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 �>�Jessie and the Motorcycle by Helmhood

   I was meeting my friend Robbie for lunch at a street caf�(C).  It was a
warm spring day, and he said that he wanted to talk to me about something.
We were actually co-workers, Robbie was a young man who worked in my office
IT department.  But the two of us were also friends, and we would hang out
on occasion. Walking over to the small round table, I had dressed in jeans
that hugged my onion-shaped bottom, with a simple white blouse and sensible
flats.  Short and curvy, I had shoulder-length chestnut hair, which would
be turning lighter as we got closer to the summer.  When I sat down, I saw
that Robbie had already ordered me a raspberry ice-tea.  -�Hey, -� I
smiled, thanked him for the drink, and took a sip.   -�What -(TM)s up? -�
Robbie grinned.   -�Hi, Jessie.  I got a message from Rod last night. -�
Rod was my other friend.  I had known him for a while, growing up together.
Our relationship was more -- complicated. I could feel my face blush, and
started to grow nervous.   -�Oh crap -- -�  -�I was talking about the
motorcycle thing, -� Robbie said. My friend Rod had recently purchased a
motorcycle.  It was no secret that I had wanted to go for a ride, but did
not have the chance yet.  Naturally, there had been joking and teasing.  I
would probably fall off the thing.  Maybe he was concerned for my safety,
but so far Rod had not followed up on his offer to let me take a spin. The
guy from work seemed to confirm my thoughts.   -�You can ask him about
taking you for a ride. -�  -�Dammit, -� I muttered under my breath. But
there was more to it.  From that first day when I saw Rod roll up in front
of my house, I was in love with that machine.  The sleek metal, the roar of
the engine.  I imagined what it would be like to straddle the seat.  As a
woman, I, um, was sensitive between my thighs.  Being a  -�PAWG -�, I felt
this especially so.  I guess I was kind of flirty with Rod, and there was
some more teasing.  -�He never got to follow up from earlier, -� Robbie was
continuing, apparently relating last night -(TM)s phone conversation.  
-�He would love for you to ride on his motorcycle, Jessie, if you are able
to. -�  -�What was the -- stipulation, again? -� this of course had been
part of our talks since he picked up the bike.   -�Just to open my top --
right? -� No surprise, it ended up being implied that Rod would let me ride
on his motorcycle if I showed him my boobs.  At the time, I wasn -(TM)t
sure if he was serious.  I did have medium sized breasts, but with long
nipples that were cherry red when excited. Robbie shook his head.   -�I
think you were planning to go out late at night.  He would pull over to a
park stop.  And you would take off everything. -� I looked around the
outdoor caf�(C) and blushed in embarrassment.   -�But not ride that way! -�
My friend, my co-worker, smiled again.  He was having a blast egging me on.
 -�Well, yes.  You would be on the back of the motorcycle.  Your arms
around Rod. -�  -�No -- no -- -� I protested, biting my lip and fidgeted. I
was afraid my hazel eyes would betray my emotions.   -�Not naked on the
bike -- no -- -�  -�Completely naked, -� Robbie replied softly.   -�Think
how that would feel. -� For a moment, I closed my eyes, savoring the
fantasy.   -�Mmm -- ya -- -� And then I caught myself.   -�But no! -�
Robbie waited, took a sip from his own drink.   -�Well, Jessie, you have to
ask Rod and see what happens. -�  -�Anything but ride naked -- -� I
trembled.  My words were defiant, but my mind racing.  -�Like just stand in
front of him, with arms at your sides? -� the young man taunted.  -�Oh my
god -- no -- -� I whispered, my will starting to crumble. Robbie treated
this like a simple matter of arranging plans between friends.   -�Talk to
Rod about when you can go out for a ride at night.  Once that is set up, we
will see how much you have to take off. -�  -�OK -- -� I said, slightly
quivering. The IT guy cleverly added,  -�It -(TM)s so warm out at night. -�
 -�Ya -- -� was all I could respond.  -�This could be good timing, -�
Robbie urged me further.   -�Rod is back in town, we just spoke yesterday.
You only have to touch base with him. -�  -�When? -� I asked, a little more
eagerly than I would have liked. Robbie slid his cell phone across the
circular table between us.   -�How about now, -� the young man said. I
looked over at the young man sitting in front of me.  This plutonic friend
who I was usually comfortable with.  But Rod, on the other hand, the
feelings were different, more intense.  Maybe it was that I had known him
longer, and I did not think he was attracted to me. Picking up the phone,
after some hesitation, I punched in Rod -(TM)s number.  -�Hi, -� I said
when the other guy answered.   -�It -(TM)s me -- Jessie.  I -(TM)m calling
from Robbie -(TM)s phone. -� My co-worker laughed, listening to one side of
the awkward conversation.  -�So -- can I go for a ride on your motorcycle?
-� finally, I blurted out. There was a pause, which must have seemed like
an eternity to Robbie.  -�I remember.  Ya -- I know -- Everything? -� While
talking, I continued to look at my other friend.  Beneath the table, I had
crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together.  Rod was asking me about a
time and place, to figure out the logistics.  He made a suggestion.  -�OK
-- -� I confirmed, and said good bye.  Utterly helpless to refuse. Taking
his phone again, Robbie asked,  -�So you two set up a date? -�  -�It -(TM)s
not a date! -� I shot back, my round face blushing. The young man laughed.
-�All right, have it your way, Jessie.  But when are you meeting Rod? -� 
-�Tonight, -� I answered as a matter of fact, although in truth, shocked at
how quickly this was happening. Robbie grinned and teased,  -�I can tell
you are excited. -�  -�Whatever! -� my reply was meant to blow off his
comment, act casual.  But I was nervous, could already feel my heart
beating.   -�I -- I better go home, and get ready. -� Thankfully, Robbie
agreed rather than keeping me here and getting me all worked up.  He
watched as I stood from the table and stepped aside, grabbing my purse.  We
said good bye, and then I turned around to leave.  I was short, and the
shirt tails of my blouse hung down on the back of my tight jeans, covering
my bubble butt behind me.  When I looked over a shoulder, I saw Robbie
wink.  -�Stop it! -� I admonished my co-worker. Upon my return home, I set
about planning the rest of the day.  First I took care of my cat, Charlie.
Then I tried to keep myself busy and my mind off Rod and his motorcycle. 
After working in the garden, I made an early supper and managed to take a
nap.  This is because we had settled on doing the ride late, like well
after midnight.  It would be dark and there would be a lot less people
around.  -�Oh my god! -� I said to myself when the alarm went off hours
later, realizing that what we had talked about was not just a dream. I
immediately hopped in the shower.  Under the water, I shaved off any
stubble between my legs, leaving me pink and smooth.  This was probably a
mistake, as I would be extra sensitive now if I was going to sit on the
bike.  Also, as tempted as I was, I did not play while I was in the shower.
This was another mistake, because by denying myself the pleasure, I would
only be completely horny when I saw Rod.  I just hoped he wouldn -(TM)t
notice. All freshened up, I put on a pair of black lace bra and panties and
then pulled on the jeans that hugged my curvy butt.  I was going to wear a
leather jacket, which I looked forward to feeling against my skin.  Last I
dressed in socks and boots.  It really was warm out, exactly like Robbie
had said, but I figured my outfit was appropriate for a motorcycle ride.  I
even had a studded black belt to complete the look. We agreed that I would
drive out to meet Rod.  The arranged spot was a little rest area near one
of the highway exits.  Rather than him riding by my house to pick me up, I
would have to wait before getting onto his motorcycle.  I guess it was to
build up the anticipation. Surprisingly, I found myself wide awake with
excitement.  I could no longer comprehend what I was doing, losing track of
time whether it was two or three in the morning.  The whole way there I
think I passed only one car, which I suppose was not unusual.  Even when I
had left my house, it was so still, so dark except for the stars above in a
clear night sky.  I parked my car at the quiet rest stop.  Well, maybe I
could hear the chirping of crickets in the background.  But it would be
otherwise silent for another few minutes before I heard the roar of a
motorcycle engine.  For a moment, I had half wondered if Rod was going to
show up, as if making me come out here in the middle of the night was just
a prank the boys were playing.  I almost would have felt relief.  And yet,
my heart leapt when I caught side of the sleek bike turning into the narrow
lot off the side of the highway. The rider pulled up along the back of my
vehicle.  He revved the engine once, and then let it idle.  After I opened
the door and stepped out of the car, then he shut off the purring motor. 
Once his helmet was removed, I recognized my friend Rod.  -�Hi Jessie, -�
he greeted me.   -�Glad to see you could make it! -�  -�Ya, -� I answered
nervously. Climbing off the bike, he regarded me with a smile.   -�So, you
want to go for a ride? -� All I could do was nod my head and look up.  Even
though I was wearing boots, my other friend was much taller.  I clutched my
hands, fingers intertwining in front of me.  -�What was the deal again? -�
Trying to stall, I pretended to forget all about our previous
conversations.  -�Just sit on the back and open my top? -� Rod raked a hand
through his hair and laughed.   -�Well, now, I remember we were saying
something different. -�  -�I was drunk! -� defensively, I fired an excuse.
But my friend shook his head.   -�You hadn -(TM)t touched a drop. -�  -�OK
-- -� I relented, reluctantly, and decided to put it in his hands.   -�What
do you want?  Should I take off all my clothes? -� This was the moment of
truth.  Deep down, I knew I would agree to whatever he said.  -�Sure, -�
Rod answered, indicating that he didn -(TM)t think I would really do it.  
-�Yes, Jessie. -� Part of me wished the ground would open and swallow me
up. My face blushed and my heart skipped.  How did I get myself into such a
position!  I lowered my eyes.  -�Um, could you turn around, please? -� I
asked softly. The thing is, I was embarrassed about letting Rod see me
nude. And I wasn -(TM)t sure how I would behave.  Silently, I cursed my
friend Robbie for talking me into this.  Nevertheless my other friend must
have known I was bashful as he walked to his motorcycle, his back toward
me. Immediately I opened my leather jacket and pulled it off, leaving me in
the black bra I was wearing underneath.  The door to my car was unlocked
allowing me to slip the top onto the back seat.  I then reached down to
unzip each of my boots.  With an awkward shuffle I got them off and chucked
them into the car.  I paused to look up.  It was so quiet, surprisingly for
being out near the highway, except for the crazy late hour.  The starlit
sky was otherwise velvety black, although there was a lamp not far from
where I had parked.  My hands fell to my waist.  Nervously I unbuttoned my
jeans and started the process of wiggling them over my onion-shaped booty.
All the way down my short legs.  I sort of hopped on one foot to get the
denim pants off and removed completely.  Flustered, I quickly gathered them
up and put the jeans on the back seat.  The fresh air actually felt nice on
my bare legs.  But I knew I wasn -(TM)t done yet. I peeled off my socks as
the toes of my chunky feet touched black asphalt.  Chunky was my word. 
Whenever we went swimming, the guys would say I looked cute barefoot. 
Liars!  Now I took a deep breath and with trembling hands, searched for the
clasp of my bra behind me.  Rod was still facing his motorcycle, not even
trying to sneak a peek.  Oh god, I was about to take off my underwear!
Wanting to get this over with, I may have hurried to slide the straps down
my shoulders and then tossed the lacy bra into my vehicle.  Only now, much
to my escalating embarrassment, I could feel my nipples responding.  -�Stop
it, -� I whispered in secret.  But there was no way to prevent them growing
stiff and cherry red. So all I could do was grab the sides of my black
panties and pull them down to my ankles.  There was no turning back at this
point.  Blushing, I stepped out of the delicate things and picked them up.
For a moment, as I stood straight again, I clutched the panties to the
front of my body.  Then I discarded them with all the rest of my clothes in
the parked car.  Dropping arms to my sides, the motion made my cheeks
jiggle behind me. It was a humbling reminder that I should not be on
display out here like this!  Instinctively, one arm hugged across my chest,
effectively hiding my breasts.  I lowered my other hand over my nude pussy.
Trying to find my voice, I called out to Rod.  -�Oh -- OK, I -(TM)m ready
-- -� I told him. My friend turned around, fully dressed in his own leather
jacket and jeans.  He folded his arms and regarded me for a moment.  I
bounced a little on my toes, anxiously.  -�I can -(TM)t believe you did it!
-� Rod grinned.  -�Ya -- do I look fat? -� with the question, I inched
forward. The much taller guy only laughed, not exactly answering.  I hated
him seeing me like this, yet part of me loved it.  Under the street lamp, I
was in pretty good view.  Then he told me that I needed to wear a helmet. I
watched as he went back to the motorcycle and grabbed the spare head gear
for me.  It was thoughtful for him to remember, I just hoped it would fit.
As he stepped closer to where I was standing, I saw the round helmet was
mostly black with green, red and silver stripes.  And it had a transparent
visor that dropped down.  Rod held it out for me to take. Hesitantly, I
reached out to accept the helmet.  Just as quickly, I pulled back my arms
and brought it down in front of my lower body.  The two of us looked at
each other in awkward silence, as my soft skin tingled.  Helpless, I felt
like I needed to be told what to do.  I couldn -(TM)t believe this was
really happening.  -�Put it on? -� I finally quivered. Rod smiled and
nodded his head,  -�Safety first, Jessie. -� Now it was me who needed to
turn around.  Since lifting the helmet to my head would mean showing full
frontal nudity, and I wasn -(TM)t confident enough to do that yet.  Slowly
I spun until my back was facing him.  Because my hair only reaches my
shoulders, this left my entire bare back and round bubble-butt on display.
Of course I kept my legs together, although I think this just reinforced
the shape of my figure, like a curvy vase. Then I heard my friend let out a
wolf whistle! Quickly glancing over my shoulder, I reprimanded him.   -�Cut
it out! -� In truth, if he started to tease me making comments or whatever,
I would grow even more wet and horny.  So I concentrated on raising the
helmet over my head.  It wasn -(TM)t that heavy, but not something I was
used to wearing.  The fact it would be the only thing I was wearing, was
not lost on me.  With arms lifted, my perky breasts bounced up and down,
nipples sticking out straight.  I strapped on the helmet and then hurried
to cover again using an arm across my chest and holding one hand between my
legs. In this way, I turned around again to see Rod smiling through the
visor.  I thought it looked like he was trying to keep from laughing.  At
any rate, I thought I must look ridiculous.  Like a short chubby astronaut.
 -�Are you sure you -(TM)re ready? -� the taller guy asked.  -�Ya -- -� my
voice muffled inside the black helmet. Rod motioned for me to approach the
motorcycle.  I took a few hesitant steps. Naked. Then he held out his arm
and I gave him my hand.  The one that was trying to hide my boobs.  I still
had the other hand cupped over my sex.  Too embarrassed to let him see how
aroused I was.  In this way, he would draw me closer to the bike, leaving
behind my car and all my clothes. We were standing near each other, and Rod
looked down to give me instructions.   -�I -(TM)ll get on first, Jessie. 
Then you climb up in back of me. -� In the round helmet, I nodded my head.
Then I watched as my friend smoothly mounted the leather seat.  If he was
riding solo, I imagine he would have fired the engine and roared off,
taking the highway.  As it was, he allowed me the courtesy of waiting until
I was on the bike before starting the ignition. Nervously, I put a hand on
Rod -(TM)s jacket and squeezed his arm.  The motorcycle was parked
perfectly still in the side lot.  And I was short.  And barefoot, which
meant I gingerly had to climb up onto the raised end of seat behind him.  I
doubt it was done with any kind of gracefulness, but at least no one else
was here to see me.  My friend patiently faced forward while all I could
think about was how fat my butt felt. Once I had the cushion straddled,
however, with my thighs open, I nearly melted.  Knees pushed forward as I
leaned in, and my little legs dangling down to bare toes unable to reach
the ground.  I think that helped create a sensation of feeling vulnerable,
in an erotic way, sitting completely nude on the motorcycle. 
Instinctively, I wrapped both arms around my friend.  Just like Robbie said
I would. Now Rod glanced back slightly, his own helmet fixed on his head,
and I heard him laugh,  -�Not too tight! -� The next thing I knew, he
started and revved the engine, sending vibrations up and down my body!  I
should have known this would happen, I mean, my -- um, area, was making
direct contact with the bike!  Behind the visor, my hazel eyes went wide,
and I even let out a small moan.  Of course, I squeezed Rod tighter. The
bike rolled forward, after a pitch to one side, turned and started for the
off ramp out of the rest stop.  It was in that moment it dawned on me what
we were doing.  I saw the bright lights of the highway come into view. 
-�Where are we going? -� I squealed. But my friend was already
accelerating, picking up speed to hit the open road.  There were no other
cars around that I could tell, although my mind was going in crazy
directions.  The buzz of the engine was in my ear, that first rush of air
across my bare body. Beneath me and between my legs I felt the rumble of
the bike on the pavement.  I could no longer deny the electricity, my
emotions, that this was amazing on my pussy!  Overwhelming, coupled with
the realization that I was out on a public highway butt naked on Rod -(TM)s
motorcycle.  As we reached cruising speed, I let out a long womanly purr of
arousal --  -�MMMMMMMM -- -� I only hoped my friend could not hear me over
the roar of the engine.  Did he not know how incredibly sensitive I was and
it was driving me wild!  This was the most outrageous experience I ever
had. All I could do was lean further into Rod, my tits and nipples brushing
against the back of his jacket.  The wind of the ride caressing me all over
-- How far we would go into the night, I had no idea.  But clearly we were
leaving my clothes miles behind, and I would have no way to get dressed
until we returned.  My skin tingled, making me inescapably aware of my
nudity, down to the soles of my bare feet.  I did not even notice at first,
when we started to reduce speed and coast toward a highway exit.  My heart
beat faster.  -�Where are you taking me? -� I finally exhaled, voiced
muffled under the helmet, as I wrapped my arms tighter around Rod and
pressed my bare body against the back of his leather jacket. He turned his
head for a second to reply,  -�Running low on gas. -� And that was all my
friend said.  He couldn -(TM)t be serious!  Like this?  True, it was very
late and dark, but we were now rolling down a side street closer to a
neighborhood.  I felt completely helpless as he seemed to take a spin
around a few blocks, the noise of the engine making me increasingly
nervous, while feeling so good between my thighs!  Was the fuel meter
really running low, or was Rod just teasing me?  Every now and again, he
would rev the motor causing me to jump a little, or rather bounce in the
seat. Soon enough, I had my answer as we approached a gas station near the
highway.  -�No, no, no, no, no --. -� I whispered desperately. Fortunately
drawing closer to the stop, I could see no other cars around.  Rod pulled
right up to the pumps like the naked woman on his motorcycle was nothing
out of the ordinary.  At least he positioned us out of direct view of the
attendant, if there was one at this hour, or any surveillance for the
moment.  My friend shut the engine, and told me I could get off. Those were
the wrong words!  I actually hopped down from the bike and used both hands
to lift and remove the helmet I was wearing.  Placing it on the seat, I
shook out my hair.  It felt nice to feel fresh air on my face again.  Only
now, without the headgear, I was completely nude.  My legs were a little
wobbly, and my whole body was tingling.  I stood in front of Rod without
covering, leaving my sex exposed and nipples sticking out. When he moved to
activate the gas pump, I slid next to the taller guy, pressing up close. 
Asking him to lower his head, I cupped my hands to his ear to whisper
something.  I don -(TM)t know why I was whispering with no one else around,
but it was just so embarrassing.  -�Sure, -� he said laughing,  -�I think
you can go around the side of the building. -� This was in reference to the
central quick mart that was open during the day.  Beyond the small shop was
a grassy area, away from the lot where cars pulled in from the road.  This
would give me a little privacy.  I wasn -(TM)t asking to do that -- but,
um, something else. So I turned around and started moving off to the side,
still not convinced that there wasn -(TM)t an attendant on duty who could
watch us.  I covered up my breasts and pussy, leaving my curvy butt on
display for Rod.  It jiggled with each barefoot step I took. Shortly, I
reached the grass while Rod went about refueling his motorcycle.  I was out
of view from this position and sank to the ground.  Lying on my back, I
kept my knees up and spread apart, as one hand slipped between my legs. 
Using my fingers, I started to play, and play, and play!  Because I had
shaved just a few hours earlier, I was extra smooth and sensitive.  The
bike ride had me stimulated and I was cumming in no time.  Now Rod was a
gentleman and did not sneak around to watch.  But my friend did know what I
was doing because I told him how bad I needed it.  That thought sent me
over the edge to another orgasm. After several minutes, I found the
strength to get back up and return to Rod at the gas pump.  -�Are you ready
to get going, -� he asked.  -�Ya -- -� I replied quietly. Finally, I guess
he couldn -(TM)t resist teasing me, and Rod wondered with a sly grin.  
-�How many times, Jessie? -�  -�Five, -� I lowered my eyes, blushing. I
guess the evidence was all over my flushed body and other signs of my
arousal.  Since I was standing there numbly, he helped me put the helmet
back on.  To my surprise, his hands moved to my shoulders and he gently
turned me around.  I felt him brush my skin down to my bare butt, and all I
could do was stand still, mouth opened silently behind the visor.  -�You
got some grass from the ground stuck to your back, Jessie. -� He explained.
At that moment, a car pulled into the gas station!  I couldn -(TM)t believe
the timing, it was like three in the morning!  But as the headlights of the
approaching vehicle flooded over me, my full frontal nudity was on display.
The car beeped its horn playfully.  -�Rod -- we have to go! -� my muffled
voice squealed. Thankfully, my friend agreed.  He pulled me around to help
me up on the motorcycle.  Again, his hands felt all over me.  Not that I
was complaining, at this point I was so horny.  Rod mounted in front of me.
Just before he started the engine, I could hear the guys behind us getting
out of their car, whistling.  They thought Rod was some dude taking his
girlfriend out for a naked ride.  Except, we weren -(TM)t dating or
involved in any kind of relationship.  The whole thing was crazy! His
motorcycle roared and we sped off onto the road, with my short legs
dangling on either side, the bare soles of my chunky feet facing the boys
fading behind us.  Around the next block we turned, and I had to glance
back to reassure they were not following.  Once again it was just me and
Rod out here in the middle of night.  I wish I could say it was getting
more comfortable riding like this.  But straddled across the leather seat
combined with the persistent running engine left me feeling continuously
pleasured.  My toes curled as I wrapped my arms tight around him. I thought
we would return to the highway and start heading back to where I parked my
car and clothes, which already seemed so many miles away.  However it
turned out we were going in another direction, although it was hard for me
to keep my bearings.  We were now leaving a residential area, as I could
make out the shops and stores that were closed at this hour.  But on the
corner of one intersection I saw a fast food place that was open late.  It
was a Taco Bell.  -�What are you doing! -� I was growing more nervous as
Rod slowed down to pull into the parking lot. There were a few cars here.
Maybe other customers, or the people who worked at the restaurant, I don
-(TM)t know.  My first wild thought, was that he would attempt the drive
through.  And then I realized my friend had other ideas.  -�Oh, no -- No!
-� I fretted while he shut off the noisy motorcycle. Rod swung his leg
around to climb down from the bike.  I was almost in shock, having believed
I would be going home soon, only to find my prolonged nudity would
continue. Nevertheless, I scrambled down as well and even took off my
helmet again.  Like before at the gas station, I ran a hand through my
chestnut hair and stepped away, standing in the parking lot with nothing on
at all! Reaching a long arm toward me, teasing, he rubbed my tummy.  
-�Aren -(TM)t you hungry, Jessie? -�  -�Hee hee, -� was all I could manage
in reply.   -�Mmmm -- -� Then, bashfully, I averted my eyes only to see the
back seat of the motorcycle, which glistened wet.  Rod followed my gaze and
laughed.  His hand was still on my stomach, fingers crawling around my
bellybutton.  Oh god, if he would just move a little lower! Instead, he
took my arm and started to gently tug in the direction of the Taco Bell. 
Without resisting, I followed along across the parking lot.  -�You -(TM)re
going to do this? -� my taller friend asked, sounding amazed himself.  -�Ya
-- -� I answered. The two of us walked right up to the doors of the
entrance.  Until I could see my short curvy reflection in the glass.  I
wasn -(TM)t able to tell if the place was crowded inside, it was just to
the side of the lobby.  Then I stopped, as some sort of sense came over me.
 -�Wait -- what? -� I looked up, confused.   -�We are going in? -� Typical
of the way he would taunt me, lead me right to the point of no return
before crossing it, Rod just grinned.  -�No -- please, I can -(TM)t! -� I
whimpered, moving closer to my friend. Oh my god, but I wanted to!  I
wanted to run and hide in the ladies restroom to play!  But I would never
make it past the lobby without people seeing me, at least the people who
worked here.  They were probably high school or college-aged. Near the
front of the parking lot, there was a manicured grassy divide, with bushes
and trees.  I glanced back, beyond the few cars and Rod -(TM)s motorcycle.
-�You -- you can get what you want, -� I mumbled.   -�I need to go over
there -- and do something. -�  -�Again? -� he asked. I nodded my head,
completely embarrassed but undeniably turned on. With that, I spun around
and started a slow jog over the pavement.  Giving my taller friend a great
view of my round naked ass.  I guess he watched until I made it to the
grass and hid behind some bushes. This time, I sank to my knees, and then
lowered my arms to the ground.  Soon my butt was higher than my head, as I
reached a hand between my legs.  I started masturbating in a face down
position.  It felt so good!  My senses were already overloaded.  I reached
climax after climax effortlessly.  Five times at the gas station, now six,
seven, eight -- After a while, I was vaguely aware of someone standing
behind me.  Through the erotic haze in my mind, I could hear boots on the
soft grass.  I could smell Rod -(TM)s after shave lotion and the leather of
his jacket.  Instinctively, I presented myself on all fours, wiggling my
butt and pushing back and forth.  I wanted to say those two words, but
couldn -(TM)t bring myself to ask.  -�I think it -(TM)s time to take you
home, Jessie. -� I heard him say.  -�Mmmm, -� I moaned.   -�Ya -- -� It was
another few minutes before I could collect myself.  I could have probably
stayed out hear another couple of hours, but then the sun would be rising.
Slowly I got to my feet, stark naked in front of my friend.  Somehow we
managed to walk back to the motorcycle in the parking lot.  If I stumbled a
few times on weak legs, Rod was there to catch me. Rather than go back to
my car and my clothes, he decided it would be best to bring me back to my
place.  I had forgotten that I had given him my keys when I locked
everything up at the rest stop.  Now the third time riding on the bike was
no less incredible.  I have a vibrating egg that I like to play with, but
that was nothing compared to the rippling steel and leather cushion of the
seat between my legs.  By the time we rolled up into the driveway, I had my
tenth orgasm while on the back of the motorcycle. Rod helped me up to the
house, all but carrying me the rest of the way.  What a night!  He even had
to open the door and bring me inside to my bedroom.  There, I flopped down
on the bed and rolled over on my tummy.  I felt him give me a tender pat on
my butt before saying good night.  Exhausted, I fell instantly to sleep.
The next day, Robbie stopped over to pick me up and bring me back to get my
car and things.  I was showered and cleaned up.  Dressed again, it felt
strange thinking about the whole experience as a vivid dream.  It was going
to be embarrassing for my co-worker to find all my clothes in the back seat
because it would be undeniable proof that I did everything we talked about,
and more. On the drive over there, of course Robbie did not stop teasing
me, knowing full well how sensitive I was and unable to control myself.  I
had to tell him all the details.  -�How many times, Jessie? -� he asked,
amused. In reply, I punched him in the arm.  This was all his fault.  He
conspired with my other friend, orchestrated the entire humiliating
episode. Then I answered,  -�Ten -- -�  -�So, Rod saw all of you, -� the
young man continued, keeping the visual image fresh in my mind.  -�Shut up!
-� blushing, I crossed my arms sitting in the passenger seat. But as we
pulled into the rest stop along the highway, I turned my head away and
secretly smiled.
   THE END