Free Exhibitionist Sex Stories - Miles to Go

“I really want to see you,” I told Charles as we talked on the phone. We had been Internet lovers for quite some time, and I felt in my heart that I truly loved this man. I know I hadn’t seen him yet in person but if there was some thing in fate, then I believed we were destined to be together. But with things in the world the way they had turned out, it seemed quite impossible to be able to see him now.
“I know, because I want to see you as well, but I can’t fly out to see you,” he said.
“Maybe you should just drive here,” I said.
“But you know if I did that, I would take my motorcycle and you don’t want me to do that.” He was right. It scared me to death to think of him on it across country. Everyone can say what they want, but it still frightened me. Yet at this time, I wanted him to be with me no matter how he got from his place to mine. I knew it was over a thousand miles, so it wouldn’t be easy. At that moment, it felt like it was another world away.
“I know. I guess that’s how desperate I am to be with you. I just want to be in your arms and kiss your lips. I want to make real love to you, Charles.” He was the best Internet and phone partner I ever had, but now I was ready to see what it was like for real. Part of me was so afraid that if we didn’t make it happen soon, I would never be with him.
“You mean you want me to ride my bike there?” I knew he would be surprised at my answer, but deep down I knew I had to have faith that he would be okay. I knew that what happened to him on or off the bike was out of my control.
“Yes,” I simply said.
“No way!” He nearly shouted. “Not you. You really want me to?”
“YES!” I said louder. “That’s how much I trust you and how much I want to be with you. I have faith that everything will be okay.”
“I will, if you really want me to. I will make it this weekend and take off a few extra days of work. What do you think?”
“Really? You would do that for me?” I could never honestly explain to him how much he means to me, but I knew that I wanted to show him. Not just in bed but the way I looked at him and things I would do for him.
“Yes, sweetheart. I will start Friday morning and be there sometime on Saturday,” he said.
“WOOHOO!” I screamed. I think I did a happy dance all around the house. It just couldn’t be helped.
I was proud of myself the way I kept my composer the whole time he was riding, although I must admit to making him call me a few times a day so I knew he was safe.
The moment he arrived we were all over each other and each time we made love, it grew better and better.
“I want to take you for a ride on the bike,” Charles said, while we were still in bed, naked and cuddled up to each other.
“I don’t think I want to,” I said, sitting up.
“You will love it, and you have no choice. I’m making you go,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. “Get dressed.”
“Yes, Sir,” I smiled, and giggled at him, putting on a button up sundress and nothing else. He gave me a jacket and a helmet. “I should put on pants? Wait a minute.”
“You won’t be on it long enough to worry about it,” he said, with that loveable grin again.
“I’m intrigued.”
I got on the back of his bike, hugging the life his waist and holding on for dear life. As we took off, I did feel exhilarated, although I swore I wasn’t going to admit that to him. And I wish I could say that I felt the wind in my face but it was more fun to snuggle so close to the man that made me feel safe.
He was right that I wouldn’t need much else on. We only went a mile up the road to the lake. He parked on a lookout platform where we could watch the sunset over the lake. It was beautiful, and I couldn’t have been with anyone better. I got off the bike and took off the helmet, jacket, and even my shoes. I just wanted to be there, feeling free to be with him.
He took me into his arms, held me close and tight, and kissed me hard. I felt like putty in his arms, as if I were melting and becoming one with him. My breath was his breath. My soul was his soul. My body ached for him. My heart pounded for him. I could barely stand up on my own, because he made my knees so weak. He stripped me bare, then stood back and stared at me as if I were a trophy that he was lucky enough to win. I felt self-conscious, but then at the same time, I felt open and beautiful. I truly could see that he loved me. I stood still watching him strip his clothing off to leave them lying on the overlook. I thought he was magnificent, almost royalty. He came near me, took me into his arms, and kissed me hard on the lips. I didn’t even feel as if I were a separate person from him anymore. I felt like I were one with him. He kissed and licked tiny circles over my body, leaving goose bumps over me. My nipples were hard and my pussy was wet for him. Then I moaned as he kneeled and came to the soft mound between my legs.
“Oh, Carol, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, before licking between my thighs. I spread my legs and let him lick me. Then he moved me to his bike. He put me on top of it on my back with my legs spread and balancing me upon it. Charles licked my wet pussy, seemingly enjoying the taste of me. I squirmed under his mouth, his tongue, and his teeth that made me feel so good. Then I reached behind me, careful not to tip the bike over, not to move to fast, but to hold onto the handlebars. I was truly in ecstasy.
Charles kissed his way back up my body, sitting on the bike and putting me on his lap. He pushed up against me, his cock to my pussy, rubbing against the wetness. I moved my hips and reached down to guide him deep inside, and I gasped at the pleasure that it brought me.
“Carol, you are so good, so warm, so special. I need you,” he said, as he moved slowly in and out of me. I rocked with him, as he guided my hips in a steady rhythm. The thought of people coming to the beach and finding us never crossed my mind. All I could think of was the excitement running through me.
Awhile later, I began to quiver all over. “Cum, Carol, baby. Cum,” he said, and I didn’t disappoint him. I came with a force that I didn’t know before. It went clear through me to him, and he moaned and came deeply inside me. I held on tightly to him, never wanting to let go.
He kissed me, and then looked into my face. The palm of his hand brushed over my cheek.
“I can’t let go,” Carol said.
“Then don’t. Let this just be the beginning.”