It was meant to be a casual ride around the Brisbane area, but when Jack had come to collect me for our ride, my bike had called it quits. I was disappointed, expecting that to be the end of our not-date. But Jack had a suggestion.

“We can ride tandem.” He patted the back of his bike, “Swing your leg over.”

I swung my leg over and slid into place. We started our call as the bike started to rumble. I felt the engine roar as he took off, flying down the street. My hands wrapped around his body, hugging tight against him.

“Comfortable?” He asked through the call. “Yeah.” I said. I hugged tighter for just a moment and released. Cars and buildings were a smear of color past my head, but my attention was all on Jack. I felt his body against mine, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

Jack had excellent control of his bike, even with me riding tandem. We zipped away from the city center and found ourselves riding north-west out of town. I got comfortable behind him, comfortable enough to glide my hands down from his chest and to his waist.

Maybe it was my imagination, but I felt his legs spread ever so slightly wider as my hands moved. I waited a moment, and decided to venture further south. Even through the ride gear I could feel his cock. Thick. Hard. I pressed my fingers against him, moving back and forth along the edge.

The groan he let out was delicious. “You’re playing a dangerous game.” He said. There was a heat to his words, like he was goading me. “Am I?” I said, pressing my palm against his cock firmly. “What do I get for playing this game?” There was another grunt. And a groan. “You’ll see soon.” “Oh I hope so.” I said.

We took a turn and started heading up a mountain. The roads were mostly empty, with only one or two cars passing by. As I teased his cock and pressed my chest against his back, Jack started to speed up. Riding faster, his breath coming through the call heavy. Up the curves of the mountain there was a turn off road, to a lookout.

Jack threw us around the corner and to my delight, found the lookout empty. All the way to the back of the parking Jack sped, and came to a stop beneath some trees. We climbed off the bike, and I took a moment to get my legs back.

Jack didn’t. Helmet on, he grabbed my hips and pulled me close. His stunning blue eyes were glaring at me. Not in anger. But lust. He was madly pent up for me. “You tease.” He said, fingers already working the button and zipper. I had barely a second to look away from his gaze when my pants were being pushed down. “Oh!” I managed to say as his hands grabbed my shoulders and spun me. One hand on my shoulders, the other at my waist, he bent me over. I braced against the seat of the back, and heard the sound of a zipper.

“But your bike.” I said. “It could f-” “I know where the kickstand is.” He said, as I felt the warm head of his cock press against the back of my thighs. It was tight, despite the slick wetness spreading out from my pussy, he had to spread my thighs with his hands and press in.

His cock felt hot against my skin. Each push and pull, it felt closer to me. Then it touched. I felt him pressing against my opening, cock twitching in my thighs. He pushed against, the head stretching me deliciously. Push, pull, push. Every inch pushing into me, getting slick with my juice.

“Fuck.” I heard him grunt. Then a hand smacked my ass. And again. His hips rocked back and forth quicker, slickness spreading through my thighs. His hips slammed into me, his hand slapped my bare ass. He was hitting deep, spreading me in ways I hadn’t had in ages.

“More. More. More!” I begged. “Fuck!”

He was going fast, hammering into me from behind. My confidence in my own balance grew and I started to push back. Meeting each thrust of his hip with my own, until we were fucking out in the open. He bent his legs and suddenly the angle was new and he was hitting all the right spots.

Jack started to breathe hard, his breath coming through gritted teeth. I felt his hands dig into my waist, getting a strong grip. He used me, dragging me back with each of his thrusts deep into me. Then it came.

A loan blissful groan, his cock pressed deep into me, as he started to cum. I felt his cock twitching between my thighs, filling me with lovely ropes of cum. I stood there, legs spread and bent over his bike, feeling him slowing his thrusts until he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty.

I backed away from his bike, legs feeling weak. I looked at Jack, breathing hard, cock still out and slick. I practically threw my helmet off and dropped to my knees, taking his cock into my hands. I licked up his shaft, tasting the mix of salty sweetness from our fucking. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, making him moan, then sucked it into my throat.

I made sure to swallow a few times around his cock. Just to make sure it was clean. I pulled back and looked up at him. Through his helmet I met his eyes. Blue eyes. Sharp blue. Looking right at me, conveying everything.

With his cock in my hand, I started to lick the tip again. Slowly at first, lovingly. Letting him gain some strength back. His hands grabbed the back of my head, but just held me for now. I licked, gently suckled, and kissed the tip. Two minutes went by, and I felt his hands pulling me.

Down my throat in one swift movement. I took him all the way, feeling his cock twitching in my throat. I backed up just enough and rolled my body forward. Slow rocking motions, massaging his cock in my throat. My tongue rubbed the underside of his cock, and I swallowed around him.

“You- Are gonna.” He stammered. “Fucking. Make me c- cum again.”

I couldn’t talk. Instead I went quicker. I wanted him to cum. Cum down my throat. Working fast, I felt the twitching and tension. I felt his legs go tense, and his cock jump in my throat. There was a gasp then a satisfied groan, as I milked his cock down my throat. I swallowed, savoring the delicious treat.

When I pulled back, I suckled and let out a satisfied pop, leaving his cock clean. He was breathing hard, but managed to help me to my feet, and then dress himself. I donned my helmet and we saddled the bike, leaving our exhibitionism behind for the night.