The Biker Butch

[LeRoc]

When I first moved here one of my work colleagues introduced me to one of her gay friends, I wasn’t sure whether to be offended or flattered or just plain scared when I met the woman - a very butch lesbian 9 years older than me with big attitude and a country accent. Larger build, though far from unattractive with jet black hair greased heavily into boyish spikes. Anyway we have remained ‘acquaintances’ for the last 4 years and usually hang out about once a month in group-type situations. The reason I put 'acquaintance' not 'friend' is quite simply because I am scared of her! She is very ‘ard, swears a lot and is a bit of a ‘bruiser’ to put it politely! I like hanging out with her and she is definitely handy to have on your side when you are out but the idea of any type of one on one situation quite frankly freaked me out!

That is why I have been putting off ‘the bike ride’ for the last 3 months. You see three months ago she upgraded her Suzuki to a mean 1000cc Yamaha that you can hear 3 streets away. It is shiny blue and pretty dam sexy and she has been begging to take me for a spin for a long, long time. I have made excuses, lots and lots (and lots!) of them until they started to sound fake and finally I had no more and began to prepare myself mentally for what could only turn out to be the worst experience of my life. That is if I even survive it.

- Firstly I have never been on a motor bike before and while I love anything that epitomizes speed I also am a clumsy fool who can trip over anything. How the hell was I supposed to balance on the back of a bike on a seat that looks like a LEDGE?!

- Secondly I would have to undertake this endeavour with the scary butch, just the two of us all alone, without anyone else, alone, did I say alone?!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[LeRoc]

I finished work a bit early tonight and poured myself a glass of wine to relax my jittery nerves, I drank a few sips before realising I was being a total retard and would need all the sobriety in the world to hang on to the bike later. So I sat there nervously for the next half an hour until butch rang on my doorbell. I opened the door to a coat hanger laden with leather and I realised my fate was sealed. I’m not sure who those leathers belonged to and I didn’t dare ask but I left her in the lounge while I went off to get changed, everything was slightly too big for me but that wasn’t a bad thing as it was all tight to get on anyway and there was no way I would ask her to help. The leather pants felt pretty amazing on my legs, all cool and ‘close’. Also I was wearing kinda skimpy underwear (yes unusual for me!!) so that felt good with the pants too. I put on a jumper and the leather jacket over the top and walked into the lounge making bike noises. She whistled which made me feel good, my reflection in the glass looked like it wasn't me and the clothes were giving me a bit of confidence. She handed me gloves and a helmet and I was a mean biker chick!!....vrooooooooooooom!

That was until I got out the front door!

[Baby-Blue]

Aww bless you hunny, try being honest with her, if she gets aggressive send her my way. i will be able to sort her out - although im feminine i can still knock her out i do work out and did kickboxing

[LeRoc]

Like experimental sex it would seem that carrying a pillion passenger involves establishing a safe word too. If I was scared or uncomfortable or just had enough our safe word was ‘grease’ - a fitting choice I thought. Failing that a poke in the ribs would let her know we should stop. There were lots of other rules too but I spent some of her explanation watching her put on her leathers and not really listening. Hers were all going on OVER her normal clothes which led me to wonder if I dressed all wrong. I was acutely aware of the not unpleasant sensation of the seam of the leather on my crotch. Butch mounted the bike and gunned the engine; she spun it in a neat circle and killed it right next to me. I stood there and looked at the seat and I swear my heart went into some crazy palpitation rhythm. She turned to me and said “hop on then chick” through her open visor but I couldn’t quite move. An eternity passed.

Somehow I engaged my legs and hopped up onto the back seat. I put my feet on the bars but I had no idea where to put my body. Close to the handle at the back or far forward? Butch reached behind her and put one of her large manly hands behind me and grabbed my ass. I jumped slightly at the unexpected contact as she pulled my whole body right forward so my hip bones pressed firmly into her back. “Now hold on tight” she called, so I took the handle with my left hand and wrapped my right arm round her body. Her stomach was much firmer than I had expected and I felt a familiar tingle as I pressed my body hard into hers wriggling slightly to get wedged in tight. She pulled her visor down and started the engine. The noise was deafening and a deep thump of a vibration pulsed through my body.

[Tessa2]

I'm dying to know if you enjoyed the ride - come back and let us know!

I've rode pillion many times and can honestly say it's the biggest rush ever!!! Doing 120 down the motorway with the ground rushing past below and clinging on for dear life I love it and reading your story has reminded me that it's been far too long since my last ride. Sadly my companion has never been as sexy as your sounds, (my dad or his hairy mates, lol) She sounds hot, there is something very alluring about a pretty, butch woman on a bike

I can't wait to hear how it went xx

[somefun]

Rocy - this image is horney

butch biker and yourself - both sitting on a throbing machine

Charlie is right - you have the most fun

[Charliefar]

She absolutely does, doesn't she Somefun? ...Jammy monkey. It's obviously all happening over thar in t'West Country.

What I want to know Rocster, is - has this bolshy butch biker bruiser bird kick-started something in you? She may not have been your 'type' but god - I can imagine that kind of confidence could be a massive turn-on.

[somefun]

- has this bolshy butch biker bruiser bird kick-started something in you?

I was thinking the same thing Charlie -

I'd like to know if Rocy is more than a little intrigued with the biker bird...?

[LeRoc]

I was too tired to carry on typing on Wednesday but yes I liked being with butch. I have carried on my account of the evening but havent quite finished, I was supposed to go out hours ago so I better go now! It has been fun to type though - it was an awesome night!

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She drove the bike neatly round a parked car, my parked car actually! (how I suddenly wished we were taking that for a spin instead!) glanced behind her and then pulled into the middle of my road. It is a long straight road heading downhill into the city. For a millisecond it felt like we were still before she accelerated like I have never accelerated before. The bike does 0 to 60 in 2.5 seconds (apparently) I guess we did 0 to 40 in less - so much for taking it easy. The acceleration really knocked me, I couldn’t breath and my stomach was somewhere way back, I could hardly hold my body upright let alone my head. I was holding on to her soooooo tight I think I had grabbed the front of her jacket and had a great ball of it in my hand, heaven knows how she was breathing. I hated it and was scared totally shitless, I couldn’t even see the houses everything was one big blur. This was hell. I would have shouted, even screamed (!) but the air was caught in my throat, I remembered the ‘jab in the ribs’ clause but there was no way on earth I could move either of my hands to do any jabbing. I was taking the expression ‘white knuckles’ to a whole new level. Then at last we hit the little roundabout at the bottom and she slowed to join the queue of traffic. I think she sensed my fear because she brought it in really gently. “Ok chick?” she asked when the engine quietened to a dull rumble. I didn’t know what to reply, I was about as un-ok as I could possibly be. But the thought of chickening out didn’t really sit well with me, especially in front of this daredevil butch. I had to carry it through once even if I never ever did it again and turning back round half a mile down the road was hardly a ride. Somehow I swallowed back the lump in my throat and nodded my yes, I wasn’t going to risk speaking, I knew it would come out in a squeak. She angled her left mirror on me pulled up her visor and winked. God she was cocky.

[LeRoc]

Still holding on so so tightly we weaved our way through the traffic as she crossed town. Everywhere was pretty busy with folk still coming home from work so progress was slow and I was really aware of the terrible smell of car fumes. However at this gentle speed I didn’t feel like I was going to die and I took comfort in the stopping and starting. I even managed a bit of a giggle when we stopped at the lights to let two girls cross and I heard one say ‘I wish I had a boyfriend with a bike, she’s well lucky’. At last we pulled gently on to the dual carriageway out of the city and we were free. This time she increased speed very gently and sat cruising in the outside lane just below the speed limit. I didn’t relax my tight grip and I didn’t dare move a single bit even though I was quite uncomfortable but I could at least breathe vaguely normally now and had begun to get the hang of how to stay on best. When she slowed down I needed to grip the handle more and when she sped up I needed to offset by holding tight to her.

[LeRoc]

Soon other traffic seemed to peater away and I tore my gaze from the centre of the road ahead (like a learner driver!) and noticed the beautiful countryside we were heading into. Everything looked so green after the weird super sunny and super rainy weather we have had lately. It was a gorgeous warm evening, clear blue sky and a dazzling sun. Butch pulled up her visor and turned a little in her seat “open your visor baby and smell the countryside!” I wanted to but I daren’t let go so I couldn’t. The road ran right next to Chew Valley lake and she skidded the bike to a halt in the gravel by the water and turned off the engine. I jumped off with a bit of a struggle (it is surprisingly high up) and welcomed the still ground beneath me. My hands were still shaking as I took my gloves off and I struggled with the helmet clasp. “Here” she said “its like a seat belt” and let me free. She took my arm and steered me towards the water (dam this woman loves empowerment!) we looked out over the clear still lake and admired the colours of the sky as the sun started to set. It was very beautiful. Ooooo it is here in fact… http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/4/4c/Herriotts06-04.jpg you can see the road passing right through.

[LeRoc]

“Come on then we better go we have lots more to see”. I kind of wanted to stay here longer as it was so lovely plus my left arm had locked in a straight-out position where I had it bent behind me to the handle and my right hand hurt where I had held her jacket so tight. But I mounted behind her again and settled myself more comfortably in the seat. This time I swapped arms and vowed to relax and loosen my grip.

We sped off towards Cheddar, the only vehicle on the road and at LAST I started to feel like I could enjoy this. “Lift your bloody visor, you are steaming up!” how embarrassing - but this time I let go of the handle and carefully lifted the visor a little. Straight away I felt what she was feeling - a powerful rush of whistling air that smelt so AMAZING far more intense than when we were still. It smelt of grass and maybe animals but above all really fresh and clean! I took long deep breaths and my head cleared. Dam this felt good! The hot bike vibrating beneath me, the hot dyke between my legs. Every now and then I could smell her aftershave and her leather in the rushing air. Maybe she saw me looking at her reflection in the mirror because she shouted something, I couldn’t catch what it was though. Perhaps something to do with going faster because she put that arm back round me again and pulled my body even tighter into her back then she accelerated hard like on my road when we first set off but this time not 0 to 40 but 60 to 100 then faster. She bowed her head like a racing horse and I copied, resting my chin on her back so I could just see over her, she was shielding me from most of the force but I could feel it pushing her hard back into me. 110mph, the road was empty and straight, 120mph this felt amazing. I let out an excited “wahooooooo” and she shouted back “yeeeeeeeeeeeea baby!” we were flying! I felt so happy and alive and free, I am grinning just remembering now. The thrill and exhilaration!! The power and noise!! YEA!!

[LeRoc]

We came to a 40 sign and soon a tiny village, she slowed right up and took the quiet road like my Dad would, I felt proud to be with her - this woman knew boundaries. An old man cutting his lawn called out ‘lovely evening’ as we eased gently past. “Too right” she called back. I saw his surprise as he heard the femininity in her voice. She killed the engine in a patch of grass a little way off and I hopped off wondering what was in store. She undid my helmet again (even though I was capable myself now) and carried it with hers as she walked round the side of a building, I followed confused and then enjoyably surprised as I realised we were in a quiet pub garden and the view - oh man it was beautiful! We were incredibly high up and looking down over a steep valley. I hadn’t noticed the climb on the bike. The view didn’t look like it was England, more reminiscent of when I was in Australia. Vast plains of dry grass and rocky crevices covered in moss. I guess we were probably near Wookey as I bet some of those rocks roofed some deep caves. I had stood admiring the view for long enough for butch to get us pints of cider and a packet of crisps. Not really my top choice but then I wouldn’t have expected any less from her. She steered me towards a table and brushed off some crumbs from where I was about to sit. A sweet old-fashioned move that made me forget my twinge of annoyance at not being asked what I wanted to drink. We drunk mostly in silence but not uncomfortably so, it didn’t seem fitting to be loud in these surroundings. She asked me about the ride and I raved on about how wonderful it made me feel and how safe I felt with her. I was hyped and probably rambled some crap but I could tell she liked my compliments.

[LeRoc]

Despite my leather attire the temperature really began to drop as soon as the sun went down. I probably shivered subconsciously because she said ‘right lets go, better get you home’ Half of me wanted to stay longer but the other half was looking forward to the ride back. ‘We are going a different way, we climbed the long way up but we are going the steep way down’. Exciting.

This time she didn’t have to pull me into position, I wrapped my legs tightly round her and didn’t bother with the back handle I enveloped both my arms round her muscular waist linking my hands resting them on the chassis of the bike (which probably has a name). She started the engine and put on the bike lights illuminating a mass of tiny insects. She swung the bike out into the dark and leaned back into me.

[somefun]

Rocy, woman, that was so cool and sexy...

and beautifully written.

thanks

SFx