Before we could talk more, the kids all came over and wanted to talk about the jumps. I took the GoCam off my helmet and let them watch the run from my point of view. They couldn’t wait until they were big enough to graduate to bigger bikes. They were running 80cc’s compared to my 250cc’s. I could see why you wouldn’t want to put them on the bigger bikes, but at the same time imagined them flying through the sky and having a wonderful time.
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After I had changed into my street clothes, I found Brook and Ellen talking about leather.
“There are several different types. Full-grain has been made from the whole hide, including the outer layer of skin. It’s tough, long-lasting stuff, but frequently has blemishes and marks from the animal’s life. Top grain would be the preferred material for most jackets; again, it’s the whole outer hide, but with the skin smoothed off to make an even surface. Genuine leather is an industry term for leather made from the inner hide. It’s thinner, cheaper, and less durable than top grain or full grain, but it has still been made from a whole piece of animal hide. Finally, there’s bonded leather, a cheap, low-quality material made from scraps of leather pressed down and chemically bonded together.
“Then we offer different types of hides. Steerhide is the skin of adult cows, which is the byproduct of slaughtering for meat. It’s tough, stiff, and requires an extended break-in period; but it provides excellent durability and protection. Bison performs much like steerhide, with a little added suppleness and a unique vein pattern that gives it a more prominent texture. Deerskin is a lighter material, often used for warmer-weather jackets. It’s not as damage-resistant as the other hides, but stretches well and doesn’t wear thin. Lambskin is the softest and smoothest conventionally used leather. It has an almost silky hand feel but isn’t as durable as other hides.
“There are also different treatments and finishes that can affect how the leather looks and feels. One steerhide jacket might be bright, glossy, and stiff, where another will be weathered, cracked, and softer. So long as you’ve got the material you want in a top or full grain, the rest is a matter of personal preference,” Ellen explained.
“What do you think?” Brook asked me.
“I like the smooth appearance, so I’d want the top grain. I would prefer either steer or bison, and I want it softer.”
The leather pants weren’t very comfortable. I knew if you wore them, they’d eventually break in, but I also knew that if they were stiff, I’d never wear them. Brook showed me her top choices. I was fine with both of them, so I let her pick.
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As we walked out to the parking lot, we found that everyone else had left. I was still a little bouncy from the adrenalin rush. When Brook glanced over at me right before we got to the Jeep, I saw desire in her eyes and attacked her. Brook was surprised, but she was no shrinking violet. She grabbed the hair on the back of my head, and we were soon in a passionate embrace. I shoved her up against the Jeep and grabbed her thighs so I could lift her up to my waist. She had no choice but to feel my desire as I ground into her.
Brook broke our kiss and began to frantically try to get my pants open. I pulled her shirt over her head and trashed her bra when it didn’t come apart fast enough. By then she had freed Mr. Happy. I put her back on the ground and reached for my pants to get a condom.
“Lose your pants,” I ordered while opening the foil packet.
Brook had her pants and panties around her ankles when I finished putting on the condom. I manhandled her and turned her to face the Jeep. She grunted when I forced myself in to the hilt in one mighty thrust. I grabbed her hips to keep her from falling down and began my powerful thrusting. Our coupling was frantic and wild. Brook brought out the animal in me. I pounded her relentlessly.
“Jesus you’re big,” she moaned. “Take me!”
I grasped the back of her neck and looked down at her upturned little butt. I had her face and breasts mashed up to the Jeep, so I reached down with my other hand and found her button. I used three fingers to rub Brook to her first orgasm. The walls of her tunnel grasped my member and milked it while she climaxed.
I jerked out, picked her up, and deposited her in the back seat. Her pants were still around her ankles, so I simply lifted them up and bent her in half. It raised her sex up so I could push into her. I found her entrance and began to thrust again. This time we could gaze into each other’s eyes, and I leaned down and kissed her.
Brook was made for this. She coaxed one of the biggest orgasms I had ever had out of me. I felt it build and build. I tried to hold back as long as I could but rapidly reached the point of no return. I’m sure she thought I’d had a brain seizure by the ridiculous face I made as I found my release. It was like football when you fall into the zone: everything went away except for the best orgasm I’d ever had.