For fans of my first wife's adventures, I've been searching through thousands of holiday pictures hoping to find something; well at last I have. The picture itself is nothing, just J on a small motorbike, but look at what she's wearing. A pair of white shorts and a low cut top without a bra, not your perfect riding outfit but perfect for her.
"What do you want a motorbike for?" John, my husband, asked, after all we do have our own cars, now that things on the money front are less tight.
"It's great," I replied, "Whizzing around the town. Anyway it's only a moped and I can ride that on my car licence."
I had tried a friend's moped, one time, and I loved the freedom and the wind in my long hair. He was thinking of selling it so I had put in an offer.
"What about the weather?" he said.
"Oh, I'm only going to ride it for fun," I giggled, "you know, in the hot weather."
I could see he wasn't happy about it and it touched my heart for he was only thinking about my welfare, after all.
"Well, you be bloody careful, that's all," he said. "It can be dangerous on those things."
I really didn't need his permission for I was using my own money to buy it.
I picked it up a couple of weeks later and stored it in the garden shed, but before summer arrived, I wanted to do some work on it. On one of the first warm days of spring I rolled it out onto the driveway and set to work cleaning every nook and cranny. John took it upon himself to do a service on the small engine.
"There," he said with a big smile of satisfaction on his face as the engine gently ticked over. "Good as new."
"Thanks, love," I beamed back.
It was my day off and it was hot and sunny, a perfect day to go to the park and strip off and catch some sun. In my bedroom I stripped off naked and then searched through my clothes for something suitable to wear. Then it hit me that I should use my little bike. I pulled on my bikini bottoms and then some white shorts over them. What about a top, well no bra of course, perhaps a low cut t-shirt will be just the thing. With my heart beating fast in my chest, I pulled my little bike out of the shed and sat on it for the first time in weeks. It started first go and I was off.
I felt free as the wind whipped at my long hair. At first, I was concentrating too hard on riding the bike to notice but once I got the hang of it again, I could see the male eyes following me as I passed. That and the buzz of the engine between my legs was getting me horny, well nothing new there for I was horny most of the time anyway.
The park was empty at this time of the day so I rode my bike across the grass to my usual spot. Out of the back I pulled a bath towel and some sun block then I pulled my shorts and top off to expose my near naked body to the fresh air. I lay down and closed my eyes and let the warmth of the sun soothe my weary body.
"Like some company?" said a male voice.
I opened my eyes just a creak to see two hunky looking guys about twenty or so.
"What are you two doing out of school?" I said a bit snottily.
"We're both at the local college," the other guy piped up. "We're both free until later, so we thought we'd go for a walk and look at the sights."
At that both of their eyes zeroed on to my naked chest.
"Well, it looks like you've found the best sights about," I said and I couldn't help but giggle, which didn't help any for I could feel my boobs wobbling about.
"That we have," said the first. "By the way, I'm Mike and this is Todd.
"Hi, guys," I replied but didn't give them my name. "I was hoping for some peace and quiet and catch a few rays."
"You can do that another time," said Mike.
"So what do you want to do now, then?" I sighed and sat up bringing their eyes back to my chest.
"Fuck me," whistled Todd.
"Not on a first date," I giggled again.
"No, sorry," apologised Todd, "It was just, well you know."
"Yeah, I know," I smiled lustfully at his cute face. "So, guys, what are we going to do and where are we going to do it?"
"W-what? Well," stammered Mike.
"We've got digs," said Todd quickly.
"If you think I'm going back to your digs you're crazy," I laughed.
"Where then?" asked Mike.
"Over there, behind the sports pavilion," I nodded in that direction.
"Yeah, great," agreed Todd.
I picked up my discarded clothes and put them on, then I packed away the rest of my stuff.
"Off you go," I said sternly as they stood about watching me. "I'll meet you there."
"Yeah, sure," said Mike.
By the time I had finished packing they were out of sight. Did I really want to spend time with these two guys behind the pavilion or should I just go home? They were quite cute and seemed harmless enough and what else did I have to do on this hot sunny day; go home and do the washing and ironing? Fuck that, I'd rather get myself well and truly fucked. My sweet bike started first go and sedately, I moved over the grass heading towards the old pavilion.
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