Man or Mandy?

I had just ridden into town on my Harley to enjoy the local motorcycle rally. I checked in at the hotel, tossed my gear into my room, then jumped back on my bike and headed into town.

I rode around a long lazy curve and saw a car on the opposite side with its hood up, and a beautiful round ass, barely covered with a pair of Daisy Dukes, stretching down to a long pair of shapely legs.

I pulled up in front of the car, hopped of my bike, and asked if I could help. She stood up and my heart stopped for a second.

She stood about 5' 9", had shoulder length reddish brown hair, and deep green eyes. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt with "Biker Chick" stretched across her large tits.

"I hope someone can, it just fucking died." She had a deep sultry voice that made my cock start to stir in my jeans.

"Let me take a look." I poked around under the hood for a few minutes and found the problem, a cracked distributor cap.

"You're not going to find one today." I told her. "Can I give you a ride?"

"I guess so. You going to the rally?" "Can I go with you?" she asked

"Sure hop on."

"I'm Dave." I told her.

"Mandy." She grinned.

We got on my bike and roared in to town. She leaned into me and wrapped he arms around me. As we rode on she relaxed her grip on me and her arms slide lower on me. Her hands settled so close to my cock I couldn't stop it from stiffening. She couldn't help but notice the bulge growing under her hand, but she didn't move it.

I found a place to park amidst the huge crowd of bikes. We hopped off, and I figured I'd seen the last of her. Then she asked me if she could hang with me. She said she would feel safer if she was with a man.

"Of course!" I told her, not believing my luck. She grabbed my hand and we wandered off to check out the venders and do some people watching. The only problem was, I couldn't take my eyes off of her.