The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So, if you could take me up there, it would be so wonderful! I’d never be able to thank you enough. Really...”

Bob had never taken his eyes off Mary as she had told him all about her being accepted at the University up in Seattle. As he heard her, he felt himself die a bit as Mary, the woman he was so madly in love with, told him she was leaving. Not that she knew, of course. His attempts to get to be more than friends had tanked every time. But that didn’t cool his ardor for her.

She was going to use him again. He knew that. Every time she needed something, such as help on classes, or things to be done, or money to tide her over, she came to him. She came on to him. And as soon as he had done his part, she backed away. It was always so sweet, always so empathetic, but it was backing away with him left holding the bag.

Now she wanted him to drive her up from San Diego to Seattle on his motorcycle. She’d save on airfare, and if he’d cover the meals, food, and gas, she’d pay him back when she was set up in Seattle. Just like every other time. But he also knew he’d do it, again. He just couldn’t say ‘no’ to someone he loved so much.

Mary watched him and smiled inside. He was still hooked on her. She knew he wasn’t a fool. He’d shown that by acing every class and by how he had succeeded at his work and on campus. But he was hooked on her. She could leave him holding the short end of the stick and he’d come right back and do it again. All she had to do was sweet talk him a bit, imply that this time he might get a bit of luck, and she had him spending his money for her. She’d feel a bit guilty sometimes, but she figured that if he kept coming back he really didn’t mind.

She knew it would cost Bob a lot. To take off for nearly a week to get her to school, and ride back, as well as pay for everything, it was going to cost Bob quite a bit. But she had to get to school and Bob was... available.

Bob nodded.

Mary leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. She gushed, “Bob, you’re the greatest! I’ve got to be up there in two weeks from yesterday. Oh, look at the time! I’ve gotta scoot! Thanks for dinner, and the ride! Take care!” And she was out of the booth and heading for the restaurant exit.

The waitress dropped the bill on the table. Bob picked it up and looked at it, then glanced out the window where he saw Mary hop into Jim Mitchell’s car.

He’d been had, again.

But then, maybe he would finally get smart.

(Two weeks later)

“Ready to ride?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess. I mean, I’ve never ridden a motorcycle before.”

Mary looked a touch nervous at the large Indian Chief motorcycle. There was plenty of room for her to sit behind him without him sitting in her lap. At least there was some sort of padded backrest for her, although the straps made her wonder. He had those storage saddles, so her extra clothes wouldn’t get dirty.

She was holding the helmet he’d given her. It had a microphone and some sort of cable coming from it. It was going to mess up her hair. She waved her hand, vaguely taking in the helmet and the backrest. “What’s all this for?”

Bob smiled. “The helmet is to keep you from cracking your head open. The mike and headphones are so we can talk and listen to music. It gets loud out there. You’re not going to have a lot to do, so you can lean back and relax. The straps are to keep you from falling off when you get too relaxed. They’re quick release, so you can pop them off in a sec when we stop.”

Mary nodded. “And what kind of music? Not some biker headbanger trash, I hope.”

Bob shook his head. “No way. It’s stuff we both like. I put together some CDs of songs you’ve told me you really like over the years.”

Mary smiled, “Sounds nice. So, can we go now?”

Bob nodded, “Sure. Climb on. Okay, see where they go... okay, you buckle them. Now hit the button in the center. That’s it. Hook ‘em back on, yeah, like that. Plug the cable from your helmet into that blue jack. Yeah.”

Bob climbed on, put his helmet on and plugged his cable into the red jack.

Mary heard Bob in her helmet. “Can you hear me?”

She snapped, “Yeah, roger, over, whatever.”

Bob shrugged and started the bike. In a few minutes they had rolled through Kearney Mesa and were on I-5 heading north.

Mary tried to shift her seating a few times, but she always found she had her legs open wide and the front knob of the saddle was very close to her. Every time she relaxed a bit she slid forward just enough for the knob to gently press against her crotch.

“Um, Bob, is the ride supposed to be so rough? It’s like the bike is throbbing or something.”

Bob smiled as he looked straight ahead. “Well, it won’t be as smooth as a car, but it’s really a nice ride. I remember one bike, it was an old Harley, really chopped; can you imagine someone doing that?”

Absolute silence.

Bob continued, “Well, anyway, it had been absolutely cherry when Phil Bromley stripped it down. I mean, it was absolutely pristine! Seems crazy, huh?”

Absolute silence.

Bob stammered, “Yeah, um, well, I guess you, um, had to be there, huh?”

Mary sighed, “I guess. It was just a question. I wasn’t looking for a comparison of motorcycles.”

As the morning wore on, the heat on the highway reflected up on them as well as the sun baking down. Bob heard a small yawn on his headphones. He quietly asked, “Would you like some music?”

Mary yawned again. “Hm? Oh, sure, Bob. What is it?”

The music played in her helmet as she heard Bob say, “Music you like. Just lean back and enjoy it. Listen, relax, and enjoy.”

After a few moments, Bob continued, “Yeah, I pulled all these songs together in the last couple of weeks. You’d have no idea how hard some of these are to get these days. And then burning them and labeling...”

After another minute or so of just the music playing, Bob stammered, “I, uh, I guess you really don’t need to hear about all that, uh, yeah...”

Mary nodded, “Thanks, Bob, I appreciate it.”

Bob said nothing else, annoyed with himself for blabbering on. No wonder he’d never had any success with her. That was twice this blessed morning. He had to pay better attention.

About a half hour later, Bob felt a slight shift behind him. Turning a mirror, he saw Mary’s head slumped forward. He smiled and pressed a button on the CD unit. When the current selection finished, it would no longer loop, but move on to the next selection, where it would start looping again.

It was nearly an hour before he heard her faintly whisper “like...”

Bob smiled.

Three hours later, Bob switched off the CD and said, “Mary, we need to stop for lunch and some gas.”

Mary awoke with a start. She reached out and put her hands on Bob’s hips for balance. Even when she remembered she didn’t need to hold onto him, she just did. It felt safer. She liked holding onto him for safety. She just, well, liked it.

Bob asked, “How about Burger Queen?”

Mary frowned, “Eww! Look, on the right! Pull in there, okay, Bob?”

They pulled up to the restaurant and parked. Mary didn’t let go of Bob’s hips until he moved to get off of the bike. He then helped Mary dismount. She stumbled and landed in his arms. As if by instinct, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled close to him.

She felt... safe and protected. He’d keep her safe, watch over her. She would... push away from him! Bob was nice and all, but not like this! “Hey, I just stumbled; don’t go getting any ideas!”

But Mary held Bob’s hand even after she was standing next to the bike. She let his hand go, almost reluctantly, as she tried to figure out how she felt.

Almost as soon as they were back on the road Mary felt herself getting drowsy. She figured it had to be the heat and all. She touched Bob on the shoulder. “Um, Bob, could you put the music on again? I’m so yawn tired and it really helps to pass the time, okay?”

Bob pressed a button and the music began. Mary smiled, ”yawn Thanks, Bob... you’re so sweet....”

Bob felt the slight shift in weight and grinned.

Less than an hour later, he heard her sigh, “...really like him...". As the afternoon progressed, he heard her mumble phrases like “...sooo cute...” and “...take care...” and, to his delight, “...need him...”

As they got near the night’s stop, Bob stopped the CD player and quietly called out her name. She was groggy, but reached out and wrapped her arms around his chest. She leaned her head against his upper shoulder and sighed. Her breasts pressed against his back.

Bob gently asked, “Mary? Want to wake up?”

She snuggled against his back, “No.... stay here...”

Bob replied, “But you have to wake up soon.”

She breathed, “Don’t wanna... safe... wanna stay here...” and she tried to pull herself even closer to him.

When he pulled into the restaurant parking lot at Santa Maria, she finally woke up. He got off the bike and went to help her off. Once again, she seemed to stumble into his arms. This time she just wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder.

After about a minute Bob asked, “Um, Mary?”

She smiled, “Hmmm? Huh, oh, what...” and she broke the hug. “Bob, you’ve really got to stop trying to take advantage of me that way. It doesn’t work, you know.”

Bob felt a cold stab. He croaked, “Uh, what doesn’t, um, work?”

“I think you try to trip me so you can catch me, silly! That’s not how you get me to like you, you know. There’s better ways.” She smiled. “I understand the pea soup here is overrated, but still okay. C’mon, I’m hungry! Sleeping the day away is hard work!”

At dinner, Bob was amazed when Mary started steering the conversation towards him. She seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say. At one point he had gone off on a tangent so far that even he had lost track of where he was going. In the past, Mary would have cut him down with a caustic remark. Tonight, however, she not only tossed him a lifeline, she made it sound like she was the one who had gotten lost.

In what could have been a very uncomfortable moment, as Bob answered her question about things that bugged him, he mentioned being used as a wallet with legs. He suddenly realized what that sounded like and began a fumbling apology.

Mary touched her index finger to his lips. “Stop it, Bob. You don’t need to apologize. I know what you meant, even if you didn’t mean to say it. I, um, I, ah, Bob, I, I’m sorry. I have used you, and, I, um, I was using you, ah, again.”

Bob moved to speak but she cut him off. “No, please, don’t stop me or I won’t get it all out. I, um, yeah, it wasn’t right, but, geez, you’re so kind and, ah, I know how you feel about me. That’s what makes me feel really bad now. I do know how you feel, ‘cause you don’t hide it very well. I’ve taken advantage of how you feel, and, eh, led you on.”

Mary covered her eyes with her hand. “Ah, geez, I can’t believe I’m telling you this! I feel like such a putz, and, I’m sorry, I really, really am sorry.” She looked up at him, but couldn’t look him in the eye. “I know I was going to do it to you again, but now, now I... I don’t know, I guess I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and, I’m going to make it up to you, somehow. I don’t know how, but I will. And, I will pay you back for helping me. I’m just, you know, very sorry and I, I hope you can, you know, forgive me, maybe?”

She looked at him, nervous, her eyes pleading. Her hands twisted the napkin into a very tight knot.

Bob wasn’t looking at her. His head was bowed. After several moments he raised his head to look at her and whispered, “yes”.

A big smile blossomed on her face. She leaned over the table and gave him a kiss on the lips, then sat back down. “Bob, you’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever met! Thank you! I was sure you were going to kick me off here and head home! Uh, Bob, you, ah, you are going to take up to school, uh, right? Bob, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal...”

Bob looked at her grimly for about a minute and then started laughing. “If you could see your face, Mary. Yes, yes I’m bringing you up north!”

She leaned forward again and gave him another kiss on the lips.

After dinner they walked towards one of the motels. She took his hand in hers as they walked, chatting about everything and nothing. He went in and registered while she visited the ladies room.

When he came out, he held up two keys. “Pick a room.”

Mary seemed puzzled, “Two rooms?”

Now it was Bob’s turn to be puzzled. “Uh, yeah. You said you wanted separate rooms, so there’d be no misunderstandings.”

Mary nodded, “Right, right. I did say that, huh? Just seems like such a waste of money... well, okay, fine. I’ll take... that one!” And grabbed a key from his hand.

He laughed and went to the bike. “It’s been a long ride, I’m bushed. Unless you want to show me your ‘magic fingers’ in my room?”

She took her bag and playfully swung it, catching him on his arm. “The only ‘magic fingers’ you’re getting cost a quarter, unless you’re looking for this one!” She then showed him what has been called, among other things, the Hawaiian Good Luck Sign.

Bob held up his hands in mock surrender, “Okay, okay, just asking. You need anything else from the bike?”

Mary frowned, “Well, I don’t know how I’m going to sleep tonight. I mean, I’ve slept all day on the bike and I really don’t feel that tired. And I don’t really want to watch what passes for cable here.”

Bob grinned, “Not to fear, little lady. Ouch. Okay, sorry. Here’s the CD player, and a fresh CD. And, hang on, here’s the headphones. Listen, relax, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

They walked to her room. She unlocked the door and turned on the light. She put her stuff on the bed, then took the CD Player from Bob. She gave him a very nice kiss on the lips. “Thanks, Bob. Good night.”

Bob nodded. She smiled and closed the door. Bob headed to his room for some much needed sleep.

Bob woke up to the sound of someone pounding on his door. When he opened it, a fully dressed Mary pushed in, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long, open-mouth kiss, albeit without any tongue.

When she broke the kiss, she teased, “You can’t sleep the day away, Bob. Go, shower, shave, brush teeth! I’m hungry!”

After his shower, Bob was shaving and noticed Mary sitting on the bed just staring at him. After a few minutes he asked, “Mary, what’cha thinking?”

She smiled, “Did you know you have a cute butt? I don’t know why I didn’t notice until now.”

Bob asked, “Do I comment about your butt?”

She shot back, “Not if you don’t want my shoe in your zipper!”

They quickly finished up, cleared the rooms, and went for breakfast. Mary thanked Bob for letting her use the CD Player. She’d had a great night’s sleep, but was surprised to find in the morning she still had the headphones on and the CD Player was still running.

They got on the bike and were quickly back on I-5. After a few minutes Mary asked, “Bob, does the scenery get any better than this?”

Bob chuckled, “Not for hours. More music?”

Mary nodded, “More music.”

As it started, Mary sighed, “Another new one? Bob, you’ve got... quite... a... collect...ion...” and settled into her seat. She sunk a little deeper, the knob in the saddle keeping her from sliding further. Bob stayed in the slow lane. The pavement, rougher from constant use by trucks, made a rhythmic thumping. Soon Bob heard faint moans from Mary as the music in her ears and the throbbing knob at her crotch worked their magic.

After about four hours Bob switched off the music and spoke. “Mary, we’re going to stop for lunch and gas at the next exit, okay?”

Mary yawned and leaned forward, absently pushing the knob against her clit. She reached around Bob and began gently stroking his chest, “Okay, love. Got any kind of, um, food in mind, honey?”

Bob replied, “Uh, how ‘bout Lenny’s? The food’s pretty good.”

Mary chuckled, “Well, sweets, okay, ah, at least it’s more than burgers.”

When they stopped, Bob got off the bike and looked at Mary. She was still on the bike, her eyes closed, slowly rocking and rubbing against the knob. Bob coughed.

Mary opened her eyes and blushed. “Oh, hey, you know, you could tell me when we stop. I’ve been dozing, you know. And, Bob, a gentleman helps his lady get off on, ah, get off of his bike. Sir?” And she held out a hand for him.

Making a deep, sweeping bow, which made Mary giggle, he helped her off. Yet again, she ‘stumbled’ into his arms. She rested her head against his shoulder and murmured, “Much better, kind Sir” and kissed his neck.

A growling stomach caused both of them to smile and separate. Mary laughed, “I get the hint! You gas this thing up and I’ll get us a table.” She gave him a kiss on the lips, smiled, and then walked towards the restaurant, occasionally giving a “come hither” look when she turned her head to glance back at him.

Bob wasn’t sure, but he could almost swear that he’d felt her tongue brush against his lips when she kissed him. He smiled as he filled the gas tank.

When he reached the restaurant, Mary already had a table. She waved at him to come over.

As Bob was delighted to find, each meal was more pleasant than the last. Mary was focused on Bob, continuing to gently draw him out. She really wanted to get to know him better. She was delighted when she found they shared a common interest in several authors.

When he rested his hand on the table, she timidly reached out and covered his hand with hers. Mary smiled shyly, “You know, Bob, I’m really, I mean really glad it’s you bringing me up to University. But, I just wish... that, I had known... I mean, we... that is, now, and...” She blushed and blurted out, “I, ah, I’ll wait for you at the bike!”

Bob watched in amazement as she dashed to the door. As she pushed it open, he could see her wiping her eyes.

When he had paid the bill and gotten to the bike, Mary was already on board, her helmet on, the visor hiding her face.

As he started back onto the highway, he felt her hands around his waist and her head pressed to his back, as she quietly spoke, “Bob, could you please turn on the music?”

As the music switched on, she continued, “Thank you, Bob. And, um, thanks for not asking... I appreciate... that...” Her hands gently slipped off of his hips as she dozed off.

After awhile she began to mumble again, but her words were interspersed with sensual moans.

When they stopped that night, she once again ‘stumbled’ into his arms. After a few minutes, she took his hand and held it as they walked into the diner. She sat next to him instead of across from him. During the meal she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She would light up when he called her by name. She would gently brush his hair with her fingers, then blush when she realized she had done it. She used terms of endearment every time she talked to him, even for something so simple as passing him a packet of sugar she’d say, “Here you go, honey”.

At the end of dinner, as they walked to the motel, she held him close, her head against his arm. Just before he went into the office, he said, “Well, I’ll check us in for two rooms. It’ll just be a sec.”

Mary kissed him lightly on the lips and murmured, “We only need one, lover”. Then she kissed him deeply for the first time, her tongue dueling with his. She pressed herself close to him, her crotch grinding into his.

The tapping on the window caused Mary to jump back. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Then she looked at the frowning woman in the office and Bob’s beet-red face, and began laughing. Bob started to laugh as well.

Mary waved at the woman, who scowled and went back to her counter. She covered her face as she made a loud snort of laughter. “Bob, Bob, go in there before the sourpuss shrivels into nothing and we can’t get a room! He he! I’ll, he, go to the bike and get our stuff! He-he!” Mary started to double over from laughter.

Bob went in, endured the frosty registration, and when he stepped back out, Mary was waiting for him with their bags.

Bob opened the door to the room and said, “Mary, I can’t find the... oh... my...”

She was wearing his riding chaps and jacket. She looked down at the jacket, which was tight on her. She smiled at him as she reached up and s-l-o-w-l-y drew the zipper down. She stopped a moment when the zipper reached where the jacket started to taper in from her breasts. She took a long, deep, breath, before drawing the zipper down to where the jacket ended, above her navel.

He swallowed, hard, and said, “You know, you’re supposed to wear jeans under those chaps.”

She breathed, “I know... but they’d get in the way...”

She stood before him, and drew her legs apart. Her ivory skin contrasted with the black leather. His eyes were drawn to where the leather did not chafe or hide. He could see her swollen nether lips, no longer hidden by cloth, nor leather, nor hair.

She sighed, “I wanted to see how they’d look on me. And then I saw I needed to take care of this...” Her fingers lightly brushed her freshly shaved mons. She let out a slow, deep, moan, “But... they don’t seem to fit me right, so I guess I’ll just have to take them off now.” She reached up and unsnapped the bottom of the jacket. She slid her hands over her flat belly up to her breasts, the nipples taut and wanting. She cupped her mounds and teased the nipples, before shrugging the jacket to the floor.

She turned slowly away. He had forgotten the chaps also exposed from behind. He watched her snow white ass as she bent down and started releasing the snaps that held the chaps to her legs. When she reached her waist, she turned back to him. She reached down and popped the last snap below her navel and the chaps drifted off her body and to the floor.

She began to slowly walk towards him, her hips rolling with each step, her firm breasts swaying invitingly as she murmured, “I love the feel of leather... it’s so sensual... so powerful... so arousing... the scent of leather and man is like a... heady wine...”

She stood before him. She reached out to him. He opened his arms and she melted into them, her pussy grinding into his crotch, her hard nipples pressed into his chest. As she moved in to kiss him, she breathed, “And the man who owns the leather is even more sexy... more powerful...” Her mouth found his and opened to welcome him deeply.

After many moments, she broke the kiss. “I’m jealous of your leather”, she said.

“Why?", he asked, puzzled.

“Because it belongs to you”, she moaned, as she kissed him and drew him to the bed. “You wear it... you shape it to what... you want...”

When she had him standing next to the bed she sank to her knees, her face to his crotch. She inhaled, “Ummm, you wear your leather right... here. It smells so... sexy... But if I were your leather... I’d be... here...” She slowly unzipped his jeans and slid them down his legs. His underwear followed. She kissed his hardening manhood and began to rub her face with his cock and balls, moaning, “If I were your leather, I’d be here... um, savoring... caressing... ah, being, just being, your leather... um...”

She took his cock into her mouth and began to slowly move back and forth, taking him deeper with every stroke. Her fingers gently tickled his balls. She continued until she was taking his full length.

Then she stopped, slowly slid his rod out of her mouth. She looked up at him and husked, “I can tell you’re getting ready to oil your leather.” She touched a finger to her lip, “Do you want to oil it up here or...” she brought the finger down between her breasts, traced her flat tummy, reached her pussy and slid it in, bringing back out a shining digit. “...or, oil it down here? My, my, but it already looks very ready for oiling down there... Tell me, lover, I’m just... aching... to be oiled...”

Bob sat down and leaned back on the bed. Mary smiled and climbed on as well.

Bob had some wildly erotic dreams. He opened his eyes to see the blanket moving. He looked under the blanket.

“Good Morning, lover, I just couldn’t wait any longer.” She tossed the blanket to the end of the bed. She then rose up and straddled his cock. She smiled at him and slowly impaled herself on his shaft. “Ohhhh... you feel so good... I wish, I wish I’d done, done this so, so long ago... you... oh, you... you’re so big... feels sooo good...”

After a very long shower together, they got ready for breakfast. Mary was clearly smitten with him. Her eyes rarely left him. She was touching him, or holding his hand. He ordered breakfast for both of them, without asking her what she wanted. In the past, Mary would have made a very large issue of it. Instead, she just gave a weak smile and a gentle observation about not expecting him to have done that, but it was really okay (so she wasn’t that smitten).

Back on the road, Mary watched the scenery, which was finally starting to be interesting, but soon asked for music. Bob felt the familiar shift behind him and moved to the truck lane. He did it in part because he knew they would get to her apartment today and he was trying to delay the end of the ride.

When they stopped for lunch, Bob expected Mary to get off the bike and ‘stumble’ into his arms. So he was surprised when she folded her arms and sat waiting. Bob asked, “Something wrong, Mary?”

She turned her head to look at him. “Of course there is. Every, and I mean every, time I get off this bike you have to catch me. I’m getting tired of that.”

Bob shifted his feet, “So, um, what do you want to do about it?”

She turned, bringing her leg over the bike so she was sitting side-saddle. “You come here and I’ll show you.”

Bob cautiously stepped next to her. Mary quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself onto him. She covered his mouth with a long, hot kiss. Her crotch ground against his hardening cock. When she broke the kiss, she smiled impishly and said, “This way there’s no chance you’ll miss catching me!”

At lunch they sat in a booth. Mary was next to Bob. Mary smiled when she saw Bob’s eyes widen. Her hand stroking his zipper was certainly getting his attention.

It was Mary’s turn to soundlessly gasp when she felt his hand sliding up her thigh. However, she got the last reaction by quickly popping open her jeans, pushing them down a bit and spreading her legs. Bob’s hand slid right into her snatch, to their mutual delight. Bob at least, still appreciated the good fortune of having a corner booth, where no one else could enjoy the show.

After lunch they were back on the road, the hills covered in trees. Mary had settled against Bob’s back, her hands on his chest. She was practically impaled on the saddle knob, but it was the only way to be close to Bob, and that meant sitting with her legs spread as wide open as possible. Every bump of the bike rubbed the knob against her undefended pussy.

“Bob, uh, can you, eh, put the m-music on, please, ah?”

Bob smiled. He could feel her hands gently stroking his chest. “Actually, hon, I thought you’d like to see the sights. Okay?”

Mary almost seemed disappointed, “Oh.. okay. What, whatever you, um, say, sweetie, hmm...”

As they rode, they would make occasional comments about the hills and such, but for the most part Mary seemed content to rest her head against Bob, her hands gently massaging his chest.

As they rode through a Park area, Bob noticed Mary’s hands getting a bit more energetic. He felt her moving behind him, and sometimes heard her breathing into her microphone.

After another half-hour, she asked, “Bob, why, uh, do some of the, ah, roads have ch-chains across them?”

“To keep people from going down them. They’re fire roads. They get used only during a fire. Otherwise no one goes back there.”

Mary asked, “But, you, your bike can, ah, right?”

Bob nodded, “Sure, why?”

Mary seemed relieved, “G-good. Turn off on the, uh, next fire road, please.”

Bob asked, “But, why Mary?”

Mary whined, “Bob, ah, please, just DO IT!”

Bob nodded, “Okay, okay. Looks like there’s one just ahead. Okay, got your belt on, right? It’s going to be rough.”

Mary gripped him harder.

They rode about a quarter mile on the dirt road before Mary asked Bob to stop. They were in the middle of a grove. They got off the bike and removed their helmets.

It was still in the grove, with only the sounds of a few birds. The afternoon sun filtered through the branches. Bob turned to Mary and asked, “It’s beautiful, but why’d you want to come way out here?”

Mary dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. As she carefully brought out his cock, she moaned, “I can’t wait any longer, I need you in me now“. She took him in her mouth and quickly made him hard. Then she got up and started taking off her clothes feverishly.

Bob watched her, and asked, “Um, Mary? You know, we may not be able to find your stuff if you keep tossing it like that.”

Mary growled, “I don’t care! I can’t stand it any longer! I’ve got to have you in me, filling me!” The jeans and panties were pushed down together. She stood there, in her socks and one shoe, breathing heavily, as she advanced on Bob. “Bob, lover, I need your cock in me now! Please, baby, please, don’t keep me waiting...” She turned and leaned over the bike, her legs opened wide. She looked over her shoulder at him, licked her lips, and mewled, “Take me, honey, take me now!”

Bob stood there, amazed. He never would have guessed she’d be so voracious. A groan of frustration from Mary caught his attention.

Mary had gotten off the bike and turned toward him. The lust she felt was clear to see in her eyes, her hard nipples, and the dampness between her legs. She swayed her hips as she strolled over to him. She purred, “I understand, lover. You’ve been driving the bike all day and you’re tired. My big, strong man wants it too, and I’m being selfish. Here, sexy, let me do my part...”

Mary placed his hands on her breasts, moaning as he began to play with her tits. “Oh, yeah, baby, you know how to make me feel soooo good. Walk with me, sugar, let me help you...” Mary placed her hands on his hips and began to back up to the bike. When she reached the bike, her asscheeks just touched the seat. She raised herself up on tiptoes, looked into his eyes, and husked, “Just let me do the work, sweetheart, and you enjoy the ride...” She pulled him close and then impaled herself on his tool. She began to rise up and down on tiptoe, riding his cock. The bike seat helped her. Soon Bob’s hands moved to her hips and he began moving her up and down, driving his rod deeper into her sopping pussy.

When he exploded in her, Mary’s head tilted back and she screamed her orgasm, an incoherent babble interspersed with his name. When they both finished, Mary rested her head on Bob’s shoulder for a few moments. When she finally regained her breath, she sighed, “Oh, baby, I’ve never felt that good. Why’d I have to wait until now to find out how wonderful you are. You are so, so, I can’t even put it into words. You’re just so, oh, baby, I’ll never feel this good with anyone else, ever. You are it. I wish you’d stay a few days before heading home. I know you’d really enjoy it. I know we can feel even better in bed. Please, baby?”

Bob stroked her hair. Suddenly, he was at a loss for words. “I, um...”

Mary broke the embrace and knelt down, starting to lick his cock clean. She voice had a tinge of fear as she asked, “Wasn’t I good enough, baby? Did I do something wrong? Is there something you want me to say or do, honey?” She took his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sought every bit of cum and pussy juice. She looked up at him, anxiously waiting for Bob to say something.

She started kissing his balls and cock as she continued, a bit more worried since he had said nothing. “Sweetie, if you have some fantasy or role you want me to play, just tell me. Whatever my sexy man wants, I’ll do it. Just stay for awhile, please?” She looked up at Bob and gave him a saucy smile as she licked the underside of his cock from balls to tip.

Bob felt himself getting hard again. He blushed. “We, uh, we have to, to get you to your place before five.”

Mary kissed the head of his cock and looked up at him. Her expression changed slightly as she spoke. “I’m sorry, Bob. I’m coming on too strong, huh?”

Bob nodded.

Mary sighed. “Bob, I, I’ve just never felt this strongly about anyone, ever. You’ve turned my world upside down. You’re all I think about now. And you make me feel good like no one ever has. This is all new to me. I’ve never had to ask anyone to stay with me. But I’m asking now, and I’m sorry if I don’t say it right. Just, uh, just don’t run if I’m coming on too strong, okay? Give me a chance to show you that you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you, ‘kay? Did that come out right?”

Bob nodded.

Mary smiled. “Okay Bob, tell me when we get there. I just hope you’ll think about the last few days. How well we’ve gotten along, what we have in common. We’re friends. But, honey, do you really want to give up a body that’s yours whenever and wherever you want it, hm? Don’t you like my body, baby?", she pouted.

Bob nodded, “Um, yeah, you’re beautiful, Mary, so wonderfully beautiful.”

Mary rose to her feet and gave him a kiss on the lips. “Well, then, think about it, lover. Stay and it’s at your beck and call, darling.” She kissed him again. “But for now, sugar, have you seen my other shoe?”

They reach the neighborhood where the university students lived. He brought her to her apartment, then helped her unload the stuff they brought and unpack the boxes she had shipped up earlier, which hadn’t been too much. Each time he got ready to leave, she’d find another task that needed his help.

“Bob, could you please put this box up on the top shelf? I can’t reach it.”

Bob looked at the shelf, then pulled a stool over to stand on.

Mary chimed, “Let me help. Don’t want you falling down on the job!”

Bob stepped up onto the stool and began to put the box up. Mary stood behind him and held his thighs. After a few moments she pulled closer and sighed as she rested her face against him, just below his belt.

“Mary, that’s not helping.”

He didn’t see her grin as she replied, “Sorry, sweetie, let’s try this.” She walked in front of him, quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and shorts down. His erect member sprang out. She gave his cock a slow lick and asked, “Is this better?” Without waiting for an answer she took his cock into her mouth while wrapping her arms around his upper legs. Her hands rested on his cheeks. Mary was making sure he didn’t fall down.

Bob, however, was a bit concerned as he asked, “Mary?! I’m trying not to drop this box!”

Mary stopped long enough to kiss his balls and groan, “Let it drop, baby, it’s just blankets. Gawd, you’re so tasty...” and proceeded to deepthroat him.

Bob let the box fall. “Mary, uh, oh, I’ve gotta get down.”

Mary paused long enough to husk, “Baby, I’m already going down.”

Bob gasped, “No, I really mean it. Hey, what are you doing now?”

Mary purred, “I’m going to help you get down, honey. Put your hands on my shoulders, oh yeah, now step down. Oh-oh-oh, no, lay down here, baby, nice and comfy. Um, hm...”

“Mary... oh, oh, that’s... so... yeah...”

Mary had pulled her own jeans down and had impaled herself on Bob’s rod of steel. She smiled at Bob as she pulled off her blouse and let her breasts swing free. She reached out to his hands and helped him cup her tits as she slowly rose and fell on his manhood. It was a long, slow ride before Bob finally exploded in Mary as she shuddered to her climax.

Finally, she had no more tasks and he got on his bike. She stood at the door of the apartment building. He waved and put on his helmet. He was just starting the engine when he heard a door slam. She ran up to him and grabbed the other helmet. Mary whimpered into the mike, “I love you. Don’t go.”

She looked at him, her eyes full of tears. “Surely”, she implored, “there’s something here worth staying for”.

He stopped the bike and took off the helmet. He faced her. Her eyes were wet with tears as she mouthed ‘please stay’.

Bob swallowed hard. He asked, “How would you feel if I told you this was what I had hoped for?”

She wiped her eyes as she said, “Then I’d say you got your wish, sweetie. Stay here... with me, please?”

Bob looked down. “But, um, how do you know it’s me you want?”

Mary put the helmet back on the bike. She put her arms akimbo as she fixed him with a frown. “Bob Stephens, do you think I make love with every guy who gives me a ride? Tell every man I date that I love him?” Her tone was angry as she asked, “Are you calling me a whore?”

Bob stammered, “No, no, I never... Mary, please, you’ve got to understand—”

She put up her hand. “What I understand..” She paused, then continued softly, “is that you’ve loved me for years. And I kept you away. I didn’t know until we took this trip how much I mean to you. And... how much you mean to me.”

Bob just sat there, openmouthed.

Mary smiled and caressed his cheek. “Bob, I don’t know how, but in the last few days I’ve learned so much about us and what we need to be happy. And what we need is each other. Now, please, lover, come inside and stay with me. I love you and need you more than I’ve ever loved or needed anyone. And if you don’t start believing me I’m going to be kicking your keister until you do! And you know I will. So, please, honey, stay.”

He looked down at the ground a moment, “But, um, what would your roommate say? She’s not going to want a guy around.”

Now it was Mary’s turn to blush. “Well, um, I don’t, um, have a roomie... yet. I was waiting until I got up here, so, um, I’ve got a room... it’s yours, ah, if you want it.”

He got off the motorcycle and smiled. “I really want to, but all these apartments are for university students, and I’m not a student here.”

She seemed to deflate a moment, then brightened, “No, you’re not a student yet, hon! Tomorrow morning we’ll apply for you to go here. I know it’s too late for this quarter, okay, but we’ll tell them, I don’t know, we’ll tell them you were going to apply for fall, but something happened, and, and, it’s all taken care of, and you’re ready now. And then we’ll talk to the campus rental people, and show them you’re registered, and we’ll be okay, ‘kay?”

She looked at him. She was biting her lip, her face anxious, as if she couldn’t decide whether to burst into tears because she didn’t want to lose him, or because he’d stay. She’d never felt this strongly about anyone before. Her stomach felt like it was butterfly heaven. She gripped the helmet, because she didn’t know what else to do with her hands. She timidly asked again, “’kay?”

He looked at her. He’d loved her for so long, and now... “’kay.”

She ran to him and hugged him, kissing him. When she paused, he picked her up and carried her back to her, uh, their apartment. She looked up at him and grinned, “And after you’re signed up, can we go for a long ride? I never knew how much I love to go riding with you and listen to your music.”