Jeffrey realized that Siyah did not take his hand and smiled inside his helmet, as his both hands went for the motorcycle handlebars. His confidence stood unshaken as he waited for Siyah to hop and adjust - clearly, she had never ridden a bike and his right foot helped her to position her sight side and then he did the same with the left side. His help would have been good, but the pride Indian woman did not want to. By then, Jeffrey had already learned that it was good to give Siyah some room for the female to breathe, but not that much - whoever was Siyah's husband, he had made a terrible mistake by being too absent. Mature women above the 30s, the legends say, are unsatisfiable.<br/><br/>Maybe Siyah was just struggling against her basic, inner instincts. Her excited voice did not hide what she was feeling. It was almost an once in a lifetime experience - most people would never had the pleasure of feeling a powerful motor roaring under their groins.<br/><br/><strong>"A cop?"</strong>, Jeffrey laughed scornfully.<strong>"He will not be fast enough"</strong>, he added sarcastically.<strong>"Do not be afraid, Fitness Queen. You must lay against my body, it helps to give stability and makes you feel safer. Hold me tight and you will be safe, right?"</strong>, Jeffrey explained and waited for some acknowledge. Decided to make Siyah's first time unforgettable, Jeffrey turned on the engine and made it roar as loud as possible. The entire bike vibrated in a way which momentarily reminded the orgasm coming from the groin. Form that moment on, whatever Siyah would say, Jeffrey would not hear. He anticipated though that she would scream and enjoy a lot.<br/><br/>In a matter of seconds, the Kawasaki Ninja was speeding at 50 miles per hour in their lane.<strong>"I love the wind on my body, dont you?"</strong>, he teased her as he felt her hands gripping his body firmly  and her nipples on his back. Fear? Confidence? Admiration? Jeffrey could not yet tell it. He released the handlebars and stretched his arms horizontally, clothlining the wind for a couple of seconds as the motorbike continued its trajectory ahead, approaching the highway in less than 30 seconds, which would normally take 5 minutes or so, if driven by any carefull man like Siyah's husband.