A Motorcycle

“No way.” You said, as you stared at a sleek black Harley, with a well polished frame and chrome handles. Jenny walked up from behind, patting your back as she passed you a helmet. You hastily took the helmet in both hands, and cupped it over your dick. “I drive careful, so you won’t have to worry about skidding up since I won’t be going fast at all.” Jenny said, taking a seat on the motorcycle.

You looked back and forth between Aunt Rita and the motorcycle. “I can’t ride this! I’m completely naked! Everyone we drive by is going to see me!” You exclaimed, earning a chuckle from Jenny as Aunt Rita ignored your plea, and hopped into the small car at the end of the driveway.

Jenny patted the back of the motorcycle. “Hop aboard John. We can’t let them get too far ahead of us. Especially since Susie’s pretty fresh to driving.”

You blushed. Hopping aboard the motorcycle meant not only sitting with zero cover for the entire journey, but it also meant you’d have to cling to Jenny at the waist, and press your bare front against her back. Which you had to admit just by the attention of your dick at the mere thought, sounded too good to be true. But it also sounded humiliating, since the whole time you would be driving through open roads, bare for any stray eyes to see.

But, the alternative seemed to be ending up stranded naked at some house you couldn’t get into. With great ****, you turned around, donned the helmet, and climbed aboard the motorcycle while cupping your dick. It took a few seconds, and a cough from Jenny to finally put your hands around her hips, and slide forward in the seat.

“Alright let’s get going, before they get there.” Jenny said, starting up the motorbike. The loud hum of the engine buzzed your entire body, and somehow only made you more turned on as you dick accidentally bumped into Jenny’s back. Jenny turned towards you with a raised eyebrow. “Wait a second. You’re into this aren’t you?” Jenny asked, her curious smile unmistakable past the helmet.

“N-No! I just… between the situation, and bumping into you, and err…” You stammered, as Jenny’s smile grew. “…Look, I’m sorry. I don’t mean it. Can you… Can you just drive…”

Jenny seemed to hang on the issue for a moment, before slowly turning back around, completely silent. Somehow, this reaction had you far more worried than if she’d been legitimately mad about the incident.

Of course, as the bike went down the road, you couldn’t help but enjoy the cool breeze across your bare skin as you rode. The summer night sky, and passing fields/wilderness helped to ease your worries a bit, as you moved down the road.

Surprisingly, your ride was fairly uneventful. Wherever the bar was, it must’ve been closer to the edge of town than you’d thought.

The bar came into view after rounding another stop sign, ten minutes later. The bar was of an older lodge-style and make, and parked outside were dozens and dozens of bikes, which you approached directly as Jenny parked the bike at the front in a specific spot labeled specifically to her.

You heard the commotion of what you assumed to be the bar’s attendants on a deck you couldn’t see from the front. But the voices were loud enough that making any sort of clear distinction was very hard. Jenny seized the helmet off of your head as you dismounted, placing it on her bike as she moved towards the front door, a typical double door saloon type entrance.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself as Jenny urged you towards the door. “Come on. It ain’t gonna get easier standin’ out here.” She said, pointing inside. “Just a bunch of guys. No big deal. I’ll be fine.” You thought to yourself silently, as Jenny led the way and pushed into the bar.