The bike

Sabine got to her bike, pulled on her leather suit and gloves, put on her helmet and roared off. Only after ten minutes of riding did she realize that she had involuntarily chosen her favourite route in the low mountain range. She hadn't been there for far too long. Apparently, this was exactly what she needed now. And she needed it badly.

At the traffic lights, she played with the accelerator and clutch to control the vibration. If she let the clutch come in a little when she was in a gear, she reduced the rpm to just before stalling. When she then squeezed her legs together, the vibration was transmitted directly to her clitoris. Alternating with a short burst of throttle, she was able to create a certain basic horniness in herself that she would later build on.

In fact, she had even chosen the bike for this aspect: Vibrations. She test rode a few motorcycles until she landed on this one. As soon as she started it up, she knew it was a serious contender. After the ride, she was sure that she wouldn't have to look at any other bike. Displacement up to the limit was not only good for the vibrations and the sound, but also for enough horsepower that she could let the front wheel lift off when accelerating. She practiced this for many hours. She liked her bike with an openly visible engine even though it required regular cleaning. The beefy body was also far too bulky for a petite person like Sabine. Anyway, the bike was awesome, looked great, had a great sound and a powerful tingling sensation, it was the best damn sex toy she could have bought.

Of course, it was also the bike she could least afford. The purchase price (at least used was cheaper), insurance, taxes, gas and when she needed a new set of tires, she almost lost faith. Her parents supported her with the most important things, but she had to work for the rest, which is why she waited tables. Fuck it, she'll get a new job.

Yellow. Clutch pulled, second gear already engaged, pull the throttle and let the engine hiss. Green. Don't let the clutch come in too fast, accelerate, the engine roars, feel the acceleration, pay attention to the revs, let off the gas, change gear without the clutch, accelerate again, feel the acceleration again. Again and again. That alone could send Sabine into ecstasy. The top speed wasn't important, but accelerating to (of course only exactly the permitted legal) top speed within a few seconds was the feeling of pure freedom. The car behind her had not yet properly crossed the junction when she had to take her foot off the accelerator, shifting up two gears until the venomous whirring between her thighs could once again be felt as a dull, exciting rumble.

Her favorite route was a circuit along a mountain path with several incredible panoramas and was varied not only in terms of the views but also the course. Sabine had been there so often that she knew exactly what speed she could use to take which bend, how fast she could go and at the same time she could control her excitement depending on how she rode which section of the route. The whole route was tailored to her and her lust. Damn, she could only orgasm by riding a motorcycle.

That's exactly why it was her favorite route and exactly why she was on her way there.