The Motorcycle Lesson That Ended on the Nude Beach

It was Sunday and I had made plans with Bruno and the girls to go to the Montenegro track for an advanced riding course. Their friend Andrés was waiting for us there at eleven-thirty. We were supposed to meet at ten, downstairs from my place. It was nine and I was having a hard time getting the day started, so I jumped in the shower and finished it off with a long blast of ice-cold water. I came out clear-headed, switched on, and drank a coffee on the terrace to finish waking up.

There were ten minutes left until ten when a roar made me spring up from the lounger. I leaned out into the street and saw a red sport bike pulling up right below me. It had come alone, so I assumed it was Daniela.

They buzzed the door, I let them in, and I made myself a cortado while she came upstairs.

—Good morning —she said as she came in, hanging off my neck with a kiss loaded with desire.

—Good morning —I replied when she let my mouth go.

—The bike turns me on. I’d fuck you right now —she hinted, lowering the zipper of her suit by a hand’s breadth.

—That suit looks incredible on you. And I’d fuck you right now too. Here, your coffee. I saw you arrive from the terrace.

We went outside and leaned on the railing. Two minutes later, another roar shook the street. Lucía and Bruno were arriving. They parked next to Daniela’s bike and buzzed the door.

—Good morning. A cortado on ice for me, please —Lucía asked as she came out to the terrace beside her sister.

—Good morning, Bruno. Ready? —he said, shaking my hand—. You’re going to have a great time today.

—I hope so. I’m nervous, I don’t know how to handle the bike and I don’t like that.

—Today you’ll learn to ride. You’ll be a pro by this afternoon.

If Lucía usually turned heads, in her biker suit she was to die for. All curves, tight as hell, a lioness. She kissed me hello and, in passing, squeezed one of my asses.

—How’s that little ass? —she asked quietly.

—A bit sore. But fine.

We finished our coffee in peace and I went to get dressed: ripped black jeans, black-and-red boots, and the matching jacket over a plain T-shirt. When I came out to the terrace, the girls started whistling at me.

—Come on, we’re late and Andrés gets pissed off. He’s a fanatic about punctuality —Bruno laughed.

—Relax, I still don’t know how to handle this properly.

—Tell that to my sister, she’s crazy. She doesn’t know how to ride behind anyone —Daniela shot back.

—I get hot as hell when I’m on a bike. I’m competitive by design —Lucía excused herself with a smirk.

I laughed. The two sisters loved to compete on their bikes and I was going to end up trapped in the middle of the battle. I went down to the garage, looked at my sport bike with pride, and kissed the tank.

—Today we level up, baby.

***

We rode out together. The girls took off first, two wasps on near-racing machines that sounded like pure electronics. Bruno’s bike and mine had a deep, rough roar. The four of us made a serious racket through the narrow streets. On the highway the sisters started playing with each other, while Bruno stayed with me at a more relaxed pace. There were stretches above one hundred and eighty, but the bikes had so much in reserve that there was hardly any sense of speed.

In less than an hour we reached the track entrance. There were people around, but the asphalt was empty. We parked and went in through a pedestrian gate. A man came over smiling.

—Bruno. You’re late —he said, pointing to his watch.

—We’re right on time, grump —they shook hands and hugged—. This is Karim.

—Hi, Karim. Nice to meet you.

—Hi, Andrés. How are you?

He shook my hand firmly.

—You must be pretty important for Bruno to make me come in to work on a Sunday.

Two voices shouting his name were heard from behind. The sisters hugged him and covered him with kisses. They knew him far too well.

—Andrés is our uncle —Lucía clarified when she saw my face—. Our father’s brother.

—We didn’t tell you so you wouldn’t feel awkward —Daniela added.

—That’s why I’m here on a Sunday instead of at the beach. Anything for my nieces —he huffed—. Come on, you two, go ride. You’ve got the track for an hour. I’ll stay with Karim.

The girls went in to squeeze every last bit out of their machines while Andrés gave me a lesson. After a good while of theory on how to get the most out of a big-displacement bike, he asked me to take a lap on mine to get a feel for it. In half a lap he had caught up to his nieces and, in two corners, overtook both of them. A master.

—Jesus, he knows his shit —I said, amazed.

—He trains riders for the world championship and he’s one of the founders of the track. He knows what he’s doing.

We linked our helmets by Bluetooth and he got on as pillion, narrating how I should take each turn, how to use the banking to lean harder. Then he left me on my own, following me from behind with his voice in my ear. I did two timid laps until I heard:

—Give it some, I’m behind you. I’ll guide you.

—I’m going.

I opened the throttle and leaned more and more, without thinking, obeying that voice as if nothing else existed. Without realizing it, I was riding at a pace that half an hour earlier would have seemed impossible.

—Very good. Let’s stop —he said at last.

We went into the pits and everyone started applauding. I was bursting with happiness. I knew how to handle my bike now. When I took off my helmet, the two sisters showered me with kisses.

—You’re a beast —Daniela said.

—Promising student. No fear, but with respect. You’ve got the basics now —Andrés slapped my back—. I’m buying vermouth in the harbor.

—A quick one —Bruno asked—. We’ve got a table booked for lunch.

***

We went down to the coastal town and had a drink on a harbor terrace. After that, Andrés said goodbye with two bursts of acceleration that erased him from the horizon, and we continued south. We crossed a town to the end and reached the entrance to a campsite. A sign on the gate said: “Naturist campsite.”

—Are we in a nudist campsite? —I asked, eyes wide open.

—At the best nudist beach on the coast —Bruno said proudly.

—We’re sleeping here tonight —Lucía warned.

—We’re going to have a very good time —Daniela murmured, grabbing my waist.

Lucía booked a six-bed bungalow, near the big pool. We followed her down a dirt path and parked the four bikes at the door. Inside it was spacious: three bedrooms, a large living room, a small terrace overlooking the pool. We took off our clothes and stepped out into the sun. Lucía looked at me naked and licked her lips shamelessly. She came closer and, gripping my cock, said:

—We’re going to have a very, very good time.

—That’s for sure —I replied.

Bruno came out and caught his wife with my dick in her hand.

—You love his cock, don’t you? No wonder.

—If you keep that one, I’ll keep this one —Daniela had come out behind him and caught Bruno’s cock in one hand.

The scene was an interesting one. If we were starting like that, I didn’t even want to imagine how we’d end up.

***

We went down to lunch at the beach bar, where we had a reserved table. Wooden tables, wicker chairs, all very pretty.

—Are we six? —I asked, counting us.

—Yes. You’ll see them now. You know them —Bruno said.

The missing couple appeared: Ricardo and Helena, a textile manager and his wife. Helena naked was stunning. Another mature woman with a killer body. Lately I’d been surrounded by mature, exuberant women, all with something in common: money, a taste for taking care of themselves, and the mindset of someone who no longer has prejudices and does whatever she wants, whenever she wants. The husbands, on the other hand, were not up to par. Bruno stayed in shape; Ricardo, overweight, left a lot to be desired.

We ordered paella and sangria. I drank water: heat and alcohol are a bad combination. The food disappeared at suspicious speed and the conversations quickly turned raunchy. When the coffee arrived, everyone ordered a drink. I mentally started mixing the gin and tonics while the waiter served them.

—You make them better than I do, Karim —Lucía observed.

—I’ve got experience —I said with a half smile.

—Are you a bartender too? —Helena asked, curious.

—He works at the best club in the area —Lucía explained—. He’s an artist.

—And what else are you an artist at? —Helena asked, fixing her eyes on me.

I raised my glass.

—You’ll be able to check later.

—I’m looking forward to it —was all she said.

The alcohol did its work. Ricardo and Bruno decided to take a nap in the bungalow, both properly wrecked, and they left me alone with the three women. When we got up, Helena turned around shamelessly to look at my crotch.

—Wow. It’s as big as you said —she told Lucía.

—The best thing is how he uses it —Daniela pointed out, grabbing my waist.

I wasn’t shy, but I felt the color rise in my face. Three women looking at my dick in front of everyone.

***

Helena took us to a secluded corner of the beach, near the pine grove, where she had two giant towels.

—We’ve set up here. A bit farther away. Just in case we have any urgent business —she said in a very suggestive voice—. Let’s go in the water.

—We’re staying here —Lucía lay down with her sister to bake in the sun.

I was surprised they weren’t coming, but I understood it instantly: they were leaving us alone. The moment the water covered us, Helena hung on my neck and kissed me. I kissed her back hungrily, taking my hands to her ass, not as firm as the sisters’ but every bit as appetizing. One of her hands went straight to my cock beneath the surface.

—I wanted to touch you —she murmured—. Good God. You’re getting hard.

—That’s what I want to see —she said, masturbating me slowly—. That way I’ll know how much you’re going to open me up tonight.

—You want me to fuck you?

—Of course. And after the blowjob I’m going to give you, you’ll want it even more.

My hands moved from her ass to her breasts. We were heating up way too fast. At that pace we weren’t going to make it to nightfall.

—Let’s go to the towel —she said, pulling me toward the sand.

My cock came out of the water huge. We walked over to where the sisters were sleeping in the sun.

—Come. I don’t want to wake them —Helena whispered, heading toward the pine grove.

We went into the bushes until we reached a small clearing. There, without saying a word, she knelt in front of me and took my shaft into her mouth while working it with both hands, a soft but firm grip. The combination of her tongue and fingers was masterful. I stroked her blond hair, letting myself go.

Then I heard a rustle nearby. I turned my head and spotted a man among the bushes: cap, sunglasses, his cock in his hand, jerking off while he watched us. Helena saw him too, but didn’t give him the slightest importance. She stood up, gave me a kiss tasting of sex, got down on all fours in the sand, and turned her head.

—Fuck me. And come inside me.

I didn’t think twice. I knelt behind that full ass, held my cock still wet with her saliva, and started pushing between her lips. The walls gave way under my advance, opening up. Halfway in, her hand flew to my stomach: the signal to stop. I already knew where the limit was, for the moment. I pulled almost all the way out and drove back in. A moan escaped her as she lowered her head until it almost touched the sand. In that position, with her ass pointing up, the penetration was even deeper.

The voyeur had come out of hiding and, with no embarrassment at all, had moved to within about five meters of us. Knowing he was there, watching, added a strange voltage to everything. Helena’s moans got louder, clear, shameless. My cock was disappearing almost completely inside her and her wetness increased with every thrust.

—I’m coming. Uffff —she warned, turning her head just enough to make sure I heard her.

As soon as she said it, I felt the entrance to her sex start squeezing my cock, milking it in waves. A delicious sensation. So much so that my dick answered by swelling, burning, until I emptied myself inside her completely. I stayed over her, my hands dug into the sand, still inside her.

—Bffff. What an orgasm. Lucía was right —she panted—. You’re a machine.

—If the boss says so, it must be true —I replied, catching my breath.

I straightened up and left her there for a moment, frozen like a statue. When I pulled out, her sex was left open, and that was the trigger for the voyeur, who had positioned himself behind us to see everything, to come too at the sight of it. Helena stood with my help, hung herself back around my neck, and kissed me softly.

—Thank you. It was quick, but intense. There’ll be much more tonight. I’m really going to enjoy you when the six of us are in the bungalow.

—Thank you. I loved the way your body adapted to mine. It squeezed me out at exactly the right moment.

She took my hand and we went back to the towel, where the sisters were still asleep, oblivious to everything. As I lay down in the sun, my heart still racing, I thought about what the night promised. What had begun as a day of motorcycles was turning into something very different. And that, I knew, was only the warm-up.