Motorcycle holiday

Don't worry, I will be finishing the Busting at the beach series eventually, but in the mean time I thought I would post this James and Daisy story.

James and Daisy were on one of their regular holidays on their motorbikes.  They loved taking their bikes and exploring new places, James on his big blue Kawasaki and Daisy on her smaller green Suzuki.  They had been camping most of the time, but the campsites had been very busy this summer so they decided to book themselves into a small hotel for a few days for a little extra privacy.

Daisy in particular had been getting frustrated at not being able to find an out of the way campsite without many people.  She thought that James was hot most of the time, with just a few rare exceptions, but she especially loved seeing him in his riding gear.  His jeans were taught around his muscular thighs and tucked into his engineer boots and he had undone his leather jacket exposing the tight white t-shirt underneath.  He unlocked the door to the room and walked in, running a hand through his thick, dirty blonde hair, fluffing it up where it had been flattened down by his helmet.  She closed the door behind them and James shucked off his jacket, tossing it onto the bed.  Daisy did likewise, revealing a similarly close-fitting t-shirt underneath, though hers was pale green, matching her bike.

“Finally, we’ve got some privacy,” Daisy said, blowing out a deep breath.

James chuckled a little.  “Yeah.  It’s been a while so I can guess what you want to do.  How do you want me?”

“Oh James, you have no idea how much I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” she stepped up close to him and ran her hand down the valley between his pecs, “I want you just as you are, so just spread those legs.”

Daisy took a step back again and reached down to take off her boots, but James caught her hand.

“No, no.  I love those boots on you, please keep them on.”

They were quite tall and dark brown rather than the usual black the majority of motorcycle boots seemed to be and each had half a dozen buckles at the side.  James was not ashamed to admit that he was something of a leg man and the boots were the perfect offset to the tight-fitting jeans she was wearing.

She smiled.  “Of course, if that’s what you want.”

He nodded and stepped back again, planting his feet firmly a shoulders width apart.  Daisy took a step back herself, her boots squeaking ever so slightly and put her hands on her hips.  James felt something starting to stir downstairs and grinned.  He knew the boots would hurt more, but if he got to enjoy the view in the mean time it was worth it.

Daisy rolled her eyes slightly, knowing exactly what was going through James’ mind, and pulled her leg back before powering her foot into his groin.  He made a very slight grunt, but otherwise gave no outward indication of pain.  This was the other thing that Daisy liked about James’ motorcycle gear, the thickness and padding in his jeans absorbed a fair amount of the energy of her kicks, which meant she could really go all out without worrying about doing too much damage.  She drove her boot into James’ balls another five times before pausing.

“How are they doing, honey?”

“They’re fine.  Fire away.”

With a wicked smile Daisy stepped back and launched a full force kick into James’s nuts, and then another, and another.  After a dozen more kicks James was clearly beginning to feel it, the meaty thud of Daisy’s boot connecting with his groin being followed by grunts that were definitely starting to sound pained.

She stepped forward and flung her arms around James’ neck, pulling his head down to meet hers.

“I love you so much, James.”

“I love you too, Daisy.”

James hugged her back and they kissed passionately.  They broke the kiss but remained hugging and Daisy brought her leg back and slammed her knee into James’ balls.  She felt James tense and tighten his grip and she repeated it another three times.  She snaked her hand down to James’ crotch and cupped his bulge through the thick fabric of his jeans.  James moaned softly against her neck.

“How are they feeling now?”

“Definitely starting to feel it a bit now.”

She powered another knee into his nuts and then stepped back again, this time to launch into a series of rapid marching kicks, using first one leg then the other.  Each individual kick was not as powerful as the previous ones, but there was no time to recover before the next one hit and after twenty Daisy could see a slight shake in James’ knees.

They were standing just in front of the bed, and Daisy had an idea.  She gently pushed him back with her hand on his chest and he flopped down on the bed.  Then she lifted her boot and planted it in his balls, nudging him further up the bed with it.  Once his knees were level with the edge of the bed she reached down and grabbed his boots around the ankle, pulling back on them as she pressed her own boot into his balls.  Initially she had been planning to just pull his boots off, but James curled his toes back keeping them firmly on his feet and signalling that he was willing to stretch this out longer.  Daisy smiled and increased the pressure, twisting her foot slightly to grind her boot against James’ balls.  She lifted her other foot off the ground so she was being entirely supported by her boot in James’ groin and her grip on his ankles.  She could hear James groan, but he kept his toes curled.

Eventually she felt James relax his feet and she tugged off his boots, dropping them to the floor with a thud.  She took her foot off James’ groin and slipped off her own boots.  Then she placed her hands on James’ knees and used them to launch herself onto the bed, coming down with her knee on James’ nuts.  James yelped loudly.  She ground her knee into his balls and James moaned.  After a couple of minutes she stopped and moved her knee off James’ groin so she was straddling him instead.

She leant down and whispered in James’ ear, “I needed that so much.  Now it’s time for your reward.”

Despite the pain in his nuts James couldn’t help grinning.