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Head Out On The Highway

Date: 12/25/2016, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: Green_Man, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

Traveling on the highway can be fun when you're riding a bike. I was stopped at a bar and grill in Barstow. My 1985 Low Rider was outside. Luckily it wasn't high summer, or the middle of winter. It was a nice day in April, and I was having something to eat along with a long neck. Actually, any day is okay when you can ride. I was following old Route 66. Most folks did eventually. Checking out the byways our brothers and sisters rode before. Since I got back from the sandbox I kept on the road as much as possible. I just needed the freedom. A sweetie was serving me. Had to be twenty-one or older, cause she brought me my beer with the burger. Nice looking. She was wearing a short skirt, showing off fine legs. Her hair was in a bun, but I could see that it would be wild if she let it down. She had some freckles across her nose and her skin was the color of creamy coffee. She was a giggler. I like girls who giggled. And I liked them with smaller tits too. I just liked a handful usually. But I wasn't strict about that. Anyway, this little gal had nice, firm tits. I was finishing my beer as she stopped at my table. "So were you in the Army?" I was wearing a field jacket. "Yep. Been there, done that. Now it's over." "Okay. My brother was in the Army, too. So, I'm leaving in ten minutes, hun. Could you pay your tab now so I can check out?" "Not a problem, doll. Here's twenty. You keep the leftover." "Oh, that's too much. Your ticket is only eight dollars." "It's cool. Go on." She ... smiled and left. I could see her getting her purse and going out the back. I finished my beer, put on my jacket, and left through the front door. As I approached my bike I saw her coming around the corner of the building. She came towards me. "So, it's kind of embarrassing. My boyfriend is supposed to pick me up. I texted. He doesn't answer. If you're going down 58 past Hinkley I could use a ride." "Doll, I don't mind taking a sidetrack. Not a problem. Here, put on my helmet. I only have the one. I'll be fine." She tried to put the helmet over the bun. She took her hair down. I was right. It flew everywhere. It was pretty, actually, all that curly hair surrounding her face. She finally got the helmet on, and climbed up to straddle the seat behind me. She tucked in the skirt. I got it rolling out of the parking lot. Her arms were holding me tightly. We had traveled down Highway 58 for about five minutes. I felt those firm tits pressing into my back, and her cheek was next to my ear. I was getting aroused, I admit that. Then her little hand went down my chest, and she grabbed my prick. It was hard as she squeezed it. Off to the side there was a grove of salt cedar, beside a dry stream bed. She pointed over to it. I drove off the highway and into a small parking area. She hopped off as I turned off the engine. She put her two hands on my cheeks, leaned in, and kissed me. I put my hands on her soft waist and kissed her back, thoroughly. She finally stepped back. "Can someone ride on ...