Love for Motorcycles

I work at a repair shop for motorcycles, and I have owned more than 10 different models through the years. It’s something that runs in the family, we have always loved motorcycles, cars and just being gear heads in general. My current work shop was first owned by my great great grandparent and I have worked in here since I was very young. I know a lot about motorcycles.

 

I have plenty of regular customers that come to me to get their motorcycles checked, repaired or cleaned, and they always say they like the reliability I offer. I take pride in this. There is a new customer that I have received a few times on the past months, and she’s a real hottie. Her name is Kara, she’s quite short and cute, with long blonde hair and prominent lips that she always takes her time to put gloss on.

 

Kara came just every other day, but whenever she came she was very conversational and curious. She would ask me questions and inquiry about stuff regarding motorcycles that she wanted to know. I think she also had a real passion for motorcycles, just like me. My coworkers usually joked around whenever she was around, and they often said she had her eye on me as such she wanted to be seemingly more into the stuff I liked, namely motorcycles and engines.

 

Kara was a really nice girl and lately she had been coming more and more for some reason to get her motorbike checked. My coworkers were about to get their vacations so usually we were the only ones left in the place. Things were never too awkward and one day I decided to ask her to go on a date that weekend. She pulled in on her red motorbike and got off it, asking me to check her tires while removing her helmet. It was a Thursday.

 

“Hey Nicholas, I think my tires are a bit flattened, would you mind checking them?” she almost sounded as if she was flirting, low key.

 

“Sure thing Kara. From here they do seem a bit flattened, so I will get my tire pump handy” I said while looking for the dang thing.

 

“Where are Josh and Alex?” she asked, looking around. She also seemed to smile at the fact they were not around.

 

“It’s their day off. They’ll be on full vacation next week, so the work shop will be rather lonely” I said, approaching her bike with the pump.

 

“I will be sure to drop by more often, then” she said with a smile. I smiled back and proceed to take care of her flattened tire.

 

“I would appreciate that” I said suggestively. “Maybe we can find things to do” I added.

 

“I’m sure we will” she said as I finished pumping air into her slightly flattened tires.

 

“All done and ready to go” I said, wiping the few drops of sweat I had on my forehead.

 

“Thanks so much” she said, kissed me on the cheek and hopped onto her bike once again.

 

“Kara, you know…” I said to her, and she quickly turned to me. “I would like to know if you’re free tomorrow to like, have a date? We could go have dinner together if you’d like” I said in a slightly shy tone.

 

“I would love to” she said with a seductive smile on her face. “You have my number, right?” she added, catching me off guard.

 

“Oh! Yes, yes I do. How does 7 p.m sound?” I said rather quickly.

 

“Wonderful. I’ll expect your call. And don’t worry, I can drive myself there” she said, then giggled and started her engine. “See you then” she said, and left rather quickly. She was so confident.

 

And that is how I set up my first date with Kara. I did not expect much to come out of it, anyway, but it would be nice to get to know her outside the workshop. The rest of the day went by slowly and I did not get too many clients after Kara left. I had called Josh and told him about my date, and he did not believe it. He said it was due time, however.

 

The following day came faster than I thought and I spent the first half of it in the work shop. No customers came in today, which was a bit odd. I had booked a reservation on a fancy restaurant for my date and could not wait for the date time to come. I kept looking at the clock.

 

Suddenly, it was 5 P.M and I had not thought about what to wear. I closed the shop and quickly drove to my house, which was just 30 minutes away. I quickly got something to wear and got myself ready, and by 6:30 I was ready. To my surprise, I got a text from Kara. “Are you ready yet? I’m on my way to the restaurant” which surprised me because she was seemingly excited about the date.

 

I got into my car and started the engine so I could make way to the restaurant. Since she got there by motorbike, I knew she would get there before I could. That was a bit upsetting to imagine because I wanted to be first and stuff. Besides, her getting first meant waiting for me so we could pick up the reservation. Without further ado, I left.

 

I got to the restaurant and there she was, waiting for me eagerly. She did not seem upset at all. We got to our table and got to order, and we talked and talked through the night, so much that we did not pay much attention to the food we were having. When we were almost ready to leave, she said something that caught my attention and left me thinking. “Tomorrow, it’s my turn to ask you for a date. I’ll see you at the work shop!” she said as we stood up from our table.

 

No matter how much I asked, she did not explain herself. And I am glad she did not, because surprises are always better as that, surprises. The following day, everything went by normally, and I just went straight to the work shop as any other day. By myself, of course, because my coworkers did not feel like working today, something I would soon be grateful for.

 

While cleaning some motorbike parts, Kara pulled into the workshop. “Hello, repair man” she said, getting off her bike. “I say the shop’s closed now, so close it” and so she did, without a single thought. After closing, she walked towards me and knelt down in front of me, quickly unzipping my jeans in a single motion. I was in shock but I did not stop her. Only now was I realizing she was wearing an open jacket with her pink bra visible, and short jean shorts, paired with feminine cowgirl boots. She looked straight out of a porn video.

 

She pulled my dick out of my pants and started to salivate it slowly with her mouth, her red lips eye catching as her makeup got smudged over my man tool. She continued to masterfully give me head while undressing herself in the process. She stood up and walked towards her motorbike, removing her bra along the way. She called me to follow her, and so I did while quickly, almost desperately removing my clothes.

 

Before I knew it, we were naked, sitting on her motorbike, having sex. She was acting wildly while I fucked her, and I was in total awe of the unfolding events, like a young boy. I slapped her tits until they were red, and when I pulled my dick out of her pussy so she could turn, she squirted all over me, getting the bike dripping wet as well.

 

I sat on the bike as if I were to drive it, laid back over the wet seat still warm with her vaginal juices, and she sat on top of my cock, slowly getting it inside her pussy then jumping softly on it, careful not to be too crazy so the bike would not fall. She kept coming over me, pulling herself out of my rod so she could gush all over the work shop’s floor, leaving a big puddle. I was surprised at how much she squirted.

 

We continued fucking until I could not take it anymore “I’m going to come” I said, holding my breath, and she quickly got off me and began to suck my dick while I still laid over the bike, and she quickly got me to come inside her mouth. I could feel multiple spasms, and I know I left a good load inside her mouth.

 

“That was better than I expected” she said, dressing up. I got up and looked at the mess we had made. “Put on some pants and open the door, I’m leaving. But expect me to come back while your coworkers are off” she said, very confidently. I laughed and picked up my pants, and put them on so I could let her leave.