I pretty much drive the same route each day.  You know.. work to home, home to work etc.  I also leave at about the same time.  Pretty soon you get to where you recognize the same vehicles stopped at the light down the street.  After all, you are all there at the same time 5 days a week!

So last week on my way home one night, the familiar red motorcycle was at the stop light next to me.  I see him on a regular basis but thats about all I know.  Dont ask me what kind of bike, Im always too busy lookin at how the leather jacket fits across his back and shoulders.  Im always whishing I could see his face, but he wears one of those full helmets with the dark face shield.  Its soooo frustrating!  But back to my story.

So we are sitting at the light and Im trying like hell not to stare.  Just when I turn back forward, he revs his engine enough to make me look back.  He points to my tire and shakes his head.  I'm pretty sure at this point that hes tellin me I have an issue so I start looking for a place to pull off the road.  I turn into the nearest gas station and park on the side of the building, then notice that the motorcycle man has followed me and parked very close.  

I get out of my truck and lean over to take a look at my tire.  I can see nothing wrong and start to turn around when I feel him right behind me.  He still hasnt taken his helmet off but he puts his arms on either side of me, pinning my chest to the side of my truck.  He leans in close and says "Your husband told me you are a slut for a big cock, he's waiting for you to get home and tell him all the details of our little encounter here tonight."  I started to freak out a bit until I remembered that I had gotten a msg from the hubby before I left work.  He told me to not worry if I was running a bit late and that he had a surprise for me on my way home.  About the time I realized that it wasnt a typo and that this was my surprise, I felt him reach around with one hand and squeezy my nipple while the other hand pulled my ass back against his rock hard cock.  Even thru my the layers of jeans I could tell that he was large and ready for whatever he was going to do next.  He slid his hand down to undo my jeans and slid them down just enough that he could pull my gstring to the side and slide a finger into me, then out to rub my clit hard but slow, in circles just the way I like it.  

I realized suddenly that we were in the parking lot of a gas station and started to panic a bit.  All I got was a hand over my mouth and once again pressed up against my truck while he whispered in my ear that we were hidden behind the truck, to be quiet and enjoy my surprise.  I looked up and saw that if I couldnt see any other people, then I guess no one was seeing us and dialing 911 so I relaxed and enjoyed what his finger was doing to my clit, with quick little trips inside my pussy to see how wet I was.  My knees just about gave out on me when I heard him unzip his jeans.  And I serioiusly had to lean against the truck for support when I felt him slide his long hard cock inside me.  Slowly at first, making his way in further with each stroke.  When he finally was able to plunge all the way in, he just stayed there for a second, not moving at all.  I nearly went insane and started to buck back against him, urging him to give me more of what I needed.  "Oh what a hot lil slut you are" he said but once again pushed me forward, pinning me so that I couldnt move.  Then he told me to stay still or he'd deny me until I begged for it.  I remember that I whimpered a bit and a quiet little "please" came out of my mouth.  Suddenly he was pulling out until just the tip of his head was still in my pussy, then omg he slammed back into me with every bit of strength he had.  I let out a loud yell of pleasure until he covered my mouth with his hand.  It was the hand he had been using to finger me and I started to lick my own juices off his hand sucking on the finger.  He moaned and started pumping me harder.  I remember that he made me cum once, then twice, then it all became a blur of him pumping that hard cock in and out of me.  I could feel him hardening more, knowing he was about to cum and all the while he still had his hand over my mouth.  The feel of that last thrust and his hot cum filling me up, sent me over the edge and I bit his hand to keep from screaming.  We were both breathing hard when he collapsed against me.  Then all too soon he was pulling out and I heard his jeans zip back up.  He pulled mine back up, leaned close and said "thank you, now stay here for 5 minutes.  Then go home and tell your husband what a slut you are.  He's waiting".  I dont think I could have moved for five minutes!  My knees were week and I was having trouble catching my breath.  I heard the bike start and realized I had never once seen his face.  I turned quickly to check him out but he had that damn helmet back on.  Hell maybe he never took it off!!  

I straightened myself up, got back in my truck and finally made it home.  When I pulled into the driveway, I saw the same red motorcycle parked there as well.  Im tellin you, my heart stopped and I came again.  Right then and there, just seeing the bike gave me enough of a flashback to cum and soak my jeans.  I parked and slowly got out of the truck, tried to get my thoughts together and walked into the house.  My husband and "K" were sitting on the couch looking at something on the laptop.  Neither said a word but beckoned me over to see the screen.  To my amazement, they were pictures of my "surprise encounter".  My husband had been there all along, hidden, taking pictures of his little slut having sex with a total stranger.