I was cruising down an empty street focused ahead of me. I noticed light coming from behind me. A car, the light just got closer and closer but nothin... passed me? Then a big white town car rolled up on my right side: ‘Hey do you need a ride?’ A voice from the car asked. ‘Nah I’m just about home anyways, thanks though for offering.’ I replied, thinking a ride for me sounded great, but I had this big bike with me too. ‘You sure?’ The voice persisted. ‘This thing has a huge trunk, it’d be easy to. "You like it? You like me like this, mom?" Yes... so beautiful... You are so beautiful!" So are you... Your big tits... Your big cunt... Don't stop... I want to see you do it again... I can cum just watching you finger fuck your cunt." You are filthy! It turns you on... talking dirty..." And how! Come on... Do it!She was practically shivering with excitement and suddenly became very aware of my fingers rubbing over my slit. God she was like me! This thing with masturbating, this obsession with. I slipped my hands in the front of her jeans, but they were too tight to get very far. “You want a biker slut” she said and she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. I still don’t know if it was a question or a statement, but right then I knew she had came to Bike Week to live out a Biker Slut Fantasy. “Your just another nasty biker bitch” I said to her and that got her worked up even more. “Get on your knees and take car of my cock BITCH!” She dropped to her knees, her hands running down my sides. When I pull back the duvet you gasp and grin when you realise that the sheet is covered in rose petals. I return your smile and gesture you to sit. I place myself next to you and lean up close once more as our lips return to press against each other once more – our tongues slowly duelling. I brake the kiss and move away once more. Again you sigh deeply wondering what I am doing this time. I reach down into my bag and my hand returns with a bottle of massage oil. I smile at you once more and.