Riding Lessons with a Forbidden Attraction Unleash Hidden Desires " Hello?" Heather called out as she stepped into the open garage. All she can see were three Harleys. Three all in different colors and gorgeous. Big, shiny, clean and ready to ride. Just looking at them sent a chill up her spine. " Be right there." A muffled voice spoke out. Heather turns in the general direction of my voice, I stood up, turned around and she is dumb struck. I'm wearing a close fitting black t-shirt and jeans. I walked toward her, wiping my hands on a towel. " Hi Heather, what are you doing here?" Her thoughts immediately turns naughty and she blushed. " I'm here for my riding lessons. John." She stammered. She feels like an adolescent and complete idiot. I didn't make things any easier when I flashed her my grin. " Well,I did not know you were interested in motorcycles." I said. I said, my voice husky. " Tell me all you know about riding a motorcycle." " Absolutely nothing." She replied. " Well, the first thing we'll do then is take a ride so you can get used to the power of a Harley. Which one would you like to ride?" I swept my arm to encompass my collection of bikes. She again had naughty thoughts but was able to suppress them for the moment and keep from blushing. " That one." She said, pointing at the black one. I've always been partial to black bikes. I nodded, handing her a helmet, grabbed one for myself, walked toward the bike of her choice and proceeding to roll it out of the garage to the driveway. She follows me, putting on her helmet. I close the garage door then swing my leg over and sat on the bike. I put her foot pegs down and put on my helmet. She placed her hands on my shoulders, a foot on the peg, swung up and over and settled down behind me. It has been years since she has been on a bike and she is feeling exhilarated and free as we drove off. I headed toward the freeway then turned onto a little known side street. It headed up into the hills and is very curvy. Her hands had been resting loosely at my waist but I increased my speed which made her arms reach around to hold me tighter. It was pure instinct and unnecessary - the bike had a 'sissy' bar but it feels nice so she continues to hug me tight around my waist. Holding me closer allows her to inhale my scent. …the next moment changed everything
