Victor's motorcycle

Valerie sighed. Teasing Victor was fun while it lasted. It was time for her to hold up her end of the deal.

She cleaned her t-shirt in the stream before putting it on. The thin, wet fabric was basically transparent - while it was better than being naked, it wasn't better by much.

"How are we going to get there?", she asked him as they resumed walking through the forest.

"We're a few clicks out from where I left my bike. Once we're on the road, we'll make a stop to get you dressed, and then we head straight to the casino."

"Sounds like a plan.", she said.

The walk was long, and fairly uneventful. Not that Valerie minded - it was frankly good to have an uneventful stretch of events for once. By the time they got to Victor's bike, the sun had set. She saw him let out a huge smile as he glanced upon his vehicle.

She saw why - his motorcycle was a racing bike with a lot of custom mods. He handed her a spare helmet as he put on his own. He motioned to the back seat as he mounted the bike and revved up the engine. She carefully mounted the back seat, putting her arms around Victor's waist to stabilize herself as they sped off.

While on the highway, she became acutely aware of the position she was in. She was essentially squatting, her bare ass hanging out for anyone on the road to see. Worse, every slight bump on the road would cause her to rub her exposed pussy on the leather set, sending shivers through her entire body. On the bright side, at least the wind would dry her wet t-shirt really fast.

After a while, she was grateful for the helmet that was hiding her flushed face. Several commuters had noticed her state, with even some honks coming her way. She prayed she wouldn't leave a large enough wet spot on the seat for Victor to notice.

She had to shake her head clear as she noticed Victor slow down, and make a turn.