Her ex

She couldn't come here with her ex-boyfriend (she was slowly getting used to the expression). He wasn't a biker. A mistake she would never make again. He'd only ridden with her once, and then only to hold on to her tits from behind. No feeling for the vibration, for the acceleration, nothing. He was far too conservative for her in other ways too. Absolutely vanilla in bed, complete with lights out and everything. Vanilla sex. Now, looking back, she was annoyed that she'd actually only let him do it for the looks. And maybe because he could talk like a book. But his jokes weren't funny and his topics weren't hers in the end. Now he was dating the dullest bitch from eleventh grade, dumb as a post, hanging on his every word and even laughing at his jokes, and not just out of politeness. She wasn't even particularly pretty, but the family probably had money and for someone who wanted to do a degree in business studies, that was probably the most important argument.

One more turn and then came the long incline that successfully kept cyclists away. Cars were now also driving along the country road through the valley, which was completed a few years ago. Anyone who wanted to go up this road knew why. Sabine knew why.

She took the incline at 60 km/h, only slightly under-revving, pressed herself against the tank and felt the engine working on her. Her clitoris seemed to touch the engine block, her nipples pressed firmly through her top against the leather, which sent additional shivers through her body. Her panties had long since softened completely. At the top, just before the crossroads, she could already see the large entrance to the forest, her so-called rest area, where she was about to prepare herself. But first she drove in the opposite direction. To be on the safe side. Because she hadn't seen the route since last year. She had to see if anything was different, grit on the road, holes in the asphalt, maybe lumberjacks working here? She wanted to check everything, because she also wanted to avoid spectators for what she was planning to do today.

Halfway along the route, she came to the 'opposite junction', the descent into the valley opposite the driveway she had come up. It also looked unused. Not a soul around until she finally arrived at her destination. At one point towards the end, the asphalt was a little roughened, probably because the road surface was to be resurfaced. The grooves ran across the road in a motorcyclist-friendly way. When she saw this, she was annoyed at first, until she rode a few meters on it. The vibrations from the tires were stronger, much stronger than she would normally experience here. And that for almost three hundred meters. She drove back and forth again until she realized that only 40 km/h would have the best effect for her purposes.

Her rest area was not a real rest area but a large entrance to the forest for forestry work. Piles of tree trunks were stored here, which had been felled at some point but never collected. A pipe protruded from a hewn stone from which water flowed into a basin and from there formed a trickle down into the valley. A spring. A sign said 'No drinking water' but it tasted wonderfully cool and refreshing. Sabine took a drink after she had jacked up the bike on the main stand and then sat back on it, leaned back and rested her head on the suitcase. She put her feet up and rested them on the handles. That was enough to keep her going, she thought, and relaxed instantly. She listened to nature. The babbling of the spring, the chirping of the birds, a woodpecker hammering far away, the rustling of leaves, her own breathing, nothing else.

Well, almost. The zipper of her leather suit as she slowly opened it. Her heartbeat as she reached in with her hand, landed right in her crotch, felt the wetness, a twitch that went through her whole body as her finger stroked her clit. Otherwise, silence. She thought longingly of the first time she had been here.