They ride home naked and on display

Lauren's face burns as hot as the sun as she remains perched, completely nude, on the handle bars of Janice's bike.

Her arms cling to the handle bars on either side of her, preventing the blushing, bashful, and oh-so-humiliated woman from being able to cover anything.

"H-how much further?" Lauren whimpers as she squirms. No matter how often she moves, the cold metal bar she's perched on just isn't comfortable to sit on, even with all the padding she's sporting on her big, soft, pale ass.

Janice's only response is a girlish, needy grunt.

Lauren's bewitching booty is filling her vision, driving her mad with lust. She can't speak. She can't think. It's taking every ounce of her rapidly evaporating willpower not to just bury her nose between those perfect cheeks...

That, combined with the rhythmic rubbing of the seat every time Janice uses the peddles has caused quite the... *ahem* well, you can guess.

"I'm freezing!" Lauren whines as the cool air blows across her defenseless body, causing her sensitive, excitable little nipples to stand at attention. They're just begging to be pinched or licked. Why, anyone touching them right now could probably make her cum! Even... even a woman! N-not that Lauren is a lesbian! She's not into girls! Especially not big, strong, blonde amazons l-like...

Lauren winces and tries to drive the naughty thought from her mind. Her whole body shivering at the thought (and giving Janice quite the view...).

"You wanted to take the long route!" Janice finally huffs.

"So no one would see us!" Lauren retorts.

An involuntary moan escapes the trainer's lips as her clit brushes against her bike seat, causing her to momentarily lose control an lean forward just enough for her nose to momentary graze Lauren's booty.

"What was that?!" The smaller woman squeaks. The sensation causes her hands to squeeze the handlebars even tighter.

"N-nothing..." Janice pants as her sopping wet cunny stains the seat. "W-we... we're here..."

The bike slows to a stop in front of the rear entrance to an aging apartment complex.

Lauren quickly slides off the handle bars and quickly slaps one hand across her (surprisingly wet) pussy and the other over one of her tiny breasts (making sure to avoid her achingly sensitive nipple).

"L-let's go!" She orders, trying to sound bossy and controlling, but coming across more like an impetuous child.

"Ok..." Janice puffs as she practically slips off her slick seat and hobbles over to the door.

The obvious sent of both women's sexes fills the air as they step inside...