The Blonde on the Motorcycle

After about a year of reading your pages without fail, I decided to send my own story too. After all, each of us deep inside hides a story of our own.

It was about 7 years ago. I saw Petroula daily, on a motorcycle, moving around freely and very confident in herself. Her blonde hair blew in the wind every time she decided to hold the helmet instead of wearing it. She worked for a competing company, and that fact, apart from my admiration for her, made me want her even more. I had just experienced the unpleasant ordeal of a divorce and was at the stage of deciding how I wanted to continue my life. Having been married to my ex-wife for about 8 years and remaining faithful to her, I had forgotten the techniques of flirting; I was even afraid of any rejection due to the poor psychological state I was in.

Several months passed with these thoughts, and Petroula continued to attract my interest. Something about her, perhaps the air of freedom and self-confidence she seemed to possess, was making me crazier and crazier for her. Until one day, completely by chance, we found ourselves close. She had parked her motorcycle outside a shopping center, and as I was also coming out to get my bike, I bumped into her. I was dazzled, stunned, I didn't know what to say. Just barely, I managed to say good morning to her. I waited a little and was able to enjoy the curves of her body. Tall, around 1.80m, with blonde hair, around 68 kilos, and with breasts that would bring even a dead man to life.

She mounted the motorcycle, and I, at that sight, got lost in my fantasies. I imagined I was the motorcycle, and that she was riding me. I felt my entire reproductive system getting aroused. And so I decided on the approach. I sent her flowers with an anonymous note that said: What the flowers cannot say, I can tell you. Nothing else. Later on, of course, I learned that Petroula had moved heaven and earth to find out who this mysterious person was who sent her the flowers. Three weeks later, we decided to have a meeting with my competitor, and Petroula's employer. I arranged for the meeting to be in his office and at a time when Petroula would definitely be there. So I went a little earlier and, while waiting for the meeting, I passed by her office supposedly by chance.

There, I made sure to let the same note I had sent with the flowers fall "accidentally," along with my mobile phone number, without saying anything to her. Through the glass of the meeting room, I watched her open it and turn crimson, realizing that I was the one who had sent her the flowers.

On the phone call that followed, we set a date to give explanations. There, apart from informing me that she had just started a relationship, I understood that I wasn't completely indifferent to her. So at the second meeting, I decided to take the big step. I asked her to meet at my office to supposedly make her a professional proposal. I had been aroused since the start of that day. I couldn't concentrate. So when the time came, she appeared in a mini skirt and a knit top, through which I could see her bra and the shape of her fantastic tits. During the conversation, I touched her on the shoulder and realized she shivered. I grabbed her then and after giving her a strong and sensual kiss, I started to explain the truth to her. And then I was shocked when she explained to me that she wanted it too, perhaps even more than I did.

So we found ourselves on the office sofa kissing. When I slipped my hand under her skirt and felt the wetness in her pussy, I felt the animal inside me wanting to be unleashed. So I pulled down her panties and immediately passed my hand over her divine tits, through her bra. She threw her head back, a sign she was enjoying it. My tongue took over next. I ran it over every inch of her body, understanding that she must have reached orgasm at least twice. Her folds, magnificent and swollen, and her labia inside her wetness.

I couldn't take it anymore. With quick movements, I freed myself from my clothes, and faced with the majesty of my cock, Petroula delivered the finishing blow. She took it in her mouth, while with her hands she caressed my balls, swollen from the great heat of my lust. It didn't last long, of course, but to my great surprise, after finishing, Petroula continued to hold my cock in her mouth and swallowed all my cum.

It didn't take long for me to feel strong again. Now it was the turn of her hairy pussy. A magnificent formation, exquisite aroma, wonderful taste. I entered her hard. I felt her writhing in the whirlpools of pleasure. She started to scream and beg for harder, harder. I responded. I felt her nails on me drawing blood. From the sofa, we moved to the desk. She sat on it and opened her legs. I entered her hard. The passion was great, the pleasure indescribable. I started to feel I was going to finish. So did she. We finished together in a frenzy.

Since then, after she ended her relationship, we have been together without fail and every time we experience the same feelings.