Harley proves just how hot he is, date #2
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I made sure I was the one who was early. I Managed to grab one of the few tables, a few minutes before 2pm, they set up outside. It was a glorious sunny day, for once not a cloud to put a blemish on the azure blue sky. I was still going over Harley’s final words to me when I called him to set up this date. He’d said “Don’t forget to bring an overnight bag, I’ve sorted us a couple of rooms down near Big Sur.” He’d definitely said “a couple of rooms”, hadn’t he? I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed at his discretion or his gentlemanish-ness, if such a word exists! Either way, the butterflies started immediately I saw him approaching. “I see you’ve brought a bag, excellent”. He kissed me on both cheeks and then directly on the lips. I shivered. “Are you cold?” “No, it’s fine, I’m good”, I fidgeted with the menu to hide my emotions. Yep, I still thought he was hot, I stopped my lascivious mind from imagining anything else, this was a public place for heaven’s sake!
We ordered a couple of their Classic Hot Chocolates and chatted about our weeks while we drank them. It’s not something you can do quickly, they’re sooo rich! Harley’s week sounded much more exciting than mine, he’d been up to Seattle to “chat” with some tech guys about a potential investment while all I had to offer was a couple of days temping for one of the agencies I’d registered with. I’d been looking forward to seeing Harley again, I was intrigued to find out more about him, and I admit it, I wondered what he looked like, minus his clothes. Was that bad of me?
After our drinks we went for a walk up and down the wharf, arm in arm, my bag slung casually over his broad shoulder, my head sometimes resting against the other shoulder. I was very happy, happy there and then and excited about what the future might hold. As if he was in-sync with my thoughts Harley turned to me, “Let’s hit the beach. Get out of the city, breathe some fresh air”. I was up for that, and a whole lot more! I don’t know what I was expecting transport wise but I suppose I should have guessed, With a name like his it just had to be, and sure enough it was, a gleaming black Harley Davison. Harley opened one of the paniers and removed a pair of matching crash helmets, my bag replaced them.
I hadn’t been on a motorbike for years, one of my early college boyfriends had a Norton and used to whizz me around the countryside on the back of it. This however was a different league, the bike was so much more substantial, the seats were so much more comfortable, and it just seemed more laid back, the support behind me would allow me to relax. I wouldn’t need to hang on for dear life, unless I chose to, of course. But hey, let’s play it cool for a while. The electric starter whirred and the low rumble of the 1200cc engine burbled into life. As I settled into my seat I could feel it sending a gentle vibration up the frame and through the seat, into my body. I liked that. Harley “mounted” (is that the correct word?) the bike, even with the luxury seating his arse was still between my thighs, his broad straight back seemed to block a lot of my forward view. I didn’t care, I put my arms around him and he gunned the throttle. The bike surged away from the kerb, the power was impressive, the change in level of vibrations running through me equally impressive.
The intercom in the helmets allowed Harley to give me a running commentary as we headed out of the city and towards route 1. He said that a walk on the beach, the sea was way too cold to swim in, followed by a bbq where we could watch the sunset might be nice. I said that that sounded great, he could have said a stroll in a mall followed by a McDonald’s and I would probably have been just as happy, as long as I got to hug him and feel those arms wrapped around me. The bike seemed to eat up the road. Soon we passed through Half Moon Bay and were heading on towards Monterey, Harley said that Carmel was going to be the first stop, apparently it was ok now as Clint was no longer mayor, more relaxed.
Harley parked up at Carmel Beach and hopped off the bike. He offered me a hand and I managed to peel myself off the warm leather seats with as much decorum as I could muster. Stowing the helmets and locking the bike involved a bit of fiddling around but soon we were walking on the clean white sand. I kicked off my shoes and ran towards the foaming surf. But only as far as the very edge, “It’s freezing!” “I did warn you”, Harley laughed at my discomfort. I kicked water at him, failing miserably and causing him to laugh even more. He had a wonderful, free, and full, laugh, it matched the sound his bike made, well almost!
As we walked on the beach Harley told me a bit about his childhood, how his parents used to bring the kids here for picnics on a regular basis, it seems the family home wasn’t that far away, but I could relax, Harley had said there were no plans to drop in on any family! “I’ve got another place in mind,” Harley had said. The sun was dipping closer to the horizon, still plenty of time before sunset but Harley still suggested that we move on. Back on the bike we left Carmel and headed south. The road sweeping through Pfeiffer State Park and on south, the stunning ocean view to my right seemed to go on and on. Eventually Harley signaled to turn left at a small place called Plaskett. The road winded up into the hills and after a few minutes Harley pulled off the road in front of a long, low building, almost hidden by a stand of pine trees. “We’re here!”, he announced.
“Wow!” I said as he threw open the front soor to reveal a massive open living space. “It’s amazing, and my god, that view!” I gazed out through the massive picture windows. As far as I could see they ran the full width of the house, showcasing the Pacific Ocean in all its glory. “I bet the sunsets are amazing”, I gushed.
“Stunning”, Harley was on my left, he beckoned me t o follow him. “The bedrooms, all ensuite of course, are down here,” he pointed to the stairs. I followed him and we descended to the lower level of the property. “The house is built into the natural slope so you can see the sunset from every room, clever huh?” He grinned and opened the first door, “This is your room, mine’s just down the hall, the next door you come to”. He laid my bag on the bed and picking up a remote control hit a button which made the drapes open to reveal the sun nestling close to the horizon. “I better get the bbq going. Get yourself settled and then come and join me.” He opened a drawer in the dressing table and tossed a package onto the bed. “I hope I got your size right, there’s a heated infinity pool out there you might like to enjoy before dinner.”
Separate room huh? My mind whirled, ok how do we get past that piece of chivalry? He gave me a quick kiss and disappeared, leaving me to open the package. It contained a pair of black swimsuits, a one piece and a bikini. Both fitted, perfectly. Hmm, do I choose the reserved option which might provide a tad more warmth, given that the sun was setting, or should I just bare all, well almost all. Decisions, decisions. Having made my decision I checked myself out in the wall to ceiling mirrored doors of the built in wardrobes. That will do nicely. I grabbed one of the fluffy white robes hanging by the freestanding bath and, sliding the floor to ceiling glass doors open, I walked out onto a massive area of decking. Away to the right Harley was already bent over the bbg, a beer at his right hand, I could see the muscles rippling across his bare back and felt those flutters again. He was wearing Hawaiian print board shorts and flip-flops, his body was very tanned and I was pleased to see, not too hairy, just a patch at the base of his spine where it disappeared into his board shorts.
He heard my approach and turned to greet me, my he had a good body, I like a man with a six pack and Harley didn’t disappoint. Sure, he had a hairy chest, but I was pretty sure I could cope with that. “OK, the food is cooking, I reckon we’ve got a few minutes before it’s ready. Fancy that swim?” I nodded and slipped the robe from my shoulders, draping over a nearby chair. “Ah”, he said, his gaze taking in the curves of my body, “I approve of your choice, and I’m glad it fits you so well.”
Excellent, my plan was working, I smiled to myself. “You’ve clearly got a good eye for figures”, I walked right up to him and let my fingers run through his chest hair and up to his shoulders. I moved even closer to him, my hips rubbing against him, I tipped my head up and kissed him firmly. I felt his hands on my back, then my ass. He pulled me tight, his kiss deepened and his breathing changed. Perfect! This was going even better than I could have hoped. I wondered if there two robes in his bedroom as well, I bet that there were.
“Are we’re going to have that swim?”, he pointed towards the edge of the decking. I nodded in agreement, taking things slow always worked for me, well most of the time! At first I couldn’t see anything but as we walked, hand in hand, towards the edge the steps down to the pool came in view. Then he let go my hand and ran the last few steps to edge of the pool and dived in, perfectly, just the hint of a splash. Was this man good at everything I wondered, I certainly hoped so. I sat on the pool edge and then let myself drop slowly into the water, it was wonderfully warm. Harley submerged himself and swam towards me. His head bumped gently into my midriff and he kissed his way up my body, his head emerging, his curly locks plastered across his face until his lips found mine. More passionate kisses. I let my legs wrap themselves around his hips, squeezing him tightly and forcing his groin against mine. I could feel that he was getting hard.
“My turn to say slow down”, I teased him, “we don’t want to ruin that food, do we?”
“We’ve got a few minutes yet”. His voice was like a fine brandy, rich, smooth with a warming edge to it. We kissed some more, and then he lifted me out of the water and sat me on the edge of the pool. He pulled me to him and let my legs dangle over his shoulders. His face was so close to my pussy, he looked up at me and gently pulled the gusset of my bikini bottoms to one side, his head dipped and then he kissed me there. I felt a surge of electricity run through me and my body jerked as his tongue found my clit. God, he was good at that as well! His tongue was wonderful, soon felt a climax building. As it hit I clamped my legs around his head holding him there as the tremors ran through my pelvis.
“On my god, that was fantastic. Nobody’s ever made me come that quickly before”, I gasped.
“Well”, he considered the moment, “faster isn’t always better, but when there’s some prime steak that smells just about ready, needs must”. He released himself from the grip of my legs and pulled himself out of the pool and standing upright in a single supple movement. He proferred a hand and pulled me to my feet. His arm around my waist, he guided me across the deck to the chair where my robe lay. He pulled it around me, kissed me gently and turned his attention to the bbq.
I was no longer sure of who was in control here. I’d definitely led him on but, boy, how fast he’d responded. Anyway, the more I thought about it, the more I realised that I didn’t care, this was fun, he was sexy, hot, and I was relaxed and excited at the same time, if that makes any sense! I wrapped myself in my robe and draped an arm over his shoulders as he tended the bbq. He turned his head and gave me a long lingering kiss. Finally, he broke the kiss. “Take a seat, I’ll bring the food over. Maybe you could pour us some wine.”
“Would you like some music?” He picked up a small electronic device. “What would you like to hear?” I told him I fancied some late years Steely Dan, my parents played it all the time. He spoke into the device, “Alexa, play Aja by Steely Dan, outside”. Suddenly the sound of Black Cow filled the air. I placed my elbows on the table and leant my head in my hands, perfect. I remembered I was supposed to sort the wine!
The steak was delicious, cooked medium rare, to perfection. Harley served it with a strong, peppery salad and the wine, an Argentinian Malbec, complimented it beautifully. “Look”, said Harley suddenly, pointing to the horizon. The sun was slowly melting into the ocean, the sky began to glow, pale gold, then orange before flaring into the most wonderful display. He reached a hand across the table and took mine. “This is the most wonderful time.” I nodded, The guitar intro into Josie, the last track on the album began. Harley started to speak.
“This place is my home from home. When I sold the business to Google I ploughed a chunk of the money into building somewhere that I would want to live in for the rest of my life. It’s close enough to my childhood home for me to keep all those memories close, yet far enough away for it to be my place not my parents’.”
“It’s beautiful,” I said squeezing his hand. “Thank you for inviting me.”
The sun had sunk below the horizon, the flare of colour had diminished and the heat ebbed from the air. Harley stood up and taking my hand led me towards the warmth of the house. “Don’t worry about the mess”, he guestured to the table and the bbq, “I’ll sort that in the morning. Let’s take a shower and get into some warm clothes.” I padded along beside him, this time we went into his bedroom. It was huge, much larger than the one I’d left my bag in. One corner looked like a large wet room, a complicated looking shower system set against jet black tiles that seemed to glint in the bedroom’s strong lighting. Harley walked over to the shower area and pressed some buttons, the shower sprang into life and the lights dimmed.
He turned towards me and undid the knot that held his board shorts up, he shrugged them off his hips and stepped out of them. He raised a hand to me. “Join me”. Fully naked he was a glorious sight, the hair on his chest narrowing to a narrow strip reaching down to his pubes. They were closely cropped, he’d definitely done that deliberately, I approved. His cock was hanging, not totally limply, his balls looked larger than average, well average that I’d seen before! I dropped the robe from my shoulders and walked across the room to where he was standing. I reached behind my back and unclipped my bra, letting it fall away and exposing my breasts. My chest was beginning to heave, pushing my hard nipples upwards. I ran my hands down my body, hooking my fingers into the narrow strip of my bikini bottoms and pushed them down, over my hips and down to the floor.
His eyes had never left mine, he smiled and led me into the shower. He helped me set the temperature to my liking and selecting a bottle he poured a handful of strongly scented bath oil and began to spread it across my shoulders and down my back. I leant against the wall of the shower to make it easier for him. I felt his hands slide down to my ass, he massaged the cheeks and let his hands slip between my thighs, brushing against my pussy lips. I reacted by pushing my bottom towards him. He spun me round and getting a refill he covered my breasts with his hands, gently kneading them and making the nipples even harder. It felt like an age before his fingers brushed against my sex. He kissed me, forcing me back against the wall and his fingers twirled around my clit, sending shivers of pleasure up and down my body. I felt the pressure building in my pussy and as he slipped two fingers inside me my climax hit me. I locked my hands behind his head, to stop me from sliding down the wall, and let it burn through me.
He held me tight, letting my breathing slow down and my heart rate return close to normal. He pulled me under the main jets of the shower and the pummeling it gave my shoulders felt wonderful, Harley grabbed hold of another bottle and squeezed a load of shower gel over us both. We ran our hands over each other’s bodies working up a fantastic amount of lather. We were slipping and sliding against each other, I kept getting brief touches of his cock, which was growing impressively. A final burst of cooler, refreshing water and my hands grabbed hold of that impressive cock and I pulled Harley out of the shower. He grabbed a couple of towels and began to dry my body. When he had got most of the water off me I pushed him away and began to do the same tpo him. Except that I started with his cock.
I knew that my pussy was already wet and I knew that I wanted his cock inside me. I grabbed his arm and frog-marched him over to the massive circular bed, I pushed him down onto it and sank to my knees in front of him. His cock was twitching in front of me. I opened my mouth wide and took it gently inside, it filled my mouth and I could only get about half its length in before I started to gag. He lay back with his hands behind his head and let me take control, finally! I’m more than happy for a man to come in my mouth but for this first time I wanted to feel his cock exploding in my pussy so I slowed my licking and sucking and crawled on top of him. I made him shift onto the bed a bit further and then I knelt astride him, the tip of his cock touching my bottom.
I reached behind me, grasping his shaft, and positioned it so the tip was against the entrance to my pussy. I rubbed it back and forth building up both his and my excitement. “Teaser!”, he tried to push himself inside me but I stopped him. “Patience”, I murmured, “good thing comes to those that wait.” He relaxed and as he did, I pushed my hips forward encouraging his cock to fill me. It certainly did, I could feel my pussy being stretched as it slid further and further inside me. I gasped as I felt it throb. “Not so fast, big guy!” I clamped my pussy muscles onto his cock, making it impossible to move. He took a few deep breaths and relaxed.
Once I’d got his excitement level under control, I began to slide my hips up and down his body. The length of his cock allowed me to set a really long, really slow rhythm. I could tell from his moans that he approved. It felt amazing to me too. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep this up for much longer, the sensation of his wonderful cock rubbing against my pussy walls was giving me lots of tiny thrills. I could feel the pressure building inside me, his cock was definitely getting even thicker, harder and his moans and groans were getting louder. I increased the pace, my hips moving faster and faster. I used both of my hands on his chest to support myself as my climax approached. “I’m going to come”, I couldn’t keep it at bay any longer. Harley’s hands grasped the cheeks of my ass and he thrust his hips up to meet me, the urgency in his voice was clear, he was close too. Then he gave an extra loud gasp and I felt his cock release his cum deep inside me, the sensation made me come with him, I shuddered and moaned as the spasms surged through my body. I collapsed on his chest, breathing deeply. His thrusts continued and I knew our juices were overflowing my pussy. Eventually his cock began to go soft and the movement of his hips slowed to a stop. I rolled off him and lay on my back, I could feel a trail of our juices running down the inside of my thighs. I reached a hand down and used my finger to gather some. I raised my hand to my lips and sucked my fingers. We tasted great.
We turned towards each other, I kissed his face and he ran his hands up and down my back. He stroked my ass gently. “Perfection”, he mouthed. “That was the best first time ever!” I didn’t have to think very hard, he was right, I just had to agree.