Secret Weapon

She grinned. “I see.” She stepped out of her shoes and tugged off her pantyhose, then unfastened her blouse buttons, one by one.

He watched as her

blouse parted bit by bit, slowly revealing her black lace bra beneath. She dropped her blouse to the ground, leaving her standing there in only her bra and matching panties.

He kicked his leg over the bike and sat on the passenger seat, which rose above the driver’s seat, then lifted her onto the bike facing him. She leaned back and ran her hands over her breasts, then squeezed them together. Sloan’s gaze locked on them as they swelled forward, and he watched her hands as they stroked over her shoulders and then down her arms, as she caressed herself seductively. She hooked her thumbs under her bra straps, then glided up and down. She dropped one strap off her shoulder, then the other. He watched as she stroked down her stomach, her other hand cupping her breast and squeezing. When her hand reached her panties, she tucked a finger under the waistband, then lifted. Sloan’s cock twitched and he wrapped his hand around it. Gazing at his gigantic member, she tucked her hand inside the crotch of her panties and stroked.

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Sloan could just imagine what Janine felt inside the tiny little panties of hers. If her pussy was half as wet as his cock was hard, she must be ready to come right now. Her hand glided out of her panties and back up to her breasts, her fingers glistening in the sunlight.

She stroked over her breasts again and squeezed them together. They swelled forward enticingly. She toyed with her loose bra straps, then tugged downward, pulling the cups a little. She tugged the lace lower and his breath caught as her nipple appeared above the black fabric. She pulled the other cup down and her other nipple peeked out. He tightened his hold on his cock.

She reached around behind her and unfastened her bra, then held it against her breasts. She stroked her hands over the cups, then lowered the garment slowly, revealing more and more of her perfect breasts. Finally, she tossed it aside.

She wrapped her hands around her waist, her arms pushing her breasts upward, then stroked their undersides.

She leaned back against the instrument panel, caressing her breasts, then her shoulders, back to her breasts … her hands constantly moving, touching, squeezing.

“God, Janine, I’m so hard.”

She smiled. “I can see that. Do you like watching me touch myself?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then why aren’t you stroking your cock? I’d like to watch you stroke it.”

Of course she would. He had assumed otherwise, but he should have figured Janine out by now. He glided his hand up and down his cock, enjoying the hungry look in her topaz blue eyes. She stroked over her breasts, her hands moving in circles. Then she licked her finger and toyed with one nipple. The tight dusky bud glistened with moisture and he longed to suck it into his mouth.

“I want to see you touch your pussy again.”

She smiled and slid one hand down her flat stomach while the other hand continued to stroke her hard nipple. He watched her fingers glide under her panties, the lacy fabric moving. She drew her hand out again, then tucked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and drew them down the sides of her hips, lower and lower, but keeping her pussy covered. She coiled around and knelt on the bike, her back to him, and lowered the back of her panties, baring her luscious ass. She dragged the small lacy item down her thighs, wiggled them over her knees, and then along her calves and off. She crumpled the lacy fabric in her hand and stroked it over the curve of her behind, then around her hip. When she seductively turned back to face him, she held the scrap of lace over her pussy as her legs parted until she sat astride the seat again. She stroked the panties in circles between her legs, then glided upward. His gaze locked on her sweet little pussy, the furry star above, as she caressed her breasts with the black lace. Round and round. She dragged the fabric down her stomach again and over her intimate folds. Finally, she tossed the lace toward him. The panties hooked on his throbbing cock. He grabbed them and stroked them over his hard flesh.

“Mmm. Very nice.” She watched as he caressed his shaft up and down with her tiny panties. “You know, it’s so sunny out and I have so much flesh exposed. Do you have any suntan lotion?”

He reached into the black bag affixed to the bike, tugged out a spray bottle of sunscreen, and handed it to her.

“A pump. Nice.” She sprayed the lotion across her breasts and down her stomach. More and more until a thick white coat covered her. She stroked her hands over her breasts, around and around, spreading the lotion until her breasts shone in the sunlight like polished marble, then down her stomach, leaving a sheen. Finally, her fingers glided over her pussy and dipped inside.

Sloan’s cock ached with the need to drive inside her.

“Sweetheart, you’re driving me insane.”

She smiled. “Really?” Her hips shifted from side to side as she shimmied toward him on the leather seat.

She dragged her finger over the tip of his cock. The intense sensations rocketed through him. He wanted to grab her by the waist and lift her onto his raging cock right now.

She leaned forward and licked his cockhead and he groaned.

“You have such a big cock, Sloan. I really had no idea.”

“So if you’d known, would you have agreed to go out with me sooner?”

She grinned. “Well, you never know.”

She pressed her lips against him, then surrounded his cockhead with her hot, wet mouth.

“Oh, yeah.” His hand cupped her head.