On Two Wheels [Chrystal and Lostsheep]

[Chrystal Dark]

@lostsheep

It was a week after I turned 21 when I passed my Class A bike test, allowing me to legally ride any type of motorbike up to and including the biggest and best, those bikes that really qualify as "a car on two wheels". I'd been saving up for years, as well as trading in the smaller bikes that, well, you need to have them and ride them, or it takes a lot longer and is more difficult to get that Class A licence.

But I had it, now, and less than a month later, I had my dream machine, a dark metallic blue Honda Goldwing. And so I took a month off from work, and set off towards Folkestone and the Channel Tunnel, to set off on a trip I'd wanted to do since I was sixteen. No, since I was fourteen. A tour around Europe. A couple of friends at school had done it with their parents, and I wanted to as well, but couldn't. Dad and mum were divorcing, and holidays were a thing of the past. When I was sixteen, I bought my first moped, and was hooked, and I knew how I was going to do the tour.

My name's Amber Wright, by the way, I'm 176 cm tall and have shortish straight hair that would be a sort-of mud colour, if it wasn't for the various dyes I put in it. At the time I left my Dads, to travel around Europe, it was a mix of turquoise and dark green. I'm also curvy, part of the reason I wanted a BIG bike. My arse hangs over the sides of the seat on a smaller one, and my tits bounce off the tank on those racing bikes. I'm not fat though, in fact my waist is quite trim and muscular. I just have curves.

So, travelling down from the West Midlands, Via the M40, and round the M25, I pulled into Clacket Lane services at about half past midday, needing a piss and a bite to eat. I have to say, I was surprised to see another girl wearing bike leathers sitting in the food court, because I hadn't seen another bike in the bike parking area outside. She was still sitting there when I came out of the ladies, still there when I walked away from the Macca's counter with my McTasty and fries and a large latte.

What the heck, she was alone, maybe she'd like some company.

So I walked to the table she was at. "Hey, Mind if I join you?" I paused as she looked up and I saw her expression. "Um, yeah, you do look like you're coming apart...!" Very old, tired "Dad" joke. But she looked like she needed a joke or too right then.

 

[lostsheep]

Earlier during the day I was riding on a motorcycle with one of my friends. We had agreed to go on a motorcycle ride a couple days before and had been friends for about five years. His name was Josh and I knew he had always had a crush on me but I didn’t know that this scenic motorcycle ride was going to turn wrong. I sat behind him holding onto his waste as we road when we pulled Clacket Lane services and I hopped of the bike stretching the stiffness out.

Suddenly Josh turned to me and started small talking before making advances on me which I denied. Eventually he insisted we get a room somewhere to spend some quality time together or he would leave me here. I was dumbfounded and told him no. So he got on his bike and left leaving me standing there hurt, scared and confused. After a couple minutes passed I walked into the food court and sat down talking off my helmet and my backpack.

My name is Sarah my parents are from Germany but moved to the states before they had me. They still taught me German but that’s about all the part of me that is you could say Europe. Ever since I was a kid I had been wanting to go to Europe. So when I turned 19 I packed up my things and flew to Europe. I wanted to travel all over and see the sights. I’m currently 24 and am a long way away from my residence. Standing only 5 feet 6 inches tall I have a slim, toned, petite build, a pale complexion and short jet black hair that looks like a boys haircut. I have a lip piercing and several tattoos but all of them however are covered up by my leather biking suit.

When I was 15 I came out to my parents as a lesbian fearing that they wouldn’t take it very well however to my delight they accepted me with open arms saying “what every makes me happy makes them happy.” I’ll never forget them saying that. As I sat there contemplating life I noticed a rather attractive girl approach me. “No I don’t mind at all. Yea I’m kinda stranded here. I was riding with my friend touring the sights and he abandoned me because I wouldn’t put out. It’s always been a dream of mine to ride across Europe but I’m a long way from home and I don’t know what I’m going to do now.” I said. Then a thought occurred to me. “My name is Sarah nice to meet you. Where are you headed? I’d love a ride.” I said as I held out my hand to shake yours.

 

[Chrystal Dark]

Well, this was serendipitous. I mean, what were the chances? "Amber, nice to meet you too. What a bastard. Someone should cut his nuts off and make him choke on them!" I shrugged and took Sarah's hand, gave it a firm shake, then sat down opposite her. She was just a bit shorter than me, from what I could see. I'm still not sure to this day whether she meant the double entendre when she said she'd love a ride, but at the time I didn't spot it. I've never bothered to ask, since.

"Um, are you hungry? I'll share my fries, if you want?" I moved the tray so she could reach them if she wanted. "As for me, well, I'm not really heading anywhere specific, at least not in the long term. My immediate destination is Folkestone. I have a booking on the three o'clock shuttle train to Calais... Um, you have your passport with? I can add a pillion to my booking easily enough."

I pulled my phone out of my zipped up pocket, connected to the service area's WiFi, logged into Eurotunnel's website and pulled up my booking. "Okay, full name, and nationality, and you're over 18?" I grinned. "Payment is per vehicle, so if you want to contribute you can, but I was going anyway, so it's not costing me any more."

Updating the details on the website was as easy as it had been t make the booking in the first place, and that was that. "Right, we're travelling together," I told Sarah, "on the same bike, you're officially my passenger."

I finished my coffee and burger, and stood, "Ready to go?" I shrugged, picked up my lid, and led my passenger out to my bike. "Uh, you have an intercom in your lid?" I asked. "I think they put a spare headset in the top box when I bought the bike, if you don't."

And with that we were on the road. The smaller, slimmer Sarah sitting on the pillion, me in the front seat, easing the bike back out onto the M25. "Comfortable back there?" I asked over the intercom. "You want some music? I've got mostly seventies rock in the CD player. Is that okay?"

 

[lostsheep]

I smiled as you offered your fries to me. “Thank you amber.” I said a I grabbed some but still staying courteous enough to leave you a majority of them. “I know right he had been my friend for five years ever since I moved here from America. He has always had a thing for me but he also knows I’m a lesbian. I thought I knew him but I guess i didn’t.” I said as we sat there and ate. When you offered to give my a ride i smiled. “Only if you don’t leave me because I don’t put out.” I joked. It felt good to laugh after today’s events. And I won’t lie it’s nice to have found a replacement partner to travel with especially one as attractive as amber was. I thought to myself as I reached in my backpack and pulled out my passport.

“Yes I have an intercom in my helmet.” I replied as I stood up and picked up my backpack before swinging the straps over my shoulders. Leaning down I brushed my tight fitted jeans off of any possible lingering food debris and straightened my leather jacket. Before picking up my helmet and following you out. As we walked out of the building I found myself looking at the curves of you ass. Hey a girl can look i thought to myself as we walked to your bike. Putting on my helmet I swung my leg over and straddled the bike behind you.

Reaching forward I wrapped my arms around your torso so that your breast rested on the top of my arms. “So what’s in Folkestone?” I asked as we pulled out of the parking area. “Also 70s is ok I’m fine with that. I like a lot of genres but my main one his heavy metal. I love the band Rammstien. I saw them live three times. My folks are German so I do speak German. I guess that is why I like them so much.” I said as I found myself rambling.

I paused nervously with butterflies in my stomach. Partially because of how attractive you are and partially because I didn’t want to upset or offend my new driver and get abandoned on the side of the road again. “So tell me a little about yourself. We might as well get to know each other some while we drive.” I said as I hugged you securely so as not to fall off.

 

[Chrystal Dark]

I laughed as Sarah asked what's at Folkestone. "Only the Channel Tunnel...!" I giggled and slid the big bike around the outside of two lorries, one with Dutch plates and one with Italian.

Her body was warm against my back and her arms around me felt oddly comfortable. It was a bright, warm June day, the summer promising to be wet and short in Englnd, though, and I was glad to be heading for the continent. "Hope Joan Jett is okay then?" I tapped the play button on the waterproof remote controls for the CD player that was built into the lid of the top box. Joan Jett and The Blackhearts almost immediately started blasting into both our helmets.


I wound the volume down to a pleasant background level.

"Um, well," What to say about myself. "I'm twenty-one years old, I live in West Bromwich with my dad, he's divorced, my mum and stepdad live in Coventry, with my half brother, I work for Sandwell Metropolitan Council, as a housing benefit officer. It's a dull job, but someone has to do it...!"

That was it really. "So, what about you? That's a definite 'other-side-of-the-pond' accent, are you Canadian or American?" The junction up ahead was confusing, I needed to get onto the M26 to join the M20, but apparently straight on was the way I needed to go, and to stay on the M25, I would have had to turn off? Oh, well. The M25 was a cobbled-together piece of crap anyway. I was already in the right-hand lane, so I just kept going, weaving about a bit to avoid the idiots in their tin boxes who hadn't got a clue...

"So what brings you to this sceptred isle of grey skies and extortionate fuel prices?"

 

[lostsheep]

“I have never listened to her before.” I replied as you turned on the volume. “Well like I said I’m from America. California to be exact. Jetzt von hier will ich bekennen I also speak German. Came out to my parents that I was gay when I was 15 years old. I am 24 years old now. My parents moved to America from Germany before they had me. I found work later on as an artist. It’s one of my passions but it doesn’t pay the bills very well so I also work for a pharmaceutical company. Maybe I can draw you at sometime if we’re going to be traveling together.” I chuckled softly.

“Well I just wanted to explore Europe to be honest no real reason comes to mind I guess I just wanted to see the sights.” I replied as we swerved in and out of traffic. As we road I leaned with you every time we turned. At one point I let go of one of my arms around you to quickly scratch an itch on my leg when hitting a bump in the road causes me to quickly fling my arm back around you. However I miss my mark and accidentally squeeze my hand around your breast. “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” I stammered as I slid my arm back down to your waist. I could feel myself blushing from nervousness and excitement all the while hoping that you wouldn’t kick me off the bike.

“Do you think we could travel Europe together? I need a new guide and you will be a good replacement for the dick head I use to have. Plus you’re quite attractive so that just a bonus.” I chuckled softly. “I hope your boyfriend won’t mind?” I ask softly as we road onward.

 

[Chrystal Dark]

A nervous pillion. I'd not really ridden with a pillion before, but I've been pillion on someone else's bike, and I'd always had my hands behind me, gripping the handhold there for the pillion to grip. I didn't really have any objections to Sarah cuddling me like this, but it was a bit weird, what with her saying she was openly gay.

The CD moved on to the next track.


Then there was an expansion joint in a bridge, and the bike lurched a little, and the hand that had left my waist returned in a hurry, grabbed a boob, then just as quickly let go and slid back to my waist as a blurted apology came over the intercom. I laughed. "No you aren't. Sorry, I mean, Not saying you did that on purpose, but don't tell me you didn't enjoy doing it!" I was chuckling, because it was funny.

But now I had a question that I needed to answer. Why was I not upset by her grabbing my boob? If it had been a bloke, I would be cussing him out, telling him to watch where he put his grubby mitts. For that matter, I would have objected to a guy pillion putting his arms around me like this. If it was a straight woman who had grabbed my boob, I would probably have made some mildly homophobic joke, about whether she was turning gay. But this was an openly gay woman, who had accidentally grabbed me there, and I was... what...? Feeling a little bit turned on? Really? I mean, I've never really thought about it much. To me, if a man fancies other men, fine, if a woman fancies other women, fine. It wasn't a subject that had ever really come up in conversation.

Before I could consider this further, Sarah asked something that I'd already kind-of assumed. I thought about shrugging, but figured that doing that while holding the handlebars of a bike travelling at a little over a tenth of the speed of sound was not a good idea. "Well, yeah, I already added you to my tunnel booking, so you're coming with me as far as Calais at the very least, If you can help out with the petrol, then sure. I wasn't really sure about doing the trip on my own anyway."

And then came another question, that I suppose I should have expected. After all, she'd just called me attractive. "Um, I don't have a boyfriend." I paused, then pre-empted, "I don't have a girlfriend either. To be honest, I've been too busy working my arse off to save up enough money to buy this bike, get my class A licence and pay for this trip...! So I've not really had any time for dating since I left school, and before that I wasn't really interested. Or interesting, I guess, as I never got asked out by anyone. Male or female."

There, sob-story delivered. Boohoo. But those girls who had dated while at school were all married with kids, and living on benefits. I knew this because I processed the claims for some of them. Me? I was living my dream. "So, um... You really think I'm attractive? I mean, you're kinda cute too, and... um... Well, I'm pretty sure I'm not exclusively gay, but I'm not exclusively straight either." I put a slight emphasis on the word exclusively. "It's more the case that I've never really given my sexuality much thought.

The next track on the CD came on, and I checked the mirrors and merged onto the M20. Now a 4-lane motorway instead of a two lane one. But a so-called "Smart" motorway, with no hard shoulder.

 

[lostsheep]

I smiled sheepishly behind you as you called me out on it. “Ok you got me… heh … it was an accident but I won’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy it. You have very nice breasts.” I chuckled as the song ended in the background and a new song played on its track. “The real question though is did you enjoy it?” I asked as I hugged you tighter.

“I absolutely don’t mind paying for gas. I’ll even chip in on food, drinks and any type of lodging that we may end up staying at. If you want separate rooms or if you’re ok sharing a room either way is fine with me. I may not have a means of transportation but that doesn’t mean I don’t have money.” I said with a laugh. “Also I may have moved here five years ago but I mainly just stayed in one place until just recently so I’m not sure I know where Calais is but I’d love to follow you wherever you go… if that is ok with you that is?” I asked nervously.

When I heard you say that you never got asked out I laughed. “Really you must be joking. You say you’re not interesting but I find it to be the exact opposite. I find that you’re very interesting. Maybe no one asked you out because they didn’t have the balls to do so.” I added. “And yes I really think you’re attractive. I normally find personality to be a primary key factor in what I look for in a relationship. When you approached me I saw you aLao have ann interest in motorcycles and you offered me some of your food then allowed me, a complete stranger to ride with you. Well let’s just say that says a lot. I find that if our personalities don’t match up and we don’t have some form of similar interests then the relationship is doomed to fail. But it’s not just personality’s looks do also play a factor as I do have to be physically attracted to someone for a relationship to work and so far if I’m not being to forward you check off a lot of those boxes.” I say honestly into my headset.

I smiled when I heard you say I’m kinda cute as well. “Well thank you that means a lot.” I replied. Upon hearing you say that you’re not exclusively gay or straight and that you never truly had time for dating or a relationship I rested my head on the back of your shoulders. “Well let’s fix that. Since no one had the balls to ask you out before I guess it is up to me to show some balls and ask you myself. Amber you’re a nice and attractive woman. Would you consider going out with me?” I asked as we road onward and a be song played on the playlist as we drove.

 

[Chrystal Dark]

I let out a snort of laughter at the question. Not because I find anything wrong with it, but the time and place are probably among the most ridiculous I can imagine. I'm giggling now, as I answer. "I've just agreed to go on a road trip around Europe for three and a half weeks with you, Sarah, dear. If that doesn't qualify as going out with you, I'm not sure what does." We were on a nice flat straight bit of the M20, with not too much other traffic, so I let go of the handle bars to do Air Quotes around "Going Out".

But there were other questions that needed to be addressed. Like sharing an hotel room. "It's going to be a lot cheaper if we share a room ... Wait..." I wound her words back in my head and arrived at something that really did make me snort with derision. "Do you really not know where Calais is? Do you know where Paris is?" I wasn't being deliberately mean, it was just, there was this arrogance about an entire nation of people who didn't give a fuck about the rest of the world, most weren't even aware that the rest of the world existed, and yet they claim to be the best nation on earth!

"Typical bloody Yank, I bet I can name more American States than you can name European countries!"

I sighed. "Sorry, That was uncalled-for. Calais is a French port, directly opposite Folkestone and Dover, and is the other end of that marvel of Franco-English engineering, the Channel Tunnel. There's also a big ferry terminal there, and a number of hypermarkets selling cheap booze and fags. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's cheaper for people living in Folkestone and Dover, to put their car on a ferry, drive to the nearest hypermarket, and fill it up with petrol there, than it is to fill up at home!"

Whether that was true or not, I didn't know, but it wouldn't surprise me.

The rest of the trip to the terminal, we chatted about random stuff, including naming US states and European countries. In fact, it will always be possible to name more US states that European countries, cos there are 50 of the former and only 44 of the latter! I won't say who won.

But in time we pulled off the motorway, and rode past the lorries all waiting their turn, then to the customs and passport control gates. "This would have been so much easier if it wasn't for effing Brexit!" I whinged. Passports presented and checked against the (updated) passenger list, and we were allowed through. Then directed into a bike holding lame with several others.

"Is the bastard who dumped you here?" I asked over the intercom.

"There's a café there and toilets, by the looks... I could use a piddle. You coming?"

 

[lostsheep]

“Hah I won’t lie I don’t pretend that America is th greatest country on earth in fact we are far from it especially now a days. The country is so divided and people just look for something to complain about. Everyone is such a snowflake now that they get offended by the most minute little thing.” I laughed “and yes I know where Paris is and also no need to apologize I honestly don’t get offended easily at all. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions and it’s not my place to say otherwise.” I said

“Woah easy there.” I said as you took your hands from the wheel to do air quotes which caused me to squeeze you tighter. “Yea I guess that means we are going out then. And I look forward to sharing a room with you.” I said with a flirtatious teasing tone in my voice.

As you asked if my ex friend who ditched me was here I laughed loudly. “Hah I doubt it. He won’t get very far without this.” I said as I pulled a passport from my jacket pocket. “I slipped his passport from him when he was trying to force himself on me.” I said as I put it back in my pocket of my leather jacket. What do you think should I do it? I know it’s a crime to do so.” I said as I pulled out a lighter. “Maybe we can burn it together later on.” I said with a grin on my face.

I let go of you and hopped off the bike as we entered the bike holding lane. “Sure I could go for a pee.” I chuckled softly. As we walked into the bathroom I locked the door behind us. Reaching up I took off your helmet and set it on the counter. “Well if we are going out we might as well break the ice.” I said as I placed a hand in your hair on the back of your head and pulled you into a deep and passionate kiss. My other hand reaching down to squeeze your ass as my tongue penetrates your mouth. As we kiss I swirl my tongue letting it dance and wrestle with yours. After a minute I break the kiss. “How was that for breaking the ice?” I ask with a grin. I then make my way into one of the stalls and close the door behind me. After placing some toilet paper on the seat I unbutton my jeans and lower them down. Sitting down I let out a sigh as I let my pee flow from me. Once finished I wipe up and flush the toilet before pulling up my jeans and going out to wash my hands.

 

[Chrystal Dark]

"Oh! Shit! You should hand that in, say you found it somewhere. Stealing someone's passport is a serious crime!" I hissed, as I climbed off the bike, locked it and headed for the ladies. I didn't notice Sarah slip the bolt on the inside of the door as she followed me in, but when she reached up and pulled my lid off, I chuckled. "What?" I shook my head and, pulled her lid off in reply and set it beside mine.

What happened next did catch me by surprise. She grabbed my soft, squishy, behind with one hand and dragged my head down with the other, then them pressed her mouth against mine. I have to admit, I was so surprised, I didn't know what to do. Except open my mouth and let the invading tongue in.

"Um, wow?" was all I could think of to say when Sarah pulled away. "Uh... Yeah, broken, melted and boiled away!"

I'd almost forgotten why we were in here, until this incredibly forward young woman dived into a cubicle, to pee. I followed suit and a few minutes later we were standing back near the bike, with a can of drink each courtesy of a scandalously expensive vending machine, and then some guy in a yellow hi-viz waved us to follow a particular lane. Helmets back on, and we followed the other three bikes, who seemed to be together, around and over and down and up a ramp and onto the top deck of the railway freight car

We parked up in the assigned spot, and I took my helmet off again, sat on it, against the side of the carriage, and waited

"My dad was in the Royal Marines for seven years, and he said life in the military was all, 'Hurry Up And Wait'!" I shrugged. "But I think a lot of things in life are like that!"

It felt like an hour but was actually only a few minutes later when we heard the loading doors close, and then the train started moving. "Woo, here we go. Shame there are no windows. Next time I'm going by Eurostar." I chuckled.

"So, um, about what happened earlier? I, uh, well, I'm not complaining, and I won't stop you if you want to do it more..."

 

[lostsheep]

I picked up my helmet and followed you out of the bathroom with a grin on my face. As we walked to through the area and grabbed us each a drink I flagged down a worker. Pulling the passport out of my pocket I handed it to him. “I found this on the ground over there. I think someone may have dropped it can you see that it gets returned to them?” I asked as I gestured to an area behind me.

I followed you to the rail car before we parked in our assigned spot. Like you I also reached up and removed my helmet before setting in on the back of the bike. “Oh wow your father was in the military. I appreciate his service. I have always had such high respect for military and law enforcement.” I replied. After waiting patiently the tram eventually began to move.

I looked over at you when you began to talk about what happened in the bathroom. “I’m glad you’re not complaining. Neither am I.” I said softly before walking slowly towards you. Leaning forward I pulled you into another deep and passionate kiss one of my hands going up to squeeze your breast while the other goes down to squeeze your ass. I continue to kiss you before eventually going down to suck on your neck sending goosebumps up your body and leaving a hickey in its place where my lips were. “Something to remember this by.” I said with a chuckle as looked down at the hickey.

 

[Chrystal Dark]

I let out a soft squeak as I'm snogged, very publicly. There are some catcalls from the other bikers, which makes me blush. But the hand on my boob and arse cheek feel nice, even through the leathers. And yes, I kissed back. It was nice, it was sexy, and yes I was kinda turned on.

Not so bold as to return the boob grope, but hands went to Sarah's hips and pulled her slender and somewhat boyish figure against my plush feminine curves. She was (is) shorter than me by seven and a half centimetres or so, so our heads were inclined at opposite angles But then I straightened my neck as she broke the kiss, and the next thing I know, she's put a massive hickey on my neck. "Ahhh!" I gasped and giggled. "Oh believe me, I'm not going to forget this trip in a hurry!" I smirk and mutter, "Vampire," under my breath.

She's cute though, and I get the feeling that, if I were to introduce her to my dad, he'd probably get confused at why she has a girl's name...!

The carriage is not heated and it's actually a bit chilly. "Sarah?" I ask softly, "Will you sit on my lap and cuddle me? I'm getting a bit cold."

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Thirty-five minutes later (and an hour later, time-zone wise) and the side of the carriage opened and with Sarah sat behind me, helmets on, and bike revved, we were leaving the shuttle terminal. I'd made a point to move a bracelet, that I normally wore on my right wrist, over to my left wrist. Something my dad told me - he still wore a wristwatch, more out of habit than anything else, and told me that, whenever he drove on the continent, he put it on the other wrist as a reminder...

Drive on the wrong side of the road!

First stop was petrol. I rode into Calais, ignoring the service stations on the Autoroutes - Motorways to me, Freeways to Sarah. The bike's built-in GPS seemed to be having trouble getting a fix, but eventually it directed me to a place close to the central train station and the town hall. (If I remember my GCSE French correctly). I turned and pulled in next to a pump, disappointed to see that my theory on the price of petrol was wrong. It was about the same, when I pulled the currency converter up and changed Euros to Pounds.

"You want to stretch your legs while I sort this out?" I asked Sarah. "Don't go too far, this doesn't look like the sort of neighbourhood you want to get lost in."

Yeah, the town hall was over there, (L'hotel de ville, In the local lingo), but just down the road was a very clearly labelled sex shop. It was also nearly five PM (local time), when most businesses kick out, and traffic usually gets bad. So I wanted to be on my way. I had a room booked in a really nice hotel in Amiens. The only reservation I'd made, as I figured I'd be winging it from Paris onward... Amiens is half-way from Calais to Paris, and I figured it would be cheaper to get a room there.

 

[lostsheep]

I ignored the cat calls and jeers. All of my attention was focused solely on you and our kiss. I was excited to know that you were not pulling away for the kiss but more along the lines of embracing it and even returning the favor with your hands on my hips. As we broke the kiss I relaxed my head and looked deep into your eyes as I by down on the corner of my lower lip with a soft giggle. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did?” I asked in a soft whisper.

I smiled as you asked me to cuddle with you and I crouched down sitting on your lap sideways before wrapping my arms around your neck and chest. I then rested my head on your shoulder enjoying our embrace while at the same time wondering if this is going to be the start of a new and magical future between the two of us. As time went on eventually the tram came to a stop and I got up off of you. Walking over to your bike I grabbed my helmet off of the seat and put it on before sitting behind you.

As you sat down in front of me I wrapped my hands around your waist as we drove off out of the shuttle. “Hey I want you to play a song for me. If you don’t mind that is?” I asked “rainbow by emigrate” I said softly
View: https://youtu.be/zNmX9t2NBO8?si=IcwqC-R8E_55ArP3
. As the song began to play I slowly moved my hands up from your waist to your chest. As we road on I smiled behind you. “ Im really happy I met you. I want to thank you for everything.” I said.

As we pulled into the gas station I let my hand fall free from your chest and I sat up and swung my leg up off of the bike and stood up. Putting my hands on my hips, leaned back and stretched. I looked over and saw the sex shop and an idea popped into my head. “Sure I’ll go and stretch my legs. I’ll be right back.” I say as I walk out and over to the sex shop. As I enter the shop I take off my helmet so as not to freak out the proprietor of the shop and make him think I was about to rob the place.

As the door closes behind me I walk around and spot a bullet toy on a shelf. I smile as I pick it up. I then walk over to a shelf that has a wide array of strap ons. I grab one that is of modest size and slightly fancy with leather straps and a vibrating piece on the side that the person would wear. I walked up to the counter and put my purchases on the counter. As the man started to ring them up I noticed some fuzzy pink Handcuffs hanging on the wall behind the counter. “Throw those in with the lot also.” I said as I gestured towards the handcuffs. I then pulled my backpack off and unzipped it before pulling out my wallet. After everything was rung up I handed the cash to the man behind the register, slipped my purchases into my backpack and walked outside.

I then made my way into the gas station and bought two sandwiches and two drinks before heading back out to you. “Here this one is on me.” I. Say with a smile as I hand you a sandwich and a drink. After we finish our snack I throw away my empty drink and put on my helmet. I then straddle the bike behind you and wrap my hands once again around you breasts.

 

[Chrystal Dark]

This was... significantly arousing, moderately embarrassing, slightly frustrating, definitely groping! To get the song Sarah wanted, I pulled over and paired her smartphone with the bike's blue-tooth, and told her to call it up and play it. And then the groping started.

I've not had someone deliberately put their hands on my breasts before. The music was good and made me want to listen to more by this same band. The thick leather and padding of my jacket was the whole frustrating part. It was designed to explicitly prevent damage to my chest in the event of a face-down slide, and believe me I've done that a couple of times. But of course that padding meant that her hands on my boobies were more of a remote suggestion than a full on erotic sensation.

Left me wanting more, for certain. I didn't complain, didn't stop her, I just enjoyed it.

When she disappeared at the petrol station, I didn't pay much attention, I was more concerned with getting a full tank. I popped into the shop to pay, and thought for a moment, to remember how to say it in French. "Ah, Numero sept, si'il vous plait?" The man nodded pressed a button and rattled off some numbers too fast for me to catch. "Mois vite, s'il vous plais?"

He looked at me, shook his head and said, "Serty eight euro, please."

I shrugged and presented my phone to his card reader, which did the transaction. Should have just asked in English!

Back out by the bike I saw Sarah coming back from wherever she'd been. She disappeared into the shop and came out with a snack. "Thanks babe," I was genuinely grateful, being hungry and thirsty. I chucked the empties in a nearby bin and off we went, with music on random shuffle from our various playlists, and my boobs being used as safety handles.

I chose the route that didn't have tolls. It was longer and s bit slower, but hey a big bike like mine is comfortable and eats kilometres for breakfast. And the whole trip my pillion was giving me a vigorous chest massage!

About two hours later we pulledinto the car park of the Hôtel Mercure Amiens Cathedrale.

This was where it turned interesting. I'd paid a deposit on a room, for one person, but I'd turned up with a passenger. My French was limited and I resorted to google translate on my phone... "Est-il possible de passer à une chambre double ?"

"Oui," was the answer. "Oui, pour cent cinquante euros de plus."

"Shit. Um, Sarah, they want an extra hundred and fifty euros?" I turned to my travelling boob-grabbing companion hopefully.

 

[lostsheep]

As we rode onward I held on to you as our music playlist played in the background. Finally after what seemed like hours of riding we pulled into Hôtel Mercure Amiens Cathedrale. After we parked I let go of you and got up off the bike before stretching th stiffness out of my legs. I took off my helmet as we walked inside the hotel. “WOW this is fancy.” I said as we walked into the lobby. When we walked up to the concierge I smiled as you began talking to him in French which I found rather cute

“Oh yes of course I don’t mind at all.” I said as you turned to me. Setting my helmet on the counter I Pulled one of my backpack straps off of my shoulders I swung it around to my front an unzipped it while carful to hide my previous purchases that I had placed in there. Reaching in I pulled out my wallet, opened it and grabbed some euros out of it. “So how many nights are we booked here for amber?” I asked as I counted my money before handing it over to you. I then zipped up my wallet and placed it back into my backpack before zipping it up and swinging it back over my shoulders.

After the payment was processed the man behind the counter handed us our room keys and after grabbing my helmet I followed you over to the elevator. As we walked up to the elevator I pushed the button and waited with you for it to come down. Suddenly a ding sounded a the doors opened letting out a family of four. After they left we made our way inside and I pushed a button on the wall as the doors closed. “You know I find it really cute when you talk in French.” I whispered in your ear before pulling you into another deep and passionate kiss.

Suddenly the elevator came to a stop signaling the break in our quick make out session. Picking up my helmet I followed you out of the elevator and to our room while eagerly looking forward to unload my backpack off of my shoulders as the weight of it was beginning to cause them to feel sore. When we made our way inside our room I slipped my backpack off of my shoulders and set it down on the floor out of the way. “Fancy.” I said as I looked around the room. “There is only one bed though. Are we sharing it or would you rather I camp out on the floor?” I ask as I look at you.

Walking over to the bathroom I unzip my leather jacket and take it off revealing my grey spaghetti string shirt. I fold up my jacket and set it down on the table. “I need to go and freshen up. Do you mind if I use the bathroom?” I ask with a smile. Walking In the bathroom I close the door and unbutton my jeans. I then pull them and my panties down before sitting down on the toilet. After I finish peeing I wipe myself and take off the rest of my clothes. Stepping in the shower I turn on the tap letting the warm water cascade down my smooth skin as steam begins to fill the bathroom. Grabbing the complementary shampoo I begin to wash my hair. After rinsing it out I wash my face and the rest of my body before turning off the water and drying myself off. I then hang my towel up on the rack to dry, pick up my clothes and walk out of the bathroom. “Ok your turn.” I say as I stand there naked. My small yet perky Bcup breasts and hairless pussy on full display for you. Walking over to my backpack I unzip it and pull out some clothes.

 

[Chrystal Dark]

After Sarah paid for the room upgrade, I assured her we were only here for the one night, and we would be heading to "Gay Paree", in the morning, we got into the lift, and one of my weird fantasies began to happen - being stuck in a lift with a sexy, horny woman... And all I could think of was, Damn, she's Gomez Adams!

Sadly, the lift arrived, and the doors slid open. My fantasy didn't happen that day. Maybe, one day...

I didn't bother dignifying her comment about sleeping on the floor with a response. She'd been groping my boobs all the way from Surrey to here, and I hadn't batted an eyelid, surely she had worked out that I fancied her, and wasn't going to say no to a night of rumpy-pumpy?

And if this one was a success, maybe several more, who knows?

"Hmm? Go ahead, I'll be right behind you..." I set my helmet down on the same table as Sarah's, dump my pack, that had been in the top box until we got here, on the floor and walked over to the balcony. The view of the cathedral was awesome, and I dug my phone out to take some pictures.

And then Sarah said it was my turn. I glanced and did a classic double-take. My phone camera didn't have that artificial shutter sound enabled and I was able to take a couple of sneaky pictures as she turned away.

"You know, Sweetie, I'm kinda relieved." I purred as I stepped up behind her, my own hands returning the favour. "You don't have much up here, and you're kind-of androgynous. So I'm just a bit grateful that there's nothing here either...!"

My right hand travelled down across her tummy, and cupped her warm, soft mound. "Mmm, smooth!" I giggled and flicked her clit, then let go and stepped away, shed my jacket, that had just a sports bra under it, then my leather pants, which had a pair of sensible but cute briefs under them. Leathers dropped onto a chair, and I skipped quickly into te bathroom before Sarah could retaliate to my grope. I deliberately left my phone unlocked with the pictures of her showing, so she could delete them if she wanted.

Naked now, in the bathroom, I paused to admire myself in the mirror. D-cup breasts and a neat triangle of dull grey-brown fuzz, a decent figure and a plane but not ugly face, The tattoo on my right shoulder was one I regretted. It was crap, the girl who did it, had overcharged me - she didn't make me pay money, but eating her out had not been particularly pleasant!

But all in all, I wasn't bad.

French toilets, on the other hand... Weird. They have this shelf that you pee and crap onto. Presumably, so you can recover anything you might have swallowed...? The French lavatory designer, friend of the drug mule! So, that rather awkward experience over with, I stepped into the shower.

I, too, left the bathroom naked. Grinned at my newly acquired girlfriend. "So, like what you see?"

 

[lostsheep]

As I bent over my backpack fishing through my clothes I felt two hands cupping my naked breasts. My nipples are erect and poke into your hands from the cold air. As you grope me back I stand up with a small smile on my face then I felt your hand trace it’s way down my stomach to my pussy. Turning my head I looked at you smiling as I bit the corner of my lower lip while you flicked your fingers against my clit.

As soon as it started it was over and you relinquish your hands from my naked body. As you walk into the bathroom I look down and stare at your ass until you close the door behind you. Your groping had gotten me all hot and bothered. I set my clothes back in my backpack and zip it up. As you shower I walk around the room and out onto the balcony taking in the view. After a short while I walk back into the hotel room and then I notice your phone resting open on the table with a picture of my naked backside on it. Reach out and pick up your phone. I then scroll through the pictures of me and click my tongue. “This won’t do. There are none of my front on here.” I say as I walk over and stand in front of the mirror. Holding up the phone to my side so it doesn’t cover my face I take a picture. I then flip the camera and take a close up of my breasts and a close up of my pussy.

Suddenly I hear the door click and open as you also walk out naked. I smile back at you. “Yes I do. By the way we had a problem but I fixed it for you. Quick think fast.” I say as I toss you your phone with the pictures I took of myself open. “I saw you had pictures of my backside while I was bent over in my backpack and no pictures of my front so I took some for you.” I said with a grin as I walked forward. “Let’s try this again now that your leather is out of the way.” I say as I reach up and begin to massage both of your breasts. “How does that feel now that there is no fabric between us?” I ask as I pinch both of your nipples between my thumb and finger. I then lean forward and reaching up I placed one hand behind your head and pull you into a deep and passionate kiss. My free had snakes its way down your torso to cup your pussy. As I insert my tongue into your mouth I at the same time insert a finger into your lower lips.

Breaking the kiss I insert another finger inside of you as I lean down to kiss and suck on your neck leaving a hickey in its place. I then trail my way further south taking your left nipple into my mouth as I pump my fingers in and out of you while I thumb your clit. I gently bite your nipple between my teeth while flicking it with tongue. I release my mouth from you and pull my fingers out of your pussy before putting them in my mouth. “Mmm you know you taste good.” I said as I sucked my fingers clean. “Come on let’s take this to the bed.” I say as I take your hand and lead you to the bed. I then lay you down on your back and straddle my legs over your face. “Now it’s my turn to say do you like what you see.” I giggle before I lay down in a 69 position. I wrap my hands under your legs and lean forward kissing my way up and down your inner thighs. I then begin to flick my tongue against your clit.

 

[Chrystal Dark]

This woman was, apparently, a butch, top, possibly dominatrix? Not that I minded. Previous girlfriend had been totally vanilla, and I'd felt something had been missing from the relationship, although I wasn't sure what.

Sarah was quick to take advantage of what I was offering, The pictures she took with my phone were sexy, but her moves as I came out of the bathroom were way sexier. "Ow!" She pinched my nipples, and it hurt but sent waves of pleasure tingling through me. "'s good!" I mumbled, even as her tongue invaded my mouth, My arms went around her, my breasts smooshed against her almost flat chest.

"GNMPH!" A finger pushed into my pussy-hole and that was the sound that escaped past the two tongues in my mouth, before she pulls away and begins kissing her way down my body. Two fingers in me now? "Ahhh, so good!" I mumble. My hands are on her arse cheeks, squeezing the firm, smooth hemispheres, "AH! Ahhh!" There is a feeling strangely disappointing as the teeth on my nipple hold back, not causing any pain. Part of me expected her to bite hard, and she didn't, leaving that part a bit unfulfilled.

Take it to the bed...

"Y- yes, let's." I mumble in reply, not that I have much choice, my new lover clearly wants me on the bed and I have a feeling that saying no is not an option. Not that I want to refuse. I want her as much as she wants me!

"Yes, very much!" I reply to the question, as I put my hands on her buttocks and pull firmly down, bringing her folds within reach of my mouth. "Mmmm!" I hum into her sex, partly due to her actions and partly because I know that the vibration is good.

I lift my knees and cross my ankles behind Sarah's head. My fingers are exploring her slit as my mouth concentrates on her clit, sucking, tonguing and nibbling, while I ease two fingers inside her, curled forwards, searching for her sweet spot.

I know that if she keeps doing what she's doing I will cum very soon, and I want her to cum too.

 

[lostsheep]

As you begin to hum against my lower lips it sends waves of pleasure filled vibrations coursing through my body. Squeezing my thighs tighter around your head I match your efforts by also humming into your clit. As I pump my fingers in and out of you i gently bite your clit between my teeth and use my tongue to trace my name across your sensitive nub. Soon the sound and smell of our sex began to fill the hotel room as i moaned loudly.

I was determined to give you a great orgasm then have the real fun begin afterwards. “God you’re so hot baby. I’m so glad I came riding with you.” I whispered softly into your sex. I could feel the rush of heat and pleasure building in my body as you worked your tongue and fingers on my lower lips. I was so wet for you right now I could begin to feel myself getting close to my first climax. I worked my fingers faster in and out of you curling them to massage your most sensitive spots. “I’m getting close baby. I want you to cum for me.” I moaned as I reached down with my free hand to squeeze your ass cheek digging my nails into it.

After a few moments past my hand snaked its way along your ass cheek till my finger was pressing itself against your back hole. Slowly I teased you by circling my finger against your quivering asshole. “Fuck baby I’m about to cum.” I moaned as I could feel myself getting close to a climax. “Cum for me Amber.” I moaned as My toes curled and my body tensed up. The walls of my pussy tightened themselves around your fingers as my first orgasm washed over me.

Panting I relaxed my body before getting up out of bed. I looked at you with a smile on my face. “We are not done yet babe. I have another surprise for you.” I said before turning and walking towards my backpack. Bending down I dug inside of it and pulled out a purple strapon with black leather straps. Stepping into them I tightened it around my hips and walked back towards you. “Care to suck on it to get it nice and lubed up first?” I giggled as I stood in front of you brushing the hair out of your eyes.

After you sucked on it for a few minutes I guided you around so you were on your hands and knees on the bed with your backside facing me. Placing one hand on your waist I slapped your ass with the other. “Tell me you want it.” I whispered softly. I then held the strapon in my hand and rubbed it up and down against your slit before guiding it in. I thrust my hips slowly forward so that its whole length was inside of you and my hips were pressing against your ass.

 

[Chrystal Dark]

My climax was... AMAZING!

"YES, YES, OOO OH FUUUUUCK!" I squealed, not caring who heard. This was possibly the best orgasm I'd ever had, certainly the best in the last few weeks. The only one not self-induced in the last few weeks, certainly!

I lay panting on the bed, used the duvet cover to wipe the girl cum off my face as Sarah climbed off and told me we weren't finished. "Oh? Good!" I muttered. Not sure if I was being ironic or not.

My eyes popped when I saw the strap-on. "Uh... What...? Where the fuck did that come from? Did you bring it in the hope of getting picked up by a cute lesbian?" I was genuinely surprised. Quite sure that the two of us meeting was by chance, as I don't believe in any sort of deity, and certainly not one that arranges gay hook-ups.

But an answer was not immediately forthcoming, and instead this sexy androgynous bitch insisted I suck it. At first, I was a bit dubious, but then shrugged. It wasn't part of her, it wasn't going to squirt yucky stuff in my mouth. "Okay... Just, don't call it a cock? It's not!"

I've seen porn where the woman wearing a strap-on calls it her cock, and that has always made me cringe a little bit.

I took the tip of the thing in my mouth. It tasted of plastic. Not pleasant, but not unpleasant. A reassuring taste. It didn't taste of person! There was no way I could get the whole thing in, though. I know some women can swallow things like that, even bigger things (and real ones, though I try not to think about that), but I gagged as it touched the back of my throat and pulled back. Instead, I ran my mouth down the sides, using my tongue on the smooth but wrinkled purple surface.

Then Sarah rolled me over and hauled my arse into the air.

“Tell me you want it.”

"OH Yes! Yes, please, I want it!"

I did too. I've used vibes, and those long floppy sausage double-headers before with other partners, but for no apparent reason I can think of I've never had a big purple rubber strap-on inside me, and oh-my-goddess, did I want it.

"Oh... OOOOOH... AAAAA!" The thing rubbed against my slit and then slid inside and damn! There was some sort of ridged bit, along the underside of the thing, that was probably designed to do exactly what it was doing - rubbing against my g-spot.

I might even have cum again almost immediately if Sarah had kept thrusting, but she didn't. She stopped, holding my hips, my chubby arse pressed firm against her hard belly. "Mmmnn!" I moaned softly. "Nice! Keep doing that?"

 

[lostsheep]

I watched as you knelt down in front of me and reached down I ran my fingers through your hair as I looked into your eyes while you lubed up the purple strapon with your mouth. “No I didn’t come with it hoping I’d meet some hot and horny lesbian.” I giggled. “Remember when you were filling up the bike with gas and I disappeared for a short moment? Well I went to a nearby sex shop and bought a few items. This toy was one of them.” I said.

I watched as you turned around and got on your hands and knees on the bed. “God your so beautiful baby.” I whispered softly as I inserted the strapon into you. A smile spread across my face as you moaned loudly and told me to keep doing what I was doing. “If you keep moaning that loud people are going to hear us.” I said as I rubbed my hands up from your hips along the sides of your body. I then bent over with my hips still pressed against your ass only now my torso is resting on top of you with my small breasts sandwiched between your back and my chest.

Reaching under you I take hold of your breasts and begin to massage them while I kiss and suck on your neck. I then grab a fist full of your hair and in a dominating way pull your head to the side so I can passionately kiss you on the lips. I then stand back up with one hand still holding a fist full of your hair while my other hand presses down on the small of your back as I begin to thrust my hips in an out of you.

As I thrust the ridges on the strapon massage themselves against my clit with each movement of my pelvis. “Mmm fuck baby I’ve wanted you since I met you.” I moan as I let go of your lower back and begin to slap your ass repeatedly. Soon red handprints leave visible marks on your ass as I begin to thrust faster. Letting go of your hair I place both of my hands on your ass cheeks and begin to massage and squeeze them. Then an idea pops into my head and I see an opening. Squeezing your cheeks I spread them and use my thumb to trace circles around your asshole.

I stop thrusting and being to rock my hips grinding myself against you. Using my thumb I press it against your back door. I then stick my thumb in my mouth getting it nice and wet before slowly using it to penetrate your puckered hole. Your warmth suddenly surrounds my thumb as your muscles contract around it while I squeeze your ass with the same hand. I then resume my thrusting with deep thrusts slamming my hips into your ass while I pick up the speed. Each time I slam my hips into yours it massages my clit and causes your tits to sway.