Biker Chick

As we were, sitting in a corner watching and listening as the store slowly came to life, my thoughts begin to wander as I daydream of what my life could soon turn out to be. The soft padding of boots breaks me out of my thoughts as they make their way down the aisle, one of her carts wheels squeaking like they always do with her muttering under her breath in annoyance at it. Her shadow passes by, then stops and backtracks, letting me take in her beauty. Jet back hair cascades down past her shoulders, framing a pleasant soft face. Her lips were full, the lipstick a crimson red. The eyes focused on me were of a deep blue, the color and beauty one could easily get lost into. Before I can check more of her out, her hand reaches out and grab my box, bringing it up to her face to examine me I assume. "I guess you'll do..." She says, her voice soft but deep for a woman. My world tumbles around as she drops me in the cart and continues walking through the store, my window letting me see her shapely legs go back and forth. She speeds through the self checkout, carrying me and her groceries out to her bike and starts to pack everything into the saddle bags. A sigh of displeasure come from above as I'm lifted upward, the top getting ripped off and the box upending me into her awaiting hand. "Well little one, there's no more room for you. So you'll have to ride on my body home." With that, I watch as she pulls open her vest and shove me into the awaiting space. Her breast were large, the nipple hard from rubbing against the hard leather. I get shoved under her breast, her hand letting go to seal me into my dark and sweaty prison.