Evening

Then I worked in one of the countries on the Baltic Sea. The residents are Nordic, not all handsome, but if there is, then as from the cover of the magazine «National Geographic». Summer is short, in a bathing suit you can flaunt one, maximum two months a year. But it was there with me, that short summer, that one of the most memorable adventures happened.

I really like motorcycles, although I myself have long and firmly belong to the autoclub. But I admire these cars and those who are driving. Due to the climate, almost all the inhabitants of this country rode on four wheels. Imagine my surprise when, returning home on foot on a fine summer Friday, I discovered the classic Harley near the bookstore. Brushed, with slightly pripylennye leather saddle bags, like a magnet drew me to him. I looked at him from all sides, like a wanderer who was brought from Oz. Then she decided to take a selfie on this monster. I climbed onto it, smiled ... And I saw when I was photographing that there was another participant in the back of the picture standing right behind me. I turned around and was very surprised that for the first time the mode of transport coincided with that of the driver. He was as good as his bike, or even better. He smiled broadly and suggested:

- Let's take off, it will be seen from afar better.

In my photo collection, this one, on a Harley in short jeans shorts, takes pride of place.

Then he came up, gave the phone, brought his face close to mine, leaning on the steering wheel:

- You know, I do not allow sitting on my bike without asking. Everything has its price ...

- And what? - I snorted, throwing the other leg to the side where he stood.

From this, he became even closer.

“That's the way,” he whispered, put his hand around his neck and drew him to himself. Never before have I kissed a guy with whom I exchanged two phrases. Then I wanted to change my rules ... The lips were warm, soft, the tongue gently, a couple of millimeters, looked inside. I put my hands on his leather jacket, slid down. He hugged the waist, continuing to kiss. Then I just pressed my nose against my:

- I'm Marcus.

- Maria ...

- Very nice - and kiss again ...

Marcus looked to be about twenty-five, almost over his head, with blond curly hair to his shoulders, playful blue eyes, a cheerful expression on his face, with wrinkles of laughter around his mouth. Classic leather jacket, with a bunch of stripes, jeans. On his feet - the only deviation from the canons - not boots, but sneakers. When we kissed, and it was very, very long, we had a five-minute conversation. He showed me that he bought the books (fantasy, who would doubt), found out who I was working for and offered to give me a lift to go home so that I could change into more suitable clothes (evenings, no matter how warm the day is, there are cool) and then go to his friends.

What found me? It was easy and pleasant to communicate with him. He followed his desires "here and now," and was not ashamed of that at all. So I decided that whatever happened there tomorrow, today get maximum pleasure.

Marcus came in, looked at my uninhabited apartment, while I went to change clothes. The door to the bedroom covered, but not to the click of the castle. She pulled off her shorts, pulled out jeans, instead of a T-shirt — a shirt and a leather jacket so as not to bleed. When I was standing in my underwear, I turned around with one leg in my trouser leg. I saw the door of the observer in the gap, but he behaved quietly. And rightly, it is not time yet to tear off the last pieces of fabric from me ... I pulled on my pants, opened the door. Marcus smiled innocently, not wanting to pretend that he was not here or he did not see anything. I asked:

- Liked?

- Highly.What are you doing?

- A little bit of everything. You can come in, - under his watchful eye put on the upper part. I liked the way he looked - with the knowledge that it would all be his, but calm. Nothing like the vulgar eyes, from which you feel already in a mixture of saliva and sperm. When I got dressed, I got up, touched my cheek:

- Now you can shoot?

“First, let me go on a real biker get-together,” hugging him, I climbed up barefoot on his sneakers to become equal, and kissed him. - And then we'll see how it goes ...

“Agreed,” he picked me up. - Let's go!

While we were getting acquainted, it was already dark long ago. Hugged him behind his back, stuck his head in a helmet against the wind ... Fresh, clean ... The sky was clear, full of stars. I wanted to shout, so that along an almost empty seaside highway, my delight carried away to the far distance ... I did not. She clung to the warm shoulder of a new acquaintance and blinked silently.

Near the wooden authentic cafe stood in a row Harleys and the like, and several sports. Especially good was the orange newcomer Ducatti, I stroked it on its smooth side, to which Marcus took my curious fingers and removed them:

- Do you remember that everything has its price? Or do you want group sex, baby?

“I don't want to today,” I smiled. He laid a hand on my shoulder in a businesslike manner, and here we are inside.

Eh, I have been here for three months and have not been to this place yet ... For the better, probably, because it would not be safe for me alone there. It’s like a thing of the past. Separately, there were bearded men under fifty dollars, behaving like 20-year-olds. A little distance away - a group of young people, apparently, they owned sports models. Among them unmistakably, on the orange stripes on the vest, stood the owner of the Ducatti that I liked so much, but he himself did not suit him at all. There were fewer girls, but enough, and they were dressed, despite the coolness of the night, in dresses with deep cleavage. Some were with boys, some were looking for adventures on the "second 90". I was grateful to Marcus for insisting that I change my clothes under the weather pretext - for in my day dress I would fit perfectly into the group of the group, but I did not need it at all.

And so, given the fact that my cavalier was happy to communicate with veterans and with young people, I was asked if I was free too many times today. Marcus was one of the cutest and already proven tasty, so I was not going to change my preferences for the evening. And the most important thing - when I watched the movements of his elastic priests, with the humor with which he communicates with friends, as he hugs me, I so much wanted him that my teeth were twitching, my knees were trembling with excitement, and the drinks did not climb in my throat. And this is a rare feeling, and it's worth a lot ...

Towards midnight, the people began to disperse. For the most part - in pairs. Some, especially drunk, remained on the second floor - there was some similarity to the hotel "for their own". Marcus also took on the chest, not much, but enough to drive, so I suggested to sit in front. Some training in the parking lot, and now - I sort of lead, although his hands are on top of mine on the steering wheel. We decided to go to him, but with some pause to visit the beach. During the day, filled with nudists, at night, empty, taking into account the temperature conditions that do not favor night bathing. They sat sideways on a wide seat, he was in the back, I am between his legs in front, leaning his toe on the sand. Silence, sounds of the sea ... Tender lips caressing my neck and ear. Sure hand, first unbuttoned jacket, and then sneak under the shirt to the chest. The second one got into jeans, at first got stuck between the panties and pants, but I unzipped the zipper to give her space. Easy laugh:

- Do you want it too?

“Just thinking about it,” I told him.

Finger penetrated under the panties, stroked clean shaven lips, parted them. Since I had been presenting at the bar for several hours how I would undress Marcus, he easily slipped inside, occasionally exiting, stroking the clitoris and returning back. Lips on my neck dug deeper, almost to the pain ... I got off the seat, turned to face the guy.I unbuckled his belt and also launched a curious hand, took his long excited cock and began to jerk off as slowly as he moved his hand in my crotch. From above, embracing tight free ...