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Transformation (Julie's Story)

Warning: This Story contains descriptions of intimacy and explicit language. 'Adults Only'

Chrome glistened, seemingly from every direction, shooting spots of light into dark corners, windshields and visions as Julie stared at the enormity of bikes gathered for the rally. Strolling casually through the myriad of activity, Julie watched the constant flux of humanity ride on the streets now blocked only allowing the bikes to pass through. The vendors hawked their wares over the crowd hoping to sell to those wanting to add to the details of their rides. Noise, dust, and leather filled the hot August morning. The streets of Biloxi undulated with the writhing souls of bikers and wannabes.

Julie had been here many times before, each year the same. The same venders, detailers, same leather, same patches, even the faces looked familiar without knowing who they were. Picking a different route to meander down, she headed to where the bikes for judging were going to be. The amazing tattoos that some people put on their rides were stunning, the only thing that changed each year. As she started up one row, each bike did not disappoint. The vibrant colors, or the messages they stated, made an impact on her. With her eyes focused on the bike in front of her, she almost missed the unusual sight of a woman on her own ride, about to take off.

Her heart skipped a beat at the beautiful sight. This woman, strong, vibrant, had the grace that women of Mississippi are known for. A glimpse of her face captured in Julie’s memory forever as the woman finished talking with a small group of interested passers-by. Her high cheek bones, shoulder length hair, sweet smile took Julie’s breath away. Watching her climb up on the bike, Julie opened her mouth before she could stop to it reign it in ‘Why are you leaving so soon?’

Startled sea green eyes turned and focused on her as if her mind had been a thousand miles away. Julie watched the subtle nuances of the woman’s face transformed from guarded, to surprise, then hopeful, and finally thoughtful. It fascinated and intrigued her to see the flow of emotions as they passed through those beautiful eyes. Her heart quickened and her courage lifted. Introducing herself, Julie couldn’t help but notice the firm handshake that wouldn’t let go. The quiet strength and passion of this woman ~ Becky, she had said her name was ~ had transmitted through the heat of their still joined hands. Julie found herself drawn inexplicably to this stranger and lust gravitated to her mind, threatening to take over. Becky responded to the greeting with the expected ‘Pleasure to meet you too Julie.’

Feeling quite the Romeo, Julie leaned in to keep other ears from hearing and boldly offered to show her what real pleasure was. Deep crimson splashed across Becky’s face as if Julie just caught her with a big secret. She couldn’t remember much of the conversation that ensued, all she knew was that she enjoyed the sound of Becky’s voice, the way she stood, the curve of her back, the lightness in her eyes. They talked long into the dinner hour, neither one wanting their time to end. Becky made the next move.

Dinner plans made, Julie slipped comfortably behind Becky on the bike, like pieces of a puzzle, her arms wrapped around a quivering body and the heat began. The ride was blurring, dinner just gave rise to other interests and topics, easy in exchange, but the undercurrent of sexual intent grew as dinner came to a close.

Standing nervously as Julie finished locking the door to the hotel room, Becky visibly shook in her excitement. The Cheshire Cat grin on Julie’s face turned and kissed Becky deeply. Each knew from that moment this was love and the passion would be forever. Then to her surprise Becky admitted to never having been with a woman. Heart beating loudly in her ears, Julie softened drew her bandana from around her waist and asked “Do you trust me?” Becky nodded. Using it as a blindfold, Julie wanted her new lover to enjoy all the sensations of love making without the distraction of their surroundings.

Her lover stood, eyes covered, waiting expectantly for the pleasure to come. Running her hands lightly over the fabric covering Becky’s arms, Julie began to shut down the part of her brain that dealt with reality and allowed the instinct of intimacy take over. Her hands began to explore Becky’s body, running languid fingers at increasing pace in the excitement of the moment. Slowly she lifted the shirt that restricted her exploration over the other woman’s head. A sharp intake as the cool air of the room instantly gave rise to the goose bumps as each reacted from the heat within. Kissing her lover’s neck, Julie could feel the pounding f Becky’s heart, quick but steady as the anticipation of pleasure rose with each touch, each caress. Bringing her mouth to the taught nipples, the sound of a low moan reached her ears, encouraging her mouth to have its way. Her tongue flickered hungrily at the nip before her. Her hands held each breast, massaging, playing. Julie felt Becky reach around and pull her head harder onto the nipples, needing this pleasure, feeding the need.

Sliding a free hand down Becky’s body, Julie felt the soft material of the jeans rub against the backside of her skin. Becky leaned in still closer as Julie found the slick cleft and the hidden clit within the folds. Curling her fingers, Julie slipped her them inside the warmth of Becky’s core. Her lover’s moans and weakened knees of the intense penetration grew with each thrust made. Becky put her hands on Julie’s shoulders stopping her from doing anymore and pleaded to lie on the bed before she dropped involuntarily to the floor. Bringing her to the bed, Julie removed the remnants of clothing and prompted herself between the willingness of the woman below her. Lowering herself down until her pussy met Becky’s, Julie closed her eyes, the hungry animal within began its slow rocking of hips. The vibrations, the heat, the smells of love emanating from their love making began an earnest loss of control. Each woman rocked the other, and the rippling effect of the orgasm grew with each ensuing thrust. Coinciding orgasms blasted through the women, their breath caught in the rush of pleasure. Collapsing upon her new lover, Julie gazed into eyes that hungered for more.

Without ceremony, Becky rolled Julie onto her back and lay between her legs. The first flick of Becky’s tongue on her clit sent the first wave of desire in an already heated body. Fingers found their mark, found their rhythm, a pulse for which all Julie could do was to give into this woman. To let her fuck her and enjoy the sensations this woman was creating.

To Julies’ surprise, her orgasm ripped quickly to her core, and she came hard. Her lover tasted sweet honey for the first time and was starved for more. Their ever increasing appetite for making love only slowed when sleep dominated and their energy was tapped. Love blossomed to promises kept and dreams began. Julie was transformed. Her lover would become her wife. Motorcycles would always make them smile. And bandanas were always kept handy.

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