!!!! I want my own bike!!!!!!!!!!!"

Your words are magic to my ears as I've seen other couples riding together and thought that would be cool.

"I'm sure we can make that happen, have you ever ridden before?" I make sure there is solid ground under the kickstand so the heavy bike doesn't fall over. I open the back trunk and grab most of the stuff we brought and you get the rest. The ride here was special, not much talking, but just feeling you tight against me was awesome. You follow me to a little clearing with a fire pit and a few benches around it.
 
"I'm sure we can make that happen, have you ever ridden before?"

"A lifetime ago, my dad had a bike, and he taught me how to ride, then my first boyfriend had his"
"But not as big as this one, I'd want a smaller bike"

Thinking how would I explain a bike to Steve, and coming up blank

"How can we make it happen?"

The small camp area is empty, but I see the firepit
"Can we light a fire?"

Putting the blanket on one of the benches, and pulling out the wine and food.

"Want some?"
 
I walk over and open the wine and take a cracker with some cheese on it. you grab the glasses and I pour them about half way full.

"How can we make it happen?"
"I have a collection of about 30 bikes, nothing too expensive, quite a few a acquired when my father passed" I take a sip of wine before looking around,

"Can we light a fire?"

"We will need to gather some wood, but that doesn't look like a problem" I pull out my flashlight that goes on my head like a sweat band. "I know full nerd" I laugh and we get enough wood to start a fire. All of this is second nature to me, but most has not been put to good use in years.
 
I put the blanket down, and find a stump we can use as a table.
"Dinner is served sir!"

"I have a collection of about 30 bikes, nothing too expensive, quite a few a acquired when my father passed"

"Do you want to sell one? Otherwise unless you can ride two bikes, I'm still sharing your bike with you, which honestly isn't terrible"

"We will need to gather some wood, but that doesn't look like a problem" I pull out my flashlight that goes on my head like a sweat band. "I know full nerd" I laugh and we get enough wood to start a fire. All of this is second nature to me, but most has not been put to good use in years.


"Well in this case it's necessary so I'd say a prepared man!"

Once the fire is going, we sit on the bench, at first just looking at the flames.

"This reminds me of the camping trips I did with my dad, Bet you didn't know I was a country girl"
 
"Do you want to sell one? Otherwise unless you can ride two bikes, I'm still sharing your bike with you, which honestly isn't terrible"
"I collect, and very seldom sell, but I let my friends ride my collection when ever they like!" I think about how much fun it will be to ride behind you and teach you to ride again. "I'm pretty sure I can count you as a friend!"

"This reminds me of the camping trips I did with my dad, Bet you didn't know I was a country girl"

"I'm not surprised in the least, one of the things that drew me to you, after your beauty of course, was a sense that you were different from the other women at the party. I'm not sorry to admit now that I watched how you carried yourself for a bit before I approached you, it's like the way you don't think you're beautiful, when clearly you are, it's how you talked to me when most people there saw me as one step up from the people serving their horderves and fancy cocktails"

I realize I gave way to long of an answer to a pretty simple question, "sorry, I get carried away sometimes, but I wanted to let you know how special I think you are!" I'm not sure if it's the fire or what I just said, but I feel my face getting warm.
 
"I collect, and very seldom sell, but I let my friends ride my collection when ever they like!" I think about how much fun it will be to ride behind you and teach you to ride again. "I'm pretty sure I can count you as a friend!"

I smile at that
"Yes you can count me as a friend, and maybe more?"
Thinking for a moment
"Won't your wife, Lydia? question why I'm coming over to borrow a bike?"

Your response to the country girl remark surprises me

"I'm not surprised in the least, one of the things that drew me to you, after your beauty of course, was a sense that you were different from the other women at the party. I'm not sorry to admit now that I watched how you carried yourself for a bit before I approached you, it's like the way you don't think you're beautiful, when clearly you are, it's how you talked to me when most people there saw me as one step up from the people serving their horderves and fancy cocktails"

"My dad was a working man and I think in many ways a better man because of it. He worked on cars, motorcycles and what not. To me you looked like a nice guy and was very easy to talk too. You don't put on airs like many do. And the more I get to know you, the more I like you"

"I know you think I'm beautiful I just have a hard time saying I am. But I love how you look at me, I feel you are seeing the real me, not just my body. Although it's pretty obvious you see that too"

"sorry, I get carried away sometimes, but I wanted to let you know how special I think you are!"
I smile at you, touching your face softly
"You can get carried like that anytime"
 
"Won't your wife, Lydia? question why I'm coming over to borrow a bike?"

I smile, "ummm, Irene is her name, but Lydia works too" I chuckle a little as I answer your question with a question, "Won't Wilbur question why you are buying black clothes and coming home smelling of motorcycles?" I realize we are talking about the elephant and answer your question finally, "I'm not really sure she would notice, something tells me she has other things on her mind" And by other things, I think she may be having an affair of her own.

"My dad was a working man and I think in many ways a better man because of it. He worked on cars, motorcycles and what not. To me you looked like a nice guy and was very easy to talk too. You don't put on airs like many do. And the more I get to know you, the more I like you"

"oh you flatter me malady" I do my best to sound British, but not sure I pull it off. Sitting here with you by the fire sipping wine and eating the sandwiches you made is the best thing I could ever imagine.

"You can get carried like that anytime"

I take a deep breath and take in everything surrounding us. Leaning back against the bench and putting my arm around you,

"Can this night get any better?" I ask knowing that it can, but up to that moment it is golden. You turn your head towards me and I lean in and kiss you, the touch of your lips, the way I feel your tongue purses your lips ever so slightly, waiting to see where mine is. My tongue finds yours in a heartbeat and they dance together as one, my other hand moves up and my fingers weave through your soft hair. There is no need to pull you closer as our lips are pressed together so tight I fear they might break, and how silly is that I think. My eyes open and close, wanting to capture this moment to memory and at the same time just savor the moment for what it is. I have no idea how long the kiss lasts, or if it ever stopped at all as my hand moved from your hair down the front of your jacket.....
 
"ummm, Irene is her name, but Lydia works too" I chuckle a little as I answer your question with a question, "Won't Wilbur question why you are buying black clothes and coming home smelling of motorcycles?"

"Irene, sorry she looked like a Lydia to me or Laverne"

"No, he is hearing things anyways, so nobody would believe him. Plus won't be home until very late tonight"
"Besides I don't show him everything I buy"
Looking your eyes with a smile

"I like the smell of motorcycles myself. And I have a feeling it won't be only motorcycles that I'll smell like when I get home"

"Can this night get any better?" I ask knowing that it can, but up to that moment it is golden. You turn your head towards me and I lean in and kiss you, the touch of your lips, the way I feel your tongue purses your lips ever so slightly, waiting to see where mine is. My tongue finds yours in a heartbeat and they dance together as one, my other hand moves up and my fingers weave through your soft hair. There is no need to pull you closer as our lips are pressed together so tight I fear they might break, and how silly is that I think. My eyes open and close, wanting to capture this moment to memory and at the same time just savor the moment for what it is. I have no idea how long the kiss lasts, or if it ever stopped at all as my hand moved from your hair down the front of your jacket.....


Leaning into the kiss, lips tight against each other. Your hands pulling me close to you. I love that at first you hesitant, but as soon as I returned your kiss yours became stronger, you tongue exploring my mouth, while mine does yours.
Our hearts beating together, yours an echo of mine, and mine yours.

Your fingers in my hair, pulling me into the kiss, then moving down my face, my neck.
Hesitating when you reach my Jacket. I reach for your hand and move it under my jacket down to my breast.
Looking your eyes and nodding yes as you cup me.
 
Your hand guiding mine was all the encouragement I needed, cupping your breast, fitting my hand like it was made for it. Kissing your neck as you bend your head into it your quiet moan of joy as if I found a spot that had been neglected for too long. I kiss my way up to your ear slowly, nibbling on your lobe happy to see you're wearing a plain gold stud. Nothing about you is over stated or gaudy, kissing my way around your ear before moving back to your lips. Looking deep into eyes that are melting my heart, at the same time hypnotizing me with their clarity and beauty. I move my hand from your breast and cup your face with both of them,

"I'm not sure where you've been, but I'm so so happy that I've found you"

I'm not sure why we are not already naked, but it's like we have forever, and I don't want to rush a single moment. It's as if time has stopped, I gaze into your eyes for what seems like minutes, hoping that slowing down what we are about to do is alright with you.
 
He is moving so slowly tenderly. I've never felt a man put as much into a kiss as he does. I love that he isn't rushing things, even though we both know what will happen. I guess grown up enough to enjoy the trip there.

He moves his hand from my breast to my face, both hands as we look into each others eyes.

"I'm not sure where you've been, but I'm so so happy that I've found you"

"I was finding my way to you, I feel this was meant to be, and would have been if we earlier"

I pull your head to me again, kissing soft, but full. Our lips pressed together, joining us. The 1st type of joining that will happen tonight.

We breath together, our heats beating together. I've never felt more right to be with a man then I do now

I pull you close to me, hugging tight as we continue kissing.

My hands rubbing your back, feeling it nice strong, so warm

"I so want this, but don't rush enjoy the moment"
 
Hearing you say you feel the same way melts my heart even more, not sure that I believe in former lives or any of that, but meeting you makes me think it might have some merit. Your kisses are so passionate yet soft, it's a perfect combination, I could be content to just kiss you all night! Other parts of my body, are less patient though.

"I so want this, but don't rush enjoy the moment"

"The only thing that will rush me is the sun coming up" It goes without saying that is at least ten hours away. I take this moment to throw a couple more logs on the fire and look over my shoulder at you with a smile,

"What say you spread that blanket over here closer to the fire?" It's by no means cold, the night air is perfect but the fire adds ambiance, not that we need anything more.
 
"The only thing that will rush me is the sun coming up"

"Good we have plenty of time then"
Getting up as we spread the blanket on the ground, nervous but at the same time, it feels like we're a couple having a date night. Knowing what's coming and looking forward to it

Taking off my jacket, using it as a pillow as I lay down on the blanket, looking up at you.
"Coming to bed honey?"
 
I stare at you for a moment, just taking in everything that you are, how you know how to hold yourself, almost like you're posing, but in a natural not forced way.

"Coming to bed honey?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" I lay beside you and pull you on top of me, or at least that was my plan, but I'm pretty sure you were thinking the same thing as you straddle my stomach and move in for a kiss. My hands moving down your back finding their way to your firm round ass, our tongues resuming their wrestling match. The material of your leggings is thin and I squeeze and grip your ass, feeling my cock getting harder as you move backwards just enough to rub against the head. I feel I'm a pretty good lover, and that I can last as long as it takes, but at this moment I feel like a teenager about to explode in his pants the first time a girl touches him. I use my grip on your ass cheeks to pull you back forward to give myself a moment to get control again. I can't remember the last time I kissed like this, if ever, it's everything you could want as you start to grind against my stomach and trying to move back onto my cock, I finally let you and thankfully enough time has passed.

You break the kiss and sit upright on me, my hands move from your ass to your breasts, squeezing them tight and playing with the nipples though your blouse and bra. It's as if you read my mind as you reach behind and unhook your bra, pulling it out of your blouse the way only women can do.

"neat trick, I like it, I like it a lot" I say as the thin material of your tops give me a nice outline of your tits.
 
This is going so well, I love straddling him, feeling his erection pressing against me. Disappointed when he slid me back some, but no worries

More kissing and then his hand up on my breast, it crosses my mind, that I hope he's not disappointed considering the size of Irene's breasts.

I want to feel his hands better though, so I sit up straight and take my bra off, though arm of my t-shirt. thinking let's not give him too much at once.
Also using that time while his are fixed on me to scoot forward, resting my pussy on his cock, although both fully covered.

"neat trick, I like it, I like it a lot"

"It's easier then it looks, do you like?"
 
I've always been more of an ass man and yours is perfect, but there is something about your breasts that intrigue me, maybe it's just the way I feel about you in general, but they are just right. I'm more ready this time as you move back onto my cock, I raise my hips a little to push back against your grinding.

"It's easier then it looks, do you like?"

I move my hands back to your breasts and smile as they feel so much better. I can't resist any longer, I have to see them, I move my hands under your top and push it above them.

"Oh my god, are you photo shopped? they are perfect!" You start to laugh and I join in, I never laugh during sex, but with you it just works.
 
As you move your hands under my top and then push it up.
I take if off the rest of the way, that feeling of nervousness I get when they are exposed,

"Oh my god, are you photo shopped? they are perfect!"

That makes me laugh!!! I don't know why but it does
Looking down at you as we both are laughing about it,
feels so natural

"No honey, this is all the real me, not as good as some, better then others I guess, but all yours right now"

I think for the first time ever, I believe a man who say's they are good. No looks of disappointment in your eyes, not like what I've seen in my husbands more then once

Taking your hands and putting them both on them.

"See all natural"
 
Again, I'm struck by the fact that you have not been supported in your life time the way you should. And the ironic part is, it's so easy to do so, I must admit in my life I've told little white lies, telling a mother their baby is adorable, things of that nature! But when it comes to you it sounds cliché but you're perfect in every way.

"See all natural"

"they are all mine, and they better stay that way!" alluding to the thought of you having them enlarged. I pinch your nipples and pull on them a little. "you hear me woman?" I say with a grin that belies my stern tone.

Your grinding didn't stop through our discussion of your breasts, if anything it's gotten more aggressive! Much to my pleasure as I think about taking my jeans off
 
"they are all mine, and they better stay that way! you hear me woman?"

I'm getting more and more turned on, between rubbing against him and his hands on my breasts

"Yes sir!!! They will stay all natural!!!"
Pausing for a minute to ask if maybe, but then realizing you wouldn't want me to do anything. I love hearing that

Leaning down to kiss you.
"You're a wonderful man!!!!"

THen back up moving your hands to my breasts again.
"I love your touch on them!! Soft to hard!!!!"

About ready to strip completely for you, and have you do the same.
 
"I love your touch on them!! Soft to hard!!!!"

"Not as much as I love touching them!"

I say with a smile, before I know it you're standing up, pulling off your leggings, slowly and seductively, giving me a show I won't soon forget. I reach down and unbuckle my belt and undo my jeans and push them down, along with my shoes and then sit up and take off my shirt. You look over your shoulder at me, getting the first look at my hard cock. Your eyes go to it directly and I try to gage your reaction, but I can't read you as you move back towards me.

"I guess it's my turn to ask if you like what you see?"
 
With both of us naked I get my first look at your cock, I already knew you good size from rubbing against you. But still. thick and straight, standing up like a telephone pole.

"I guess it's my turn to ask if you like what you see?"

I smile
"Well it'll do I guess"
Then laughing at your expression.

"Honey, I love it!!! So hard, such a fantastic size."
"I want you to know I don't this very often"

Dropping down to my knees besides you, taking in my hand, then leaning forward taking you in my mouth. Much faster then I was planning, but God!!! I wanted to taste you

Stopping after a minute, because it seemed you were about to explode
Stroking you softly looking at you

"Just as my tits belong to you now, this cock belongs to me!!!!"
 
"Just as my tits belong to you now, this cock belongs to me!!!!"

"oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" I try to think about horrible things, any thing to get my mind and cock off of what you just did and said. "don't move!" I say starting to laugh. I take a deep breath and manage to not cum, I probably could get hard again, but I've never had the reason to try. "sorry about that, to say you've got me on edge would be an understatement" I laugh again at the reference to edging that I've seen in porn. You lay beside me and I move to kiss you but you seem hesitant, unknown to me, your husband won't let you kiss him after you've gone down on him. I fear it's because I almost came so fast.
 
"don't move!"
at first I didn't know why he wouldn't want me to move, then he said

"sorry about that, to say you've got me on edge would be an understatement"

It made sense.
"I knew I got you close, just didn't realize it was the close. Has it been a while?"

I just keep holding you, but not stroking, moving up to lie next to you.
You move to kiss me, but I pull back, thinking why

Then asking

"Did you really want to kiss me? Even after what I was doing?"

Looking at you with wondering eyes
 
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