“I can’t take this anymore,” I breathed, “I need you Jeff, please.”
He looked at me, blue eyes smiling with delight.
“Your wish is my command. Let’s get a towel from the saddle bag and lie down.”
We walked up to the bike and Jeff got the towel. I couldn’t help but admire his body as he stood next to the bike naked and dripping wet — it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
He turned, threw the towel on the ground, sat down and reached out to pull me towards him. I knelt in front of him, taking him in my mouth, then, when he couldn’t take it anymore, worked my way up to his mouth and straddled him.
“You’re a goddess, Pat,” he said.
I felt it. My red hair blew in the gentle breeze as I sat on top of him. I was free. I was in paradise. And this moment, so out in the open, felt like a protected bubble that belonged to myself and Jeff.
As I felt him inside me, I moaned, loudly. He was hard. And felt so good.
“Jeff, oh please, Jeff,” I panted.
Our rhythm grew more and more intense until finally we both came in one big explosion that I felt certain could be heard all the way to the moon.
