Ride blocked by the cops...

Belle and Jen held hands as they walked out of the bathroom and towards the parking lot. Elsa sat on the hood of her car while Belle’s motorcycle, ‘Phillippe,’ was parked next to the car. A police cruiser pulled up next to the bike. A blonde woman in a uniform got out of one side while black man got out of the other side. They looked at Elsa, Jen, Belle and the motorcycle.

“Now in this state,” the black man stated, “In order to ride a motorcycle, you have to wear a helmet… And I only see one helmet, so I know you ladies aren’t going to make us write a ticket, are you?”

“You ladies can do what ever you want back at your home,” the woman smiled, “But you need a helmet to ride.”

“Of course Officers,” Jen said, “We wouldn’t dream of breaking the law.”

Belle kissed Jen on the cheek as Jen let go of her hand. Jen went towards Elsa’s car while Belle went to the motorcycle. As the two officers started walking up and down the parking lot looking at the cars, the blonde pulled a business card out of her pocket and slipped it to Jen as she walked past. Jen looked at it as she got in the car. It was for a night club and bar, on one side was a lesbian pride pink and purple flag and on the other was BDSM pride flag with month dates.

“First Friday of the month, Second Saturday of the month, each Wednesday is a dress code night,” Jen read aloud as she buckled her seatbelt.

“Oh, Kinky,” Elsa smiled as she leaned over to fish for a kiss from Jen.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing her taking off a latex sexy little maid’s dress,” Jen said before kissing Elsa.

*

Elsa was behind Jen with a strapon pumping and vibrating in her Jen’s butt while Belle pumped and thrust her own strapon into Jen’s pussy. They were naked save for the strapon harnesses. The three of them were lost in their passionate embrace. Each young woman’s hand caressed the curves of the other women they writhed together with.

“Yes,” Jen moaned and gasped, “Harder, deeper, give it to me you kinky sluts!”

The three had gone back to Elsa’s apartment for lunch and a fuck. The plan was for once they fuck Jen cross-eyed, they would get a shower and gear up in their biker leather and go for a ride together with Jen riding with Elsa first. It was agreed since Elsa was the first biker babe in Jen’s Harem, she would give Jen her first ride. One the ride back, Jen would ride with Belle on her bike. Despite the banter, it was agreed that they would leave the sex toys at home and not in Jen’s Panties for the time being. She would need to focus on holding on to Elsa and Belle when riding.

“Yes, Yes, Yes…” Jen erupted in orgasm.

*

Jen stood in front of the mirror looking over her reflection. She wore the leather teddy that Elsa had bought for her, and then the leather riding pants with the inserts and Kevlar liner, a T-shirt was held up as she looked at her leather cupped breasts.

“Sexy,” Elsa came behind and wrapped her arms around Jen.

The platinum blonde kissed Jen’s neck.

“Finish getting dress so I can take you for a ride,” Belle purred.

Belle handed over a protective neck guard and Jen put it on. Elsa pulled down the t-shirt and took pleasure in tucking in the t-shirt. Elsa then put the leather jacket on Jen. It took an attempt or two since Jen was unused to the hard plates built into the protective clothing.

“This really tickles my leather fetish but in a different way,” Jen noted.

“Fetish leather, is very different from fashion leather and protective leather, but you look awesome regardless,” Elsa hugged Jen again.

“You two look amazing in your leathers too,” Jen smiled.

Jen reached out and picked up the helmet from the rack by the door on the other side of the mirror.

“I am looking forward to having your arms around me on the highway,” Elsa gave Jen a kiss on the cheek.

The three women grabbed their things and made their way out and down to the garage.

*

Jen got off the bike at the rest stop over looking the cliff side and the lake below. Elsa and Belle pulled their bikes into the gas pumps off to the right. Another woman walked by. She was wearing leather pants and a tank top.

“You riding bitch on your girlfriend’s bike?” the woman noted.

“What?” Jen asked unnerved.

“The second seat in back,” the woman said, “It’s called the bitch seat.”

“Oh, yes. My first ride,” Jem smiled.

“Yeah, hope you enjoy,” the woman smiled before walking away.

Jen turned and looked at the woman as she walked away, and noticed the ‘Dykes on Bikes’ patch on the back pocket of the woman’s pants.

*

The differences in bikes were subtle, but substantial. With Elsa, Jen had to lean in tighter and more forward to stay with her lover’s body on the racing bike. Belle’s bike was not as much a racing bike but was still a sports bike. Jen very much liked leaning into the French girl’s leather covered body. The engine vibrations traveling up the frame and between her legs only made the experience that much more fun. Jen’s leather covered pussy was sopping wet with desire for her lovers.

“Should we get something on the way home?” Elsa asked over the Bluetooth network she had set up for their helmets.

“No,” Jen breathed with a husky voice, “I need to get out of these leathers and in bed right away!”

Belle said something in French as Jen’s hand reached down and was rubbing Belle’s pussy behind her textile motorcycle riding pants. Elsa came up behind the pair on the Phillippe and slapped Jen on the leather covered ass.

*

The three barreled in the door of Elsa’s apartment. They could barely control themselves in elevator up from the garage. Once throw the door, the only care taken was Elsa hanging up the helmets. Dropping or throwing the helmet would render it useless in protection. The three unzipped, pulled, and ripped off the jackets, shirts, pants so that by the time they reached the couch; Jen, Elsa, Belle were naked from the knees up, kissing each other and their hands playing with each other’s nipples and pussies. Their pants held by the ignored boots but the three giggled and played with focus on their kissing each other and fingering each other.

*

Jen sat at work that Monday morning. Elsa and Belle were out shopping. She knew that meant trips to the fetish shop and various high end clothing shops. Jen did her job calmly.

“You seem rather chipper,” Michelle noted as she walked by.

“I had a good weekend,” Jen said without revealing any details.

“Yeah, it looks like it,” Michelle noted.

Jen hit a button on her phone to answer the incoming call. Michelle turned and left.