After my last road trip out with the hairy biker I wasn’t sure I could trust myself again. But I thought if I don’t get back in the saddle again, so to speak, and as he’d invited me I thought it’d be churlish to refuse. This time we managed to pull over without incident. We pushed the bike to a quiet spot in the woods and as this is the only time we are alone without our spouses I made an attempt at explaining how bad I felt about what had occurred last time. He said, “What do you feel bad about? We didn’t have sex!” “That’s a very Clinton like response!” I said. “It’s the 12yr old in me. I always feel if you do something bad you’re gonna get your comeuppance. Just then, he grabs my hand and drags me over to the bike. He pushes me over it like some kind of bendy toy and gives my arse an almighty slap. “Ow! What was that for? Keep still! He barks at me in a way that makes me inclined to do what he says. He continues to whack me like a pervy headmaster but fortunately between my jeans and his leather biker gloves I’m starting to think this quite pleasant. Painfully pleasant and a bit kinky but pleasant none the less. Every time he lands one on my behind, the vibration goes right through me and more than my arse is getting warm by this point. At that moment he stops and pulls my jeans down biting me gently on the arse. Mmm, I think, I could just do with being banged doggy style right now. Especially as older blokes have a little bit more movement down there. Their nuts touch u in all the right places. Instead he says to me “Do u still feel bad?” by this point I am so wet it’s running down my thighs “No quite good actually” I giggle. “You think it’s funny?!” he booms and pushes me roughly onto the ground and proceeds, to my surprise to lick me out like I’ve never been licked before. Taking me up and then down again, nibbling my clit and rolling it in his tongue like an expert. I have missed this, this is something my hubby gave up trying years ago. He laps up my juices and suckles like a calf and I am in heaven before he finally allows me to come. By his point I am desperate for him to fuck me but he wants to take his time and he gently and expertly starts to finger me with his chunky hands. First with one, then two fingers, then he pauses and starts to spread my juices round further, lubricating my bum hole. Confidently he inserts a digit whilst still fingering me; this feels so naughty but so good at the same time. I come screaming to an orgasm again and just lay there panting. I haven’t even had chance to put a hand on him yet, so I put my hand on the on the tell tale bulge in his biker leathers, desperate for him to fuck the arse off me. He stops me, “what’s the matter?” I ask. “Nothing, now we’re even. I don’t want you to feel bad” he says, “so we haven’t had sex!”