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Biker Chick

There are details in this story that date it, so I’ll note here up front that these events took place quite a few years ago. As unlikely as they are, all details are 100% true.

At the time, I owned a rental property and was turning over between tenants, spending a weekend doing a lot of the scut work required – cleaning the carpets, touching up paint, updating a couple of fixtures, etc. It was sweaty, dirty work with no AC, taking all of Saturday and well into Sunday afternoon. I started out in gym shorts and T, but the T didn’t last. And by the time I was ready to head home, I was grimy enough that I didn’t really want to put the T back on. Instead, I used it as an improvised seat cover to protect the driver’s seat from my body grime and headed out.

My car was an early Honda Civic. Pretty small for me – I’m tall and my head brushed the roof – but it had a lot of glass which I like in a car; small windows make me feel a little claustrophobic and limit my view of the road. For safety’s sake, I like as open a view of my surroundings as I can get. On this day I was very glad that the AC worked well.

Traffic was moderate, not too congested, not getting you there fast, but not getting hung up either. Something caught my eye in the review mirror.

In my area, it was not uncommon for motorcycle clubs to have group rides on the weekends. You could encounter them on the lesser routes in the countryside as well as on the main highways. Some were just a few buddies having a good time, others were large, disciplined groups riding two-abreast, filling a highway lane for a semi-truck length or more. Those larger groups usually had distinctive, uniform jackets identifying their club, and yes, once in a while you could recognize the name of a well-known “gang”.

The group coming up in my rearview seemed to be somewhere in between. There were both solo riders and some that were doubled up. Though not noticing detail through the rearview, they did not appear to be holding to a discipline and did not seem to be uniformly leathered up … they just looked like a casual weekender club. Nothing special, but nonetheless something to be careful about in traffic.

Casual or not, when driving alongside such a group, it is important to patiently hold your pace and keep to the middle of your lane and just let the group do what it wants to do … give them room, and not make any moves. Safety first. So, I was doing that. The group came on very gradually, apparently not that eager to make time, but that meant that there came a period when I was essentially pacing them as they eased by, mostly in the lane on the passenger side of my car.

Well … at the tail end of the group, there was a male/female couple with a double-take beautiful woman on the “bitch seat”, leaning into her man. Now I have to say as an aside that this was before helmet laws … none of these riders had the kind of full helmets we see today, and those that had anything mostly had the skull-cap types that provide some protection but did not cover the face or ears. This couple were both caution to the wind with full hair in the breeze.

The woman seriously challenged my ability to keep my eyes on the road. She wore eye protection, but that did not hide the fact that she had a flawless face – slightly angular features, perfect skin. Though it didn’t fall into my initial awareness, it was the kind of perfect face that you just automatically know had to have perfect lips, too. She had long, straight black hair that was tousled but somehow not totally mangled by the drafting air … it was more that slow-motion movie type of blown hair that moves, but somehow does not get far out of place. Though hard to tell for sure, she appeared to be tall and slender, clearly with long legs. Those long legs were wrapped in skin-tight blue jeans contrasting with a white jacket – I want to say white leather (more than 50-50 sure). And to set it all off, white knee boots with their heels hitched over the stirrups and a couple inches of fringe dancing in the wind.

I paced them for a bit … soaking up that beautiful sight. Against better judgement, despite the surrounding traffic I worked my gym shorts down, and began stroking, keeping that striking woman just ahead and off to the right, so that I could glance over or see her peripherally either through the side of the windshield or through the passenger window. Truly, I did not intend anything more than a passing moment of inspiration – dream fuel – before they sped away in traffic, but then …

… she looked my way and caught me!

It was an electric moment – the shock of unexpectedly locking eyes with this woman bounced off my brain and shot straight into my naked groin.

It was one of those moments when you know you have been caught dead to rights. Her immediate look was one of shock, maybe the same kind of shock as I had felt at the same moment. I did a little mental inventory of the geometry … could she really “see” what I was doing? Or was it just the surprise you get noticing someone unexpectedly watching you? Or was it the surprise of seeing a shirtless man? Did she actually see me jacking my cock? Or maybe my upper arm moving suspiciously? Surely, she couldn’t see that I was naked past my knees … right?

But very quickly her initially shocked look softened into a sexy “naughty boy” kind of smile, a smile made with perfect red lips … yes, I could see them now. She turned her head more my way, not in a “double take”, but deliberately, making sure she was seeing what she was seeing … and unashamedly making sure that *I* was seeing that she was seeing what she was seeing. Her look betrayed a touch of curiosity, telegraphing interest, rather than averting her gaze. It was that kind of look you might expect from a “sexy librarian” looking at a naughty boy over the top of her glasses. So, my initial reflex of, “Oh no …” in just seconds settled a little into a nervous “Ok … ok … maybe this is going to be ok … ok …”

But then she leaned forward into her man and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned his head just a bit to give her his ear and she leaned in, shouting something to him. “Uh oh …” Then she actually extended her arm pointing over to my car! (Insert flashback to Invasion of the Body Snatchers.) My first thought was, “Lady … lady … don’t do that … I’m sitting here naked in traffic … don’t call attention!” But then that was quickly drowned out by, “Oh no … am I heading for an ass-kicking?”

I then just about shat myself when the guy eased back a bit in traffic and gently glided over closer to the passenger side of my car. “… no … no … no …” Both of them looked in through the passenger window – him just glancing, her taking her time … me just minding my own business, holding my speed and holding my position … and holding my fully-erect cock.

Moments later they eased away again, so I thought, “Ok … whew … that’s that.” But it wasn’t. To my horror, they maneuvered around from one bike to another among their group, with the lady shouting and pointing in my direction. “Lady … stop pointing …” My mind raced watching this … was I about to get into “situation” with the whole group? They did not appear to be a gang, but still … I didn’t want a “situation”. I consciously began letting my car drift back from them, letting some distance open up. Maybe we’ll just let this situation diffuse …

To my awkward relief, though she was clearly telling the others about a naked man jerking off to her in traffic, none of the others in the group even glanced my direction. So, after they had worked their way around the group with all the others seeming nonplussed, I thought again, “Ok, that’s that.” But it wasn’t.

They drifted back again. This time they drifted back farther than my car, cut across my lane behind me, and eased forward in the driver-side lane. They came up right next to the driver’s door, with her looking in at me again, this time at close range. She gestured to me to roll down the driver’s window, with obvious cranking motions. I was a bit overwhelmed at that point and was not so sure I wanted to hear whatever might be said, so I just kept as blank and expression as I was capable of at the time, as if I didn’t understand. I figured I was better off being unsure of what she was trying to say than being sure I was going to get my ass kicked. But then she unmistakably gave the universal sign language gesture for jerking off, balling her right hand into a fist, and pumping it up and down in her crotch … she wanted to watch me jerk off!

Holy shit …

Though I was trying to feign ignorance, there was no misunderstanding THAT! I must have looked a bit stunned because she nodded her head and gave the universal jack off sign again. Never being one to refuse a lady, I nodded back nervously and obliged. With her man pacing me and her looking expectantly through my driver window, I rechecked the firmness of my grip on the wheel and locked my eyes on the road dead ahead. Safety first. I didn’t need to be looking out my driver-side window to be TOTALLY aware of her thundering along watching every tug from about three feet away.

With my fear having dissipated, my arousal came roaring back with a vengeance, and I took to jerking off in earnest. I pumped quickly and vigorously, not only because my nuts were boiling over, but because I was anxious to consummate this rolling tryst and extricate myself from the situation. I struggled to keep my eyes on the road and her in just my peripheral vision, instead of the other way around. Much to the delight of my spectator, the tension I had been experiencing became very focused right where she wished (in the aforementioned nuts, if you’ve not been paying attention), and very soon I was shooting wads of cum onto my steering wheel and windshield … just as she wished.

Being in that sign language kind of situation, she cheered in exaggerated fashion, pumping both fists up and down in the air, and blew me a kiss (which of course, landed somewhere back on the road) and in another moment they were shrinking off into the distance, catching up with their friends, each of them pumping a fist sideward in the air in the universal jack off sign as they sped away. I took it positively …

Stunned by it all, I worked my way off the highway at the next exit to recover and put myself together. I parked and sat for a while in disbelief, pulling my shorts up while letting my psyche cool down … I could not believe what had just happened. But I knew that those few sizzling moments were branded into my brain and would stay with me the rest of my life … and they have.

Thank you, Biker Chick.