Victoria No# 4

Victoria  No# 4

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Vickie and Greg Have a little fun on the motorcycle before leaving the comforts of the apartment to meet up with William...

Summary

Vickie and Greg Have a little fun on the motorcycle before leaving the comforts of the apartment to meet up with William...

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Submitted: April 09, 2013

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VictoriaNo#4

“No, I have never been on a motorcycle,” Vickie said slowly. “We have to meet William an ex agent at a barn about two hour’s drive away at noon tomorrow.  I don’t want to risk driving in the daylight and I don’t want to risk being seen anytime tomorrow morning so I want to be there before sunrise,” Greg told her.  Vickie slowly nodded her head. “I need to go to the bottom floor to work on my bike a little before we head out.  I am not comfortable letting you out of my sight,” Greg told Vickie as he once again pulled her into his embrace and laid his head on top of hers. She eagerly fell into his warm arms enjoying the safeness and security she felt there. Vickie giggled a little as her stomach gave her away and rumbled. Greg pulled her back looked at her porcelain like face, “I am starving you lil’ one?” She smiled and replied, “That is why I am rummaging through your kitchen.” Greg left her standing there and came back with a granola bar that looked as though it had been through hell.  “I know, I know but it is still good I promise and it will hold you over till we can get someplace safe to actually eat a meal,” he told her.  She smiled and ripped the package open.

“I am not sure what to do about shoes for you Vickie, mine would fall of you even with the bandages on your feet,” Greg was chattering at her as he worked on a large black motorcycle with the name Harley Davison printed down the side of it. Vickie new the name she had seen the adds some of the men that came to the club wore shirts that said it with picture of the bikes, but she did not realize how very large the actual machine was it was scary to think he wanted her to ride on that all the way to meet his friend.  “Victoria, Vickie, hello, hey little one are you ok,” she heard Greg asking her.  She once again nodded her head. He stopped what he was doing and walked over to her lifted her up and nuzzled his lips against her neck. He had forgotten she had no underpants and felt the wet heat of her pussy press to his bare lower stomach. “Mmmm, damn girl you feel so good against me,” he whispered in her ear.  “Are you afraid of the bike,” he asked her in a low growling voice that made Vickie almost forget she was supposed to answer.  She buried her face against his neck; she was embraced and could feel her checks burning. “I have the perfect solution to help you get over that fear,” he said with a wicked grin. Greg carried her over to the bike sat her backward straddle the seat and the he got on in front of her pulling her snug against him her legs over lapping his own. She could feel he was hard even through the jeans he wore. He kissed her deeply and started the bike.  She jumped and moved closer to him.  He gently moved her back so her bare ass was setting on the bike. He then pulled the dress off over her head tossing it away he moved his mouth down to suck on her hard nipples. Vickie was shocked to feel the vibration of the motorcycle running through her body it felt good.  Greg moved back and lowered his head placing his tongue against her clit within minutes she had waves of orgasms running through her body; she moaned her breathing was hard as one after another orgasm shock her small frame. He sat back up and pulled his throbbing cock from his pants and pulled her soaking wet pussy onto his shaft. He moaned as the sweet, wet, silkiness surrounded him. The vibrations of the bike pulsating through her into him, Greg new he would not take long but he didn’t care he would enjoy the moments till then. Vickie shifted moving her bottom in closer to him sliding his shafted deeper into her. She looked into his eyes as she once again orgasmed. That was Greg’s undoing she looked at him with passion, lust, and such trust, he scooped her up molding her body to his as a final orgasm ran through her proving to be his end of control he thrust hard into her and filled her small pussy once again with his cum. They sat together panting as he shut the bike off. She smiled against his chest, “I like your bike, Greg,” she said and laughed. “I thought that you would,” he answered. He lifted her off of him and she made a face at him as his load ran down her leg.  She picked up the dress and walked swinging her hips to the lift, pressed the button and stepped on, he followed her, hell he would follow her into the pits of hell.

“Ok lil’ one grab what you want from here you will never see this place again,” Greg told Vickie as they prepared to leave in the middle of the night. She looked around at the place with a little sadness to be leaving his home it made her feel safe it was basically a fortress with only two ways in or out. She grinned up at him and said, “I have nothing.” He wrapped her in his arms I know love, I know, we will fix that as soon as we get out of Chicago.  They walked to the lifted in silence. Once on ground level Greg told her they would push the bike out the back door where there is no light and not start it till they was a good block away.  Vickie walked pretty well with the bandages and a pair of Greg’s thick socks on her feet. Once they were a good block away in the dark and shadows of a damp alley Greg started the bike and Vickie struggled on behind him. He loved the way she felt molded to him, her small arms wrapped so tight to him.  He knew this was going to be a cold ride it was barely spring late April and the nights where still very cold. Greg was careful to obey all the traffic laws the last thing they needed was to be pulled over by a black and white. He took every side road and back road he could think of staying off the city camera’s not wanting to be seen at all. They rode a good hour and half it was close to 4 am when he stopped at a gas station. He helped Vickie off the bike and walked with her hand in hand, whispering the whole time, “try not to limp, leave your helmet on and don’t talk to the cashier.”  Greg frowned when he heard the buzzier at the door go off, if they had that chances was they also had cameras.  Greg pulled his hoodie up over his head and walked to the back picking up sandwich meat, cheese and a bag of chips with two bottle of soda. Once in the front of the store he also grabbed a black hoodie in the smallest size off the rack and paid for everything with cash. “Sure is a cold night to be going for a ride,” the cashier said.  “Yes it is,” Greg replied offering no other explanation to the man.  Greg tore the tag off the hoodie and pulled it over Vickie’s head she smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss her. They returned to the bike. He knew the cashier was watching them he could feel his eyes on him.  “The barn is only about 20 more minutes up the road,” he told her. “I have blankets; once we get there we will eat and then nap till close to noon.”  She simply smiles and waited for him to put the purchase in the side compartment on the bike.  They were back on the road in a matter of minutes. 


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