Biker’s Dream

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The distinctive growl of a powerful V-twin motorbike alerted Janet Martin to the arrival of one of her husband’s biking friends. She dried her hands on her apron and headed for the front door.Clasping a gleaming white crash helmet under her arm was a slim blonde-haired young woman, wearing black leathers and boots. “Is Phil in?” she enquired.”He’s just popped into town. He shouldn’t be long. Why not come in for a coffee and wait?”The girl stepped inside, placing her helmet on the hall stand. “Thanks. I’d better not stay long as I’ve got a package to take to the airport. I’m a motorcycle messenger. My name’s Toni, by the way.”They sat facing each other across the kitchen table, making small talk and sipping their coffees. Janet decided that this gamine young woman had to be in her twenties, the same age as their daughter who was at university. As well as her striking body-hugging leathers (bearing a silver and red Ducati logo), with pleated darts beneath the bust line, Toni wore pale pink lipstick and a subtle green eye shadow. Her hair was drawn back into a small pony-tail.”How do you come to know Phil?””We met last weekend at Shelsley Walsh. He was telling me about the Norton he’s restoring and suggested I should call in if I was passing.”Janet fished her phone from her bursa escort apron pocket. “Let me call him to see how long he’ll be.”She made the connection to her husband, who told her he was in a slow-moving queue in the post office. “Tell her I’ll be back in about ten minutes, will you?”It was more like a quarter of an hour when an apologetic Phil Martin eventually walked into the kitchen. “Hello stranger, come to take a look at my lovely Norton?”Janet was relieved that there were no hugs or air kisses between the two. Just harmless bike enthusiasts, she decided. With quiet satisfaction, she removed her apron and got up.As she left the kitchen, she called back to her husband. “You haven’t forgotten that I’m going to the Red Cross flower show with Alice and Margaret, have you? You’re in charge of the salad for supper. Nice to meet you, Toni.”The bikers were alone. “Well this is a nice surprise. Finish your coffee and I’ll take you down to the garage.”He was intrigued to know more about this attractive young woman, as their meeting at the hill climb had been all too brief. As she hadn’t removed her leather driving gloves, he was unable to see if she was wearing any rings. “Are you married?””Nope. I was briefly engaged but I knew it wasn’t going to bursa escort bayan work out so we split up. We’d bought a canal-side loft apartment in Birmingham, so we sold it and split the money. Which was how I was able to buy the Ducati 916.””Where did you find it? It’s in amazing condition for a twenty-year-old bike.””Bologna, where else?””Wow! All on your own?””Yup. Flew out with the dosh. Stayed in a hostel in the city and scoured all the classic bike magazines. Bought it from an enthusiast who owned five and rode it home across Europe.” She retold this epic motorcycling endeavour as if describing a stroll to the corner shop to buy a newspaper.Phil was hugely impressed.”Can I ask you a very personal question?”She fluttered her eyelids seductively, showing him her jade green eye shadow for the first time. “Please do.””In the paddock at Shelsley last Sunday you looked sensational. Your leathers fit you like a glove. If you don’t mind my asking, what do you wear underneath?””Not a lot, actually. I’m fortunate to only have tiny titties, so I don’t need to wear a bra. And down below – just white cotton panties. I really love the feel of leather against my skin. It’s so sexy. And I can tell you that when you’re sat astride 900cc’s of throbbing V-twin, escort bursa the feeling can be almost orgasmic. In fact I once wet myself.” Her blush of embarrassment was genuine.Phil was momentarily stunned by Toni’s candour. “You naughty thing! So, are you planning any more foreign trips on the Ducati?”She fiddled with her empty coffee mug. “I wouldn’t mind going to see the French Grand Prix at Rheims in September.””Ah, the wonderful Loire valley. Now you’re talking.””Hey, p’raps we could go together?””I beg your pardon?””Oooops sorry. That just slipped out.”Phil gave her a benign smile. “Nice thought though. Under canvas?”Toni smiled back. She reached out and placed a gloved hand on his arm. “Why not.”Realising he was fast falling for this feisty young woman, Phil gently applied the brakes. “Young lady, you do realise  that I’m probably at least twenty years older than you?”She ran her hand up his arm. “Some women find older men very attractive. I  know I do.”They simultaneously moved to the sink to deposit their empty coffee mugs, where Phil pecked her lightly on the forehead in a fatherly fashion. With relief, he heard the front door slam shut.”Don’t suppose wifey would take too kindly to the idea of us going off to France together,” she half-giggled.”I could always say I was going with some biker mates.”She moved closer and clutched his arm affectionately. “Except this time it would be with just one ‘mate’!”Phil placed his hands around her slender waist and drew her towards him so that she could feel his growing hardness.

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