Driving up to Violet’s place, I steered my motorcycle into her driveway. We were about to have our first real date. We’d hung out with friends and partied as a group, but our flirtation had taken a long and winding road to get to that day.

She’d had a boyfriend when we’d first met, and I had a girlfriend by the time they’d broken up. For the longest while, Violet and I never seemed to be single at the same time.

Until suddenly we were.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and was startled by Violet’s voice saying, “Hey there, handsome stranger!”

“You saw me pull up?”

“I was waiting for you,” Violet admitted. Her confession made my dick grow even harder. “Are you excited? This is our first date. Just the two of us,” she added.

Oh, I was excited, all right. So excited I’d woken up to a triple-X dream of her early that morning and had to beat off so I could get some more shut-eye.

Violet shook back her black hair, then nodded toward my motorcycle and asked, “Do I just get on?”

“Sure! As long as you’re OK with taking the bike? We can take your car if you’d prefer.”

She shook her head and said, “And miss the chance to ride a motorcycle for the first time? Are you nuts?”

I handed her a helmet. She put it on and then hiked up her babydoll dress to climb aboard. That gave me a glimpse of the spandex shorts she wore beneath the short frock. She rested her sneakers on the bike’s pegs and wrapped her arms around my waist. She squeezed me with her arms and her thighs, giving me a full-body embrace from behind.

“This is awesome!” she said.

Her enthusiasm made me laugh. We hadn’t even hit the road, and she was already gushing.

“I thought I’d take the scenic route to the restaurant. So we can mess around, go slow and take off the helmets,” I told her.

She nodded hard enough that she bonked her helmet against mine, and I laughed again. She was smoking hot but also adorable.

We wandered along the back roads by the reservoir, and I pulled onto a shoulder.

“You want to keep your helmet on or take it off?” I asked, glancing backward. “Here, I tend to wander. Going slow. Taking in the sights.”

Grinning, she whipped off the helmet, her hair a tornado of black locks.

“I’ll take it off. Fresh air.”

I pulled mine off, too, and stashed them both in the bike’s pannier.

I noticed there was a twinkle in her eyes, and her cheeks were flushed.

“What’s up with you?” I asked.

She shook her head, blushing harder. Her normally pale cheeks were the rosiest of reds.

“Come on,” I said playfully as I mounted the bike once more. “You have to tell me.”

She leaned in and pressed her lips to my earlobe to say, “The vibration of the motor. It made me very horny.”

Ah, I knew that could happen but had never in a million years counted on it.

She wrapped her arms around my waist again, but then let them drop into my lap where my cock was stirring. Her mouth was on the side of my neck as she added, “Very, very horny.”

“Huh,” I replied, not knowing what to say.

We started off again, meandering down the road and admiring massive old trees and the bright blue sky.

I felt Violet shift behind me, and then the soft tickle of her fingers trailing up my spine, down my shoulders and over my neck. Next, I felt her squirming and stole a quick peek to see she was hiking up her dress.

I slowed even more, so we were barely moving. She said loud enough for me to hear, “I’m going to get off. And then we’re going to pull this beast over, and you’re going to fuck me.”

I nodded, marveling at the way our date was turning out. But I was more than pleased.

I turned my head just enough to see her in my periphery, while keeping the road my priority. She tucked a hand into her bike shorts as the low purr of my motorcycle’s engine continued.

Her head fell forward to press against the back of my neck. I kept my eyes on the road but felt her moving. The motions of her arm were now faster and more intense. Then her lips were on the back of my neck, and she was kissing me there. And biting. Her body moved restlessly behind mine as she fingered her pussy. My dick swelled, and I was ready to pull over before she told me to. But I managed to hold on.

Then she suddenly cried out climactically against my neck. The helpless sound served to accent my aching need.

“Pull over,” she demanded.

I quickly found a place that suited me, parking the bike amidst a copse of trees. From that vantage point, we could see the reservoir. But we’d still be hidden from the view of any passing motorists.

She climbed off the bike, and I noticed her dress was tucked haphazardly into the waistband of her shorts. Her cheeks were still blazing pink, and her hair was thoroughly tousled. I spun around to face her, but kept my butt perched on the seat.

“God that was fucking amazing,” she said, undoing my belt. The buckle jingled as she worked on setting me free, and my button and zipper readily surrendered to her insistent hands. Her fingers dove in, found my cock and pulled it free. She squatted and took me in her mouth. Her intense horniness was infectious. She sucked me for a few minutes before pulling back and asking, “How’s that?”

Breathless, I released a garbled, “Good.”

That apparently was enough for Violet, who resumed pushing her lips down the length of my shaft.

I held the back of her head as she sucked me. She seemed to be reveling in our debaucherous act. But I didn’t want to come too soon, so when I was close to climaxing, I nudged her away.

“I don’t want to finish that way. At least not for our first time,” I told her.

“If you say so,” she answered with a grin. “How would you like to come? Facing me? Fucking me from behind? Inside me? On my boobs?”

I swallowed hard as I tried to wrangle my thoughts and confessed, “You’re making me nuts, Violet.”

She pulled the top of her dress down to flash me her tits as she teased, “Good. I want to make you nuts.”

Taking control, I stood and turned her to face my bike. I placed her hands on the seat, and she played along, wagging her ass back at me.

I tugged down her bike shorts until they were below her knees. She toed off one sneaker and then brought her leg up and out of the shorts so she wasn’t bound. I knocked her legs apart and then put my hand on her lower back, pressing just enough to get her to move into the position I wanted.

“Like this,” I said. “I want to start like this.” I rested my cockhead against her wet slit and teased her until she bucked.

“Come on!” she impatiently demanded.

I plunged into her wet depths. It was like sinking into heaven. Keeping hold of her hips, I pulled her toward me with every inward thrust. I went deep with each stroke, filling her up and enjoying the sensation of being enveloped by her pussy.

“Fuck, yes,” she said, moving back to meet me.

Reaching around, I slid my hand over her mound and brushed my fingers over her sex until I found the tight knot of her clitoris. I stroked it gently, and she exhaled loudly and slowly.

A car whizzed past on the road, but we paid it no mind.

I traced tight circles over her clit as I pounded her. Some thrusts were so hard that I caused her to lift up onto her toes.

Every time I pushed into her, I wanted to let loose — but I also didn’t want the moment to end. I clenched my jaw, trying hard to hold on a little longer.

She pushed my hand aside, using her own fingers to tease her clit.

The hotness of that gesture hit me hard. My pleasure heightened, and my balls ached. I held her tight as my steady rhythm fell apart and became a frenzied pace.

Another car zoomed by, and somewhere a bird cried out. Soon, my own wordless expressions were added to the mix as I shot my wad into her tight humid depths. My body went rigid as I emptied into her. But I knew she hadn’t come again, and that had to be remedied as soon as possible.

I pulled free of her and positioned her up against a nearby tree. As she braced her back against the trunk, I got on my knees. She clutched the hem of her dress in her fists, keeping the garment out of my way. I pushed a finger into her pussy, feeling my own come lubricate the motion of my pistoning digit. I added a second and flicked my tongue against her clit. I lapped at her and fucked her with my fingers. I curled them inside her, feeling how ripe and swollen she was.

“I’m so close,” she whispered. “So fucking close.”

I continued to move my fingers in and out and sucked on her clit. The sensation of me drawing on her button clearly did something for her. She moaned, and her fingers tangled in my hair. She tugged so hard tears came to my eyes. I answered her roughness with another deep thrust of my fingers.

“Fuck, yes,” she said, bumping her pelvis forward to meet my mouth. “Like that. Do it again, baby. Please!”

So, I did it again and again. And every time, I felt her wet channel tighten around my driving fingers until she quivered fiercely. Her cunt was rippling around my digits, and it was a magical sensation. She released an orgasmic cry, and the helpless noise was possibly the hottest sound I’d ever heard.

That was just the first of many sexy pit stops we made that day, and we’ve had so many more since. It’s no exaggeration to say Violet really revs my engine!