An ex boyfriend from goodness, 25 years ago, wasn't active. He was a rebel, but a softy. He hated church, so did I at the time. We would go on rides at night on his Harley, felt the cool breeze and loved holding him as we rode. I was in love with him and very horny at times. Taking a ride with him on his bike at times didn't help matters.

His parents were wealthy and they invited me down to Florida for Christmas. I had never been in warmer weather for Christmas and quite enjoyed the differences. Wearing shorts and a tank top was much more enjoyable than the heavy sweater and sweat pants, staying inside most of the day.

His Dad knew we didn't want to be cooped up in the house so he signed off on the rental of a motorcycle. It was fast, barely enough seat for me to sit on the back. I had to hold on to him much tighter and with leaning in, it seemed to put me in a more prone position for stimulation.

We cruised up and down the freeway. I had expressed how much his Harley affected me, it was almost like he was knowing and enjoying the pleasure I was receiving. Every time he accelerated, it was as if I was applying a vibrator right on my crotch. I was in a skirt and it made it that much worse. I grabbed him tight and felt his muscles and strength in his control on the bike. I felt safe, but so aroused. We went to the beach and hung out, kissed a lot and played in the waves. I noticed he was hard. The sunset was nearing, he loved that he was in his shorts and I was in my skirt, which was now wet, with the waves crashing.... I just wanted to take him then and there, but there were people around. I took his hand and lead him off the beach back to the bike where we could sit on the bike me holding him while we watched the sunset. Where we were sitting, was between two vans... both were empty. I knew he was still hard and started to rub his inner thigh as we watched the sunset. I asked him point blank if he remembered the affect the bike has on me. He smirked and said yes. And that it had the same affect on him. I grabbed his cock through his shorts and kissed his back. Should I take care of you, I asked. He smirked and said, Only if I can take care of you :)

We had done oral before, nothing much more. I asked if he knew where we could go and he said that his dad had a condo nearby, and thinks the people that were going to be there cancelled. We headed over there and knocked, nobody came to the door and the super let us in. We did a bit more than oral :) I was so wet, and so horny, I needed him inside. He didn't have a condom and I asked if he would be able to pull out. He said he had never done it without one, but that maybe we could just do a couple minutes and then finish orally. I liked that idea and wanted to ride him. I practically jumped down on his cock needing to feel it deep in me. He slid in so nicely and spread me so wide. It was tight at first and hurt a little, but I adjusted and soon was able to ride him. He cubbed my breasts and thrust his hips into me. I knew I wasn't going to last long and rolled over with him sliding out of me... I went to his cock and positioned my hips over his face, doing a proper 69 and feeling him gulping and lapping at my pussy while I took his thick cock into my wet mouth. He tasted like me, not sure that I had tasted someone's cock after they had been in me. My taste and his taste at the same time was entoxicating. I took him in as deep as I could and played with his balls that were trying to hit my nose, but I wasn't able to go down far enough. He pulled my pony tail telling me he was going to cum and I braced for the spurts to cum. As he came, and pessed hard on my clit as he spurted into my mouth, tasting all of him, I realized I was about to cum as I clentched his head with my thighs feeling the pulsing and release rush over me.

We showered together and as we were finishing up dressing we walked out into the family room of th condo and there were his parents, at the table talking. We both froze in place as they looked to us. His dad spoke first and said, we haven't been here long, but looks like we need maid service again. Someone ruffled the bedding. Then turning to his Son he said, I'm so glad I'm not your bishop right now. I don't want to hear the details, not that I would ask. Realizing that his dad was a bishop and he knew we were the sinners he dreaded. He smiled, and said, don't worry, I don't give two shits if you fucked. Just be responsible and respectful. His mom gasped, and he turned to her and said, cmon hun, you know I haven't believed this one and only true church thing for a long time. I'm physically in, mentally out. We sat down to some ice cream while his dad explained to his son about how it is all bs and that he is only there because his family is. He had turned agnostic.

I'm not sure if this is what broke our relationship, but all I knew is that I wanted to have a temple marriage just like my parents. Here I was fucking a hot guy, but knew it wouldn't go anywhere eternal. I don't know that I recognized that then, but looking back I wish I had stayed with him. I never told my bishop.