Mama Biker's Three Way

He cupped his hands around my bottom and pulled my body against his - he was so warm - my soft curves melted against his strong flat muscles. I was going nuts - my breathing short - my pulse racing.
It was very quiet, there were no neighbors for miles and most of nature was hiding away from the hot sun. Very private and very nice. He had never put his t-shirt back on, and I unfastened his belt buckle, sliding apart a great smelling leather belt and unbuttoning his faded denims. Under the jeans he had on burgundy boxer briefs which clung like a second skin. I was more than glad to peel those off and reveal more of my new "toy".