I pull up outisde your door and kill the engine - yup, the neighbours will have heard as the Ducati does make a bit of a throaty growl...

taking my helmet off I quickly run a comb through my hair and with a slight feeling of trepidation, I ring the doorbell. Wow, you open the door in a long white dress - silky, close-fitting but not tight - accentuating your gorgeous curves...

and making it quite clear that there is nothing else that you're wearing underneath.

I step into your hall as you take a step back and the light from the upstairs hall window shines right through your dress, outlining your breasts - I had to get these leathers off that was for sure! "Where would you like me to put my helmet?" I ask - "I can think of several places" you answer, demurely, but...just leave your crash helmet on the table there...and take your leathers off....

that's the thing about riding a bike - it's great fun, but there's a lot of gear...

you've turned your back and walk into a spacious living room as I remove my leathers - I don't wear trousers underneath, so its down to kacks and T-shirt already.... You've walked into the middle of your living room - a light, clean, spacious room. You walk up to the back of a cream leather sofa, your back to me, you're looking into a big mirror opposite and can see me as I walk in behind you..."Like what you see?" you ask? I don't answer in words - I walk silently up behind you and rest my hands on your shoulders. I move your long dark hair away from the nape of your neck and kiss it gently, my fingers circling lightly over the tops of your shoulers. My tongue dances on your skin as my fingers trace patterns over your shoulders, down the tops of your arms and across your collarbone. I slide the light arms of your dress over your shoulders and it drops to the ground, you gently kick it to one side - god, your gorgeous - my hands trace your soft, peachy skin down your back to your narrow waste and then round your wonderful backside, pressing with each hand on each buttock, I pull myself against your back and then run my hands up your sides and under your arms....then forwards to cup your breasts in my eager hands. What a magical feeling - beautiful breasts, large, soft, willing, resting in my palms, your nipples waking up to my fingers as they rub you gently rolling the nipple around - your back involuntarily arches slightly and presses your arse against me. My tongue traces the sinews of your neck as my hands caress your breasts and run down your stomach to the soft, flat stretch of sensuous skin across your pubic bone.....

My hands trace upwards again and then around to your shoulders - I press down gently and you bend over slowly, sliding your hands down the cool leather, resting them on the seat - I bend down and caress your buttocks, pressing your thighs with my thumbs, gently easing your legs appart - the musk of your softness juices is all too plain - your lips are parted and wet - very wet, I run my tongue up the outside of your lips and then press inside you, toying all around, up and down - I find your personal place and lap from side to side and then gently suck it - you press your arse out more and your lips open up further, threatening to suck my face inside you. I stand up and hold your backside in my hands, my kacks are now on the floor and I guide my hardened pole right inside you.

You gasp slightly as I fill you and pull you onto me, increasing the pressure with every stroke - your hips move up and down and your moistness envelops me - your breathing becomes more ragged and your whole body starts to quiver in anticipation and then release as you come for the first time - a ripple of fire runs down from your shoulders through your stomach to your softness and your fire is ignited.....