First Ride

I love leather and skirts. The whole biker aesthetic got me hot! I got my first taste when I was fourteen. I was so young back then. I had no idea of the woman that I would become.

“How do I look?” I asked. I took care to get dressed up today. My boyfriend lifted his head. I held out my arms. Short black leather skirt, faded dark red vintage rocker T-shirt, black fishnet stockings, and black leather high-heeled boots.

“Cool,” he said. I frowned.

“That’s it?” I asked. My boyfriend shrugged.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked. I puffed up my cheeks. Why can’t he understand? I worked so hard on this outfit. I went out of my way for this. I huffed and walked out to the room.

“Baby!” he shouted. “Baby, come back!” I paused in the doorway.

“You look so hot!” he said, sounding desperate. “You are so sexy in that punk rock attire.” My heart started racing in my chest. I pressed my lips together as hard as I could. I wasn’t going to give in that easily. Let him think I was mad at him.

“Your pink pigtails make you look hotter than any idol girl in the world,” he said. My hand trembled at the door. I tightly shut my eyes. Still, I wouldn’t give in. Not yet, anyway. I had to work him up to get him to cave. After all, he hurt my feelings after I put so much effort into looking sexy like this. He has to be the one to make it up to me. Let him plead and try to win me back.

Then he pulled the line that made me turn back around.

“And your ass looks great in that skirt,” my boyfriend said. I turned around. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay,” I said with a dramatic sigh. “I forgive you.” He held out his arms.

“Come here,” he said. I ran over to the bed, giggling. I pressed my lips against his. He pushed me down onto my back. He took advantage of me opening my mouth and shoving my tongue inside. Our tongues engaged in a beautiful wrestling match. I grabbed onto his jeans and unzipped them. I reached down into his pants and boxers. My boyfriend moaned as I began stroking him. He moaned in my mouth. I broke off the kiss and took a breath.

“Do you want to take my outfit off?” I whispered in his ear. My boyfriend whimpered as I jerked him off slowly.

“Hm?” I asked.

“Y-Y-Yes,” he whimpered out. I smirked as an idea formed in my head. I snickered as I slowed down my hand.

“Show me how badly you want to,” I purred. I licked my lips as I stared at him with a hungry look in my eyes.

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When I was fourteen, the first boy I had a crush on wore a leather jacket. He was sixteen and was staying with his grandmother for the summer. All of the girls liked him. They tried to get his attention. And they did everything. They all had different reasons why they liked him. Me? It was that leather jacket he wore. I thought it made him look so cool.

I remembered the first time he spoke to me. My friend, Ami, and I were down at the only open convenience store in that town. Mama sent me to buy a daikon for dinner. My friend just wanted a soda. Just a simple shopping trip. Nothing special.

Ami and I made it down to the store. We were about to go in when, who to our wandering eyes do we see walking out of the store? That beautiful boy with the leather jacket. Ami and I froze with cheeks so red. He had a freshly opened bottle of Ramune in his hand. He had just taken a sip from the bottle. Ami and I were trying to figure out what to say to such a beautiful boy. He stopped and looked at us.

“Hey girls,” that beautiful boy said. Hey girls. It was just two words, but they might as well have been words from the Heavens. I thought I was going to fly away in bliss. I don’t remember if I said anything to him. That didn’t matter now that I think about it. The rest of that shopping trip and what happened after he left were not important to me. That little moment started off my love of leather and the biker aesthetic.

I had to have more.

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My current boyfriend pouted and whimpered. I didn’t take his eyes off of him as I started getting wet in my panties.

“Y-Y-Y-Yes, Mommy,” he said. I raised my eyebrow.

“Yes, Mommy what?” I asked. My boyfriend gulped as he started trembling. My hips slowly ground him. Pre-cum leaked through his boxers and jeans.

“Yes, Mommy Leather!” he yelped. I licked my lips.

“Good boy,” I said. I pulled down his jeans and boxers. I slid down to his waist and rewarded him with his cock in my mouth.