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By *rumfire OP Man
over a year ago
hereford/worcester |
A midweek motorbike ride with a buddy turned into a solo ride to nowhere in particular as he had to back out last minute.
I punched a “thrill ride” into the bike sat nav, which meant a big loop anywhere in the middle of nowhere and set off. 3 coffee breaks and 180 miles later and it seems I was miles from civilisation. Light would be fading in an hour or so, so I set off for the return leg home. It took me through villages, small lanes and the back of beyond. I was heading down a single track lane when my bike completely died.
No power, no gears, no lights. I’d broken down. I grabbed my phone out of the tank bag to phone my breakdown recovery but I had no reception. I was well and truly lost.
I began to push my bike down the lane and I came to a cross roads. 1 lane behind me from where I’d come from. 1 lane in front. And a small lane down to the left. I could see some kind of building in the distance so I headed that way for help. It took me 5 minutes to push my bike to a small farm cottage and I was a hit and sweaty mess. As soon as I entered the cottage grounds security lights lit up the courtyard. And then a middle aged farmers wife appeared at the front door. “Can I help you”? I detailed my breakdown predicament and she explained that the reception around here is dreadful. She couldn’t drive me into the local town because her husband was away in the land rover buying new farm equipment. But, I was welcome to stay in the guest lodge and a farm hand would arrive first thing in the morning. And he could drive me then. |
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By *rumfire OP Man
over a year ago
hereford/worcester |
Karen, the farmers wife delivered some fresh towels to the lovely guest annexe and invited me for supper. I said I’d join her shortly after I’d freshened up. 15 minutes and a shower later and I was knocking on her door. Dressed in motorbike undergarments. A clingy pair of thin trousers and long sleeves top and not bike boots. Karen answered the door looking extremely hot dressed in a tight pair of jeans and a vest top, minus a bra. I apologised for my appearance and she said don’t be daft. Supper would be about 20 minutes so she gave me a guided tour of her beautiful home. It was a lot bigger than it looked from the front. It went back quite a long way and there were rooms off rooms. She said she had to go check on the food and to carry on looking around. I walked in to the next room and it looked like the farm office. I was mooching at the pictures on the wall, history of the farm, aerial shots etc. then moved around the desk. On the desk we’re more pics. Some of Karen when she was younger. Some on holidays in a bikini. I cold feel my cock starting to throb. Not great in thin biker trousers. And then Karen walked in. Saw what I was perving over. Looked at my crotch. Appeared to lick her lips. Said, “supper is ready. I hope you like meat. I do”.
Is she flirting with me? |
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By *rumfire OP Man
over a year ago
hereford/worcester |
Karen dished up a lovely steak dinner accompanied by wine. In fact the wine started to flow. As did the chat. Which started innocently enough. Telling me about her family who have flown the nest. Her husband who’s away for a few days buying farm equipment. Her travels over the years. The odd innuendo and a bit of flirting. And general chit chat. After the food we retired to the snug. A real cosy room around an open fire. With some leather sofas and warm throws. It had a real intimate feel about it. The fire was lit and the room bathed in a glow. Another bottle of wine was opened and I sensed Karen was enjoying some male company. We were chatting about our travels, motorbikes and foreign jaunts when she said she’d fetch her laptop to show me some of her travel pictures. She booted up the device and found the folder labelled “Karen’s pics”.
The first folder was simply travel pics. The 2nd folder more of the same but a lot of skimpy bikini pics. She knew how to tease. I started to get a bit of a semi on and it was hard to disguise. Karen noticed and asked if I liked what I saw. Gorgeous scenery I answered. She said I might have some better scenery pics in a different folder. She had a quick mooch through the folders and found the one she was after named “classified”. She invited me to click and open it whilst she popped to freshen up. As soon as Karen left the room I clicked on it. There were hundreds of pictures in there. From the tame topless pic to her fully legs spread naked and her engaging in different sexual activities with different men. There were cocks of all shapes, sizes and colour she was either sucking or fucking.
There was simply no hiding my huge erection when Karen re-entered the room wearing nothing but the tiniest silk bath robe. So do you like my special pics folder she asked getting straight to the point. They’re my secret internet sex meets. Hubby doesn't know about my secret life. And I’d like to keep it that way. Would you like me to get the camera now so we can take some pictures together?
This is not how I saw my day going. This bike breakdown day was starting to look like the best day out riding ever.
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By *rumfire OP Man
over a year ago
hereford/worcester |
Yes please was all that came out of my mouth. Karen fetched the camera. Set it down. Let forward and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. Her tiny robe opened slightly and gave me a glimpse of her perfect breasts. Let’s get you out of these bike garments shall we. Giving my cock a little squeeze as she started to undress me. My top came off quickly. Followed by my leggings. Freeing my very thick and hard cock. Mmmmmmm that’s a thick 1 Karen said. I gave it a little stroke pulling back the foreskin to tease her that little bit. I think I’m going to enjoy you. I haven’t had a special friend meet in quite some time! |
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By *rumfire OP Man
over a year ago
hereford/worcester |
Karen let her robe drop to the floor. She had an amazing figure. Big, full tits and a completely smooth pussy. She sat back down, spread her legs and asked me to wank for her.
I made deliberate, slow, deep wanks. Making sure to pull that foreskin all the way back to show her my full knob. It seemed to do the trick because she also started to play. We were sat on opposite sofas, staring at each other masturbate. I was so turned on watching a stranger, watching me, during an intimate moment. It actually made me get a little bit thicker and bigger.
Mmmmmmmm I love that cock of yours. I need to taste it.
Be my guest was my immediate reply.
She adjusted herself on the sofa. Now lay down. Head draped over the end of the cushion. Still playing. Come and feed it down my throat.
She tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide.
I stood up, and went and lowered my huge cock and balls towards her face. I teased the tip in and she gratefully accepted. I edged more and more down her throat until there was an actual visible cock shaped lump in her throat.
Nothing left now I thought but to fuck that throat. So I began to. Whilst playing with her big tits as she flicked her clit. It was like a scene from a porn film. Mr AA could wait until the morning that was for sure! |
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By *rumfire OP Man
over a year ago
hereford/worcester |
I knew I should have paced myself better. I just couldn’t stop fucking Karen’s mouth and throat. And she didn’t want me to stop either. She was actively encouraging me to do whatever I wanted. Massaging my balls and tickling my arse. Needless to say it wasn’t too long before I got the shaking stevens legs. My balls started to tighten. My breathing rate increased. And I had an almighty release and orgasm. It felt like I was cumming for 30 seconds. I was spent. For all of a nano second.
“My hub is away and I plan on getting as much cum from that cock as possible. Now come and taste me”.
I didn’t need asking twice. It also gave me a perfect excuse to recover and get ready for round 2. And boy would I need to recover. Karen, as I later found out had the stamina of an Olympic athlete. This was going to be a looooonnnnnggggg night. |
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