The rest of the day blew by like a fall breeze. I kept daydreaming about her and that damned motorcycle! She was a fantasy incarnate. Something out of magazine of some kind. (The kind you and your happy sock became quite acquainted with!) A beautiful older woman that would seduce me into oblivion. She would show me and teach everything I needed to know. I have always had a thing for women who rode motorcycles but I never knew any... Could she be the one to take me to the other side?
I was going to find out. P.E. class consisted of us breaking into 4 teams to play volleyball. It was a welcomed change of pace compared to the savage obstacle courses Mr. Hodges had deployed. No one got bloodied or dislocated shoulders from playing co-ed volleyball. Ms. Taylor just walked around and wrote stuff down on a clipboard while we played. She seemed more relaxed in gym shorts and a t-shirt. I was trying not to stare at her but it was nearly impossible. All the guys stared uncontrollably.
After several games, she blew the whistle and everyone went to their respective locker rooms to shower and change. I went to the library as usual after gym class. My grades were near the top for seniors but I liked to study and prepare for projects ahead of time. After about 35 minutes of reading and taking notes the trek home began. The long walk home had actually become a lot more enjoyable. I walked with discerning ears, listening for anything that resembled a motorcycle. And then I heard her coming down the road. The engines RPM’s rose and fell as the gears were down-shifted. She yelled "hop on" as the bike finally came to a stop. "I have something I want to show you," she said. "It’s at my house and I promise it won’t take long." I lost all perception of reality in that instant! I held tightly to her waist as the engine was gunned.
We arrived at her place a moment later. She rode slowly to back of the property and into a two-car garage. The bike was turned off as she put down the kick stand. I got off the bike not knowing what to say or do. My jeans sported a large and unavoidable protrusion in the front.
"Oh! My! Have you ever been with a girl before?"
I stuttered: "I haven’t been with anyone."
She got off the motorcycle and then took my hand. "Do you want me to teach you?" My heart began pounding loudly like a drummer on speed! She then placed her hands on my face and told me to relax. And in an instant, her lips were suddenly touching mine. A warm tongue slowly worked its way to a meeting with mine. She pulled back and said: “You need to go with what you feel and don’t fight what is natural.”
My shaking slowly began to fade away and we kissed and kissed! My hands had found their confidence and slid down her waist and began squeezing her ass ever so firmly. “That’s it!" she said, whilst pulling away to unbutton her top. A perfume infused shirt and bra were draped upon the leather motorcycle seat. She then placed both of my hands on the twin mountains of warm flesh. Her nipples awakened rather surprisingly like two long-thought extinct volcanoes.
As I sucked on their peaks she moaned more and more! I was harder than ever. Ms. Taylor suddenly pulled away again. “You seem to be a natural!” she said, all the while squeezing and massage my swollen front. I whelped like a lost puppy. She just smiled. In an instant those pants of hers were lying on the garage floor along with some red lacy panties! Everything was removed except for the black dress pumps. She then got back on the motorcycle. She then instructed me to get on the back. I then took off all my clothes. Nothing but my white gym socks remained.