Running errands the other day I found myself behind a man on a motorcycle. Normally I wouldn’t have paid much attention to him, except to be cautious not to get too close, but this guy caught my attention and imagination.
He was big, at least 6 feet if not taller. Thick thighs in worn denim. Wearing a black leather jacket, black gloves and a helmet. I could see he had strong arms from the way he handled the bike. And suddenly all I could think about was how his gloved hands would feel on my body, how that leather jacket would smell and feel pressed against my bare skin.
I followed him for about 8 miles, my thoughts getting darker and lewder. I wanted to pull him over and beg him to fuck me over his bike. Right there on the side of the highway. I didn’t even care if he took the helmet off. I just wanted his cock inside me while the smell of that leather jacket surrounded me.
Sadly I had to stop following him to complete my errands. It’s two days later and I’m still thinking about his body and that black leather jacket.