Monika and the Old Man

I met Monika at a charity motorcycle rally. The bikes were parked at the supermarket car park's start point, and everyone was chatting and admiring each other's machines. When I returned to mine, another rider had parked beside me on a stunning Ducati Monster 600 -- a classic. It sported the original bright red tank, gold frame and silver forks and swing arm, but the wheels were gold instead of silver. It looked like a pre-2000 model yet had a much younger registration.

Monika was its owner, a petite, slim woman with shining blue eyes, lustrous dark brown hair, thin but pretty lips, a rather shapely rear end and the modest bulge under her riding jacket, suggesting around 32 or 34B's up front. As it turned out, she was also a confident, forthright and very intelligent woman and a very competent motorcyclist.

She was admiring my bike and exclaimed when I mentioned it was 33 years old. "That's my age!" she said, in her lovely East European accent, her personality sparkling. "And my bike's age!" She explained she'd bought it in Latvia, her home country, imported it here after immigrating and then had it re-registered locally. This explained why I was a bit surprised by its age from the registration. She asked to sit on my bike, and I agreed, warning her it was taller and heavier than hers. She struggled a bit, but I helped her balance. Up close, she smelled of peaches, probably from her shampoo. She climbed off, stumbled a bit when swinging her leg back over, and I gently caught and held her. She looked up at me and thanked me. She was really quite attractive, and I wanted to cuddle her.

We chatted happily about our bikes. She asked if I'd owned mine from new. I told her I hadn't; it was my 15th bike since I started riding when I was a teenager over 40 years ago. She said she'd never met anyone with so much riding experience and then asked if I'd tell her my age. Teasingly, she said I knew hers, so it was only fair! I told her I was 64. She gasped, covered her mouth and said she'd guessed I was at least 10 years younger! I did a silly little bow and said: "Thank you, my good lady, you've made this old man very happy today! And may I compliment you on your beauty? I'm very pleased to meet you." She giggled and asked if I wanted to ride with her in the pack when we set off. She had hoped to meet a couple of her friends from the female motorcycle group she was in, but she hadn't found them. Well, I was happy to oblige.

I rode behind her on the charity run, thoroughly enjoying her riding style and the loveliness of her bum as she was bent forward onto her low handlebars. I couldn't help but have some rather erotic thoughts about her slim legs spread wide across the throbbing V-twin engine of her Monster! I wondered if she got a thrill in her clitty from its beat. Looking at her bum in front (the road too!), with the little buzz I get in my balls sometimes if I sit forward on the seat of my bike and rest my crotch against the patrol tank, I was getting a semi-erection.

As it turned out, we lived near each other, and we decided to ride home together after the rally broke up. We stopped for coffee near home and chatted some more. I asked her about Latvia and why she'd moved here, how long she'd been riding bikes and all the usual questions newly met friends ask. She asked me the same things. We agreed to ride out together sometimes and exchanged phone numbers. I said I knew a couple of her ladies' motorbike group to see on the road and chat with at stops. As I climbed onto my bike, she came over, put her hand on my arm and said she was looking forward to riding with me. After that, we went for a few rides together. We became quite flirty quite quickly, enjoying some cuddling, kissing and a few squeezes together at stops along the way. Then on one ride, things picked up.

She was fairly familiar with the local geography and roads, but usually I managed to show her some interesting alternatives. One Saturday afternoon, we decided on a scenic route of about 60 miles with some lovely stops. She took the lead, and I was treated to another view of her lovely petite bum as she leaned forward on her handlebars. We rode along the coastal road for a while and stopped at a viewpoint for 10 minutes. I asked her if she knew the area, and she said she knew the main routes. I suggested an adventure and her face lit up with excitement. Her eyes twinkled, and she agreed. We locked eyes for a few more seconds before I noticed her licking her lips quickly. I then said, "Let's go!" Then, suddenly, I realised we both had Bluetooth headsets in our helmets, so we got them connected so we could communicate on the road.

I put Monika in the lead and told her I would give her directions, and we set off along some narrow, twisty roads off the main route. We zigzagged across the countryside, blasting down lonely straights and enjoying bends she'd never encountered before. And I couldn't help but admire her lovely bum legs spread across that throbbing engine. Eventually, we returned to the coast. I told her to turn right and, after a couple of miles, left into a small picnic area to stop for a while.

We sat on a bench just above the shore, facing out to sea, partially screened from the main area by some young trees. Both of us opened our riding jackets, and I threw my arms out across the back of the bench. My right arm rested behind her neck but didn't touch her. I looked across at her, and she smiled up at me. She leaned into my shoulder and placed her left hand on my chest. Instinctively, I lowered my left arm and folded it around her shoulders. She said, "This is lovely", and I agreed; it truly was. Then she reached up and kissed my cheek -- not just a peck but a full-lipped kiss. She said she hoped I didn't mind because she really liked me. I assured her I didn't mind and that I really liked her too.

Then Monika's hand began to roam across my chest, down towards my belt line and up again. I ran my hand up under her jacket onto her side and slid slowly upward toward her breasts. She made no hint of protest. I thought this was very nice, but I won't push it, though my cock was beginning to push visibly against my jeans. She tilted her head up in that 'kiss me' way, and I obliged. Her lips were so soft, tasting of her strawberry lip gloss, and her mouth opened. Her tongue tentatively darted between my lips, which I chased back into hers. We enjoyed a lovely tongue tangle for a few minutes. She then unfastened two more buttons on my cotton plaid shirt and slid inside onto my chest, exploring sideways towards my right nipple and starting to softly play with it.

We broke the kiss, and she asked if I liked it, if it was ok. I told her it was delightful, that I adored having my nipples teased. She gave a little, perhaps nervous, giggle, and said so did she. I took that as a gentle invitation, glanced over my shoulder to ensure we were still alone in the picnic area, then reached over and unfastened the three buttons on her stretch cotton shirt. I looked at her; she gave a quick lick of her lovely lips, and I slid my hand inside. I found she was sans bra, which I had suspected, and cupped her left breast. It fit perfectly in my hand. I gently squeezed it as I pulled her closer. I began to softly, slowly rub my palm over her nipple in a circular motion, then pinch it between my thumb and forefinger. I felt it harden almost instantly and begin to rise, becoming bigger than I expected. She continued teasing mine, and the gentle mutual pleasuring was thrilling and beautiful.

Monika snuggled closer, sliding her head from my shoulder into the middle of my chest. We stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the mutual sensuality, gazing out to sea. Presently, her hand came out of my shirt and wandered down to rest on the bulge in my jeans and began caressing it. "Is this still ok?" she asked. "Yes", I replied, and gave a little thrust against her hand. " How far do you want to go, Monika?" I asked. In answer, she changed position so she was now lying with her head in my lap, looking up at me along my erection bulge, and placed her left hand between her legs, her right hand on my bulge, and smiled.

Ok, I thought, let's have a bit of consensual pleasure. I reached down and unfastened her riding jeans and pulled them open. Her shirt was neatly tucked into her matching stretch cotton/lycra riding shorts, te Rukka brand name very neatly in the middle of her groin. I ran my hand over her belly and down between her legs. She moved her left leg out a little further, giving me more access. I pushed my middle finger against her mound and she sighed with pleasure. Her eyes were closed now, but her hand was still gripping my bulge. I reached down with my oter hand and pulled her shirt out of her shorts, exposing her soft belly, pulling it up above her breasts and started teasing them again. Her nipples were very hard and erect, her small boobies were so lovely.

Monika's eyes opened, and she began unfastening my belt and jeans, pulling them open, seeing my rampant erection clearly through the fabric of my soft, stretch shorts. I had a wet patch at my tip, and she placed a finger right on it and began to rub me, right on my most sensitive spot just below my crown. I gasped and involuntarily thrust. She smiled. I pushed my finger harder, pressing between her labia, searching for her clit. She gasped too, then her other hand grabbed mine, pulled it from between her legs, placed it on her tummy and pushed it under the waistband of her shorts.

Without hesitation, I descended down through her lady fur to find her very wet pussy. Probing my middle finger further it slipped easily between her lips and I immediately found her very aroused and swollen clitty. She gave a little cry of pleasure and thrust against my finger. I didn't try to push any more fingers into her. I didn't want to push my luck, but also she was still wearing her jeans, constricting freedom of movement. I just kept a steady rhythm of gentle strokes across her clitty and, probing as deep into her as I could. She felt delightful. I wished I could have pulled her jeans and shorts down to finger her more thoroughly and get to see her quim.

Monika's fingering of my crown had stopped but her hand was still on me. I was watching her face, entranced by the obvious enjoyment I was giving her. My otger hand went back to her boobies, teasing and caressing each alternately. I leaned down and began to tease her bellybutton with my tongue and she cried out again, quite loudly. Then, suddenly, she jerked, her body spasmed, I sat up and watched her face as she climaxed. Her eyes shut tight then wide open, he face seemed to glow; her mouth opened, so I leaned down and kissed her. She spasmed again, thrust against my fingers, then subsided. I slowed my rhythm and stopped, but kept my fingers in place, only slowly withdrawing them after a minute or two. She looked up at me, her eyes shining and said, "I have had a lovely little orgasm, thank you."

I helped Monika put herself back together and sit up, and we snuggled again. My jeans and shirt were still open, and I was still incredibly aroused. She reached down and patted me through my shorts. My wet patch had grown bigger. Fingering her and watching her cum was so thrilling. She said, "Now I please you". Monika pulled down the waistband of my shorts, hooked it under my sac, making my balls bulge up and said, "Mmmmmm" as my rampant cock was revealed. She remarked on how smooth my cock and balls were and seemed pleasantly surprised at me being circumcised. She ran her fingers along my length and back down to tickle my balls. I said I have always liked to keep myself smooth and trimmed. "I also like", she said, "I think your apgraizīts dzimumloceklis is beautiful", as she gripped me fully in her hand and teased me again with her thumb on that sweet spot below my crown.

She leaned down and kissed the tip of my crown, softly licking some arousal juice and running her tongue down my length to my balls and gently licking them. I moaned out loud in sheer delight. Her tongue then went back to my crown, swirling in circles and driving me mad with pleasure. She continued this exquisite play for a few minutes, drawing me close to orgasm before backing off and stoking me again for a bit. Then she took my entire crown between her lips, swirling it again with her tongue, sucking gently and massaging my sac. Absolute ecstasy. Suddenly I erupted. It happened without warning; I was so worked up. I cried out, jerked, and my delight gushed out of me, past her sweet lips and into her mouth. She stroked me as I spurted all I had, gave me a gentle suck and slipped me out of her mouth. Monika looked at me, I saw her swallow my cum, and with a smile she said, "You taste nice", and I thought I would faint!

After a few minutes, we got ourselves back together. Monika then asked me if I had "naughty thoughts" about her since we met. I told her I absolutely had, after all I was a red-blooded horny old man! She laughed and made the universal sign for male masturbation and asked if I had done that while thinking of her. I said, "Guilty, my lady, several times. She said she was very flattered and that she had done so as well, thinking about me! Then I stood closer to her and told her I really would like to get my hands all over her lovely body and pleasure her until she fainted, but I genuinely also wanted us to be friends too, and we could never be more than that. Monika smiled and then kissed me, assured me she wanted the same, no complications. And anyway, I was far too old for her!

On another ride together, we stopped at another picnic spot. It had picnic tables among a stand of closely spaced trees, a couple of which were out of direct line of sight of anyone in the car park. We'd picked up some drinks from a petrol station shop, and we settled down at a table in the trees, sitting beside each other on the picnic table bench seat, our backs to the car park. We took off our jackets, and Monika snuggled into me, sending her hands all across my chest and back and down to my thighs and crotch. I turned to speak to her but she suddenly kissed me, very passionately. It was amazing, our tongues dancing in our mouths, fucking our mouths. She broke the kiss, I said "wow!" and she said she was feeling very horny and asked if I wanted to play again. I told her I was her horny old goat and would play with her whenever she wanted.

We turned sideways on the bench to face each other. Monika was without a bra once more and wearing another three-buttoned cotton/lycra shirt. My hand quickly found its way inside, enjoying her incredibly cute little breasts, adoring her nipples and how hard they became. I reached down and unfastened her jeans, pushing the zip down to give my hand room to slip inside. To my great surprise, instead of the shorts she favoured when out riding, she was wearing skimpy black panties. She giggled at my surprise, said there was another surprise, and she had a plan! She unbuttoned my shirt and unfastened my jeans too, saying she wanted to feel me down there again.

She gave my cock a teasing through my shorts. I was leaking into the fabric, making a wet spot. Monika ran her fingers up and down me through the fabric, squeezing and teasing me. She asked me to stand, pulled my jeans and shorts down below my bum, then pulled my jeans back up by themselves and I sat down again. She took me in her hands and deftly flicked and rubbed her forefinger and thumb around my cock head, paying special attention to the gloriously sensitive spot just below the crown on the outward side. Her thumb orbited it, igniting a fire within me.

Monika let go of me, stood up and pulled her jeans down below her bum too and I saw her panties were high-cut with a very slim back panel, getting close to being a thong! Then she sat on the picnic table, pushed her jeans down below her knees, opened her legs and lay back across the picnic table. I moved to stand between her legs and began to caress her quim through those panties. She became very wet very quickly, and when I pushed my fingers into her through the fabric she cried out. I rubbed her that way for a minute, My cock absolutely rigid, arousal juice running down my length. I saw her looking at me. Beautiful man", she said, "eat me".

Her scent had been stoking my fire to a blaze. I pulled her panties aside, revealing her ladyship to me for the first time, though I had felt and enjoyed her a few times previously. Her bush was dark, thick and nicely trimmed; her quim lips were smooth and inviting. My head went down; I kissed along both thighs and then hurriedly took her in my mouth. I was so aroused. I peeled her open with my fingers; her lips were so soft and puffed up, she was pink and very wet inside, and I slid my tongue in as deep as I could.

I heard a car on the road beyond the trees but couldn't care; I just wanted to devour this woman. My nose was inside her; I wanted her so much! She was whimpering, holding my head between her legs. I backed off a little, slipped two fingers into her, curled them up to find her soft, spongy, sensitive G spot and began to massage it. She almost fainted in delight, gasping and softly moaning.

I took her very engorged clitty between my lips and sucked her as my fingers worked inside her. I felt her begin to tremble, and I slowed a little, but also slipped the middle finger of my other hand into her bum. It was warm and wet too, and she cried "Ooooo!" and clenched my finger.

I couldn't stand this much longer; I wanted to feel her cum in my face, so I sucked her clitty harder, increased pressure with my fingers, and she blasted off. She didn't cry aloud but made muffled moans, trembled and bucked against my face. Her cum tasted honey-sweet and musky, and I licked and sucked her until she stopped moaning.

I stood up. My face was soaking in her delight. I licked my lips. Then I checked to be sure the car park was still empty. We had forgotten for a few minutes where we were. Monika lifted her head, smiled at me and said something in Latvian. Then she sat up, grabbed my rigid cock and said "now you fuck me, horny old goat man!" She then rolled over, lay front down on the table, presenting me her bum. I didn't hesitate. I pulled those panties as far out of the way as possible and launched my length all the way into her. She sighed when I reached her depths and began to pump. I knew it wouldn't take long for me; I was so right on the edge, but I wanted to please her too.

But when I felt my impending climax welling up through my groin, through my balls and up my cock, I couldn't resist. I just gripped her hips and rode her; hard, deep strokes. She pushed back against me; I felt her squeezing me inside, heard her grunting, and I exploded, stifling my moans of pleasure, keeping thrusting as long as I could after I had emptied myself because I didn't want to stop. I felt her have another orgasm; I managed a final squirt of delight and rested down along her back, feeling utterly satisfied and very pleased with myself for an old goat!

Other occasions after that day were very enjoyable rides together to various places, sometimes getting rather intense with each other. We had a couple of outdoor oral sessions which were fabulous. One time, I had her against a tree, her riding jeans and shorts around her ankles, kneeling before her and eating her so slowly. I pulled her forward a little, gripped her bum in both hands and slit two fingers into her anus as I sucked her clitty. She actually squealed as she came! Thankfully, no one else was around.

A time after that, she was on her period and didn't want me touching her, except her boobies, but she gave me the most fantastic wank. This time she had me against a tree, my jeans and shorts around my ankles as she stroked, licked and sucked me. She took me to the back of her mouth and drove me to the edge; then she backed off, settled me down a little and said, "I want to watch you cum", as she intensified her strokes, pointed my cock outwards and watched as I spurted my cum onto the ground. She licked me clean afterwards, too.

Monika and I were 'special' friends for almost two years. Then she had to return to Latvia. We never kept in touch; we had agreed that when she left, it was best not to and just cherish what we had together in our own secret memories.