Zoey's Ride 1 - The Big Surprise

Now, whatever Zoey wants so urgently better be worth it. Like, it's not that you don't wanna see her, but... it's your free day of the week, where you neither have work or any classes to attend. Plus, she wanted you to come over ASAP. Shit, you were chilling in just your undies. You know, the sort of undies not reserved for Zoey to see. Therefore, you had to get dressed in a heartbeat - including a nicer set of panties, just in case - and catch the next bus. Where to? Not even her place! No, in the middle of the day, you were ordered to stop whatever you were doing and rush over to her dad's workshop. Come to think of it... she's never introduced you to each other, has she?

The thing is, and that's something you didn't take into account before you left - he's obviously going to be there too. Now, that in and of itself isn't an issue. However, had you thought of this in time, you probably wouldn't have picked this top to wear. Like, this is an uncomfortable lot of cleavage to present to her dad. Not that your skirt is much better either. Well, the first you can at least sort of hide with your jacket.

Her dad's workshop is located a little outside Bonn, near a gas station. It looks like a pretty rustic garage, not necessarily the most professional looking place. But hey, what do you know about the car repairs business? Regardless, the big gate is open, and you can already her the sound of welding in the back. A quick peek inside reveals a couple of cars in various states of repair. You decide against walking in though and instead, you take out your phone to text Zoey.

'I'm here. Can you come out?' reads your text and a few seconds later she sees your message. She doesn't reply though. She doesn't need to because from the back of the garage, you can already see her black cap, turned backwards as usual, pop out behind a car. And indeed, it is your girlfriend emerging, clad in a white tanktop and wide camo-pattern pants. Her clothes are less dirty than expected.

"Theeere's my girl!" she exclaims and opens her beautifully big arms, inviting you into a hug.

"That's meee." you smile and accept her embrace which is quickly completed by a kiss. "What's the matter? Why the rush?"

"Oh, I'll show you, hehe." she chuckles and grabs your hand to lead you inside.

"Mhm, well, you got me curious." you comment and allow her to pull you along.

"DAD! RONYA'S HERE!" Zoey yells over the welding noise which proceeds to stop.

"Who?" calls a deep, husky voice back.

"Oh, come on! My girlfriend!" she groans and leads you over to him.

"Aha." grumbles a person currently hidden behind a van.

"Can you fucking show yourself?" Zoey complains and wow, her tone towards her dad kinda catches you off guard here.

"Alright, alright." sighs the man and steps out, revealing himself. He's probably around 6'1 and built like a bear. Like, he's got a good belly going but just as much muscle as well. He also has some big, bushy beard and long hair, tied in a bun - both heavily graying. Damn, that's certainly a papa right there.

"Damn." he mumbles as he sees you, awkwardly standing next to his daughter. "I'm gonna be honest, I thought she was ugly."

"Je- fuck, dad!" snaps Zoey.

"Relax. She isn't." he defends himself, throwing his hands up. "You just never showed me. Thought that had a reason."

"Well, as you can see, she's hot." scuffs Zoey and pulls you closer. Damn, this is WEIRD.

"Not gonna comment on that." shrugs the burly man and holds his hand out. "Boris."

"Nice to meet you." you greet him, shaking his large hand. "I'm Ronya."

"Pleasure." nods the father and retracts his hand. "Now, if you'd excuse me." he says and turns to his daughter. "Some of us have work to do."

"Well, have fun." Zoey replies with a provocative smile. "We're gonna have fun in the meantime."

"Aha." Boris mumbles and vanishes back behind the van. "No fucking in the workshop, yeah?"

"We're not- FUCK." Zoey groans and gives him the finger, not that he can see. "Let's go, babe."

"Sure." you suppress a giggle and let her take you to another room in the back.

"Sorry 'bout that." she apologizes, not quite out of ear-shot but her dad has resumed welding.

"Don't worry. I found it kinda funny, to be honest." you chuckle. "Explains some things about you, you know?"

About to open the door to the back, Zoey raises an eyebrow at you.

"You know what. I'm not gonna question that." she declares and swings the door open. "BECAUSE - I'm in too good of a mood anyway."

"Ohh and why's that?" you wonder, walking past her into the room. It's another smaller garage, all kinds of tools and spare parts laying around. But right in the midst of all stands something hidden under a white blanket. Well, it's pretty obviously a motorcycle. It's really not hard to tell.

"Weell, hehe." snickers the tomboy and shuts the door. She then almost sort of hops over to the bike, clearly quite excited. Then, in one dramatic motion, she tears the cloth away, presenting the bike to you. Now, you have zero idea about bikes, or even cars in general. This one looks pretty slick though. Brown-ish copper colored and matte black accents. In any case, you make sure to act a little surprised, as if you didn't know what was coming.

"Hehe, yep." chuckles your girlfriend and runs a hand over the leather seat. "Fully restored by yours truly alone. Pretty neat, eh?"

"Yeah, definitely." you nod. You're not lying, this does look nice.

"Yep. Pops let me do this one completely on my own. He usually likes to double-check everything, you know." she explains, her voice taking on a proud undertone. "Just put the finishing touch on it earlier today."

"Well, it does look pretty good." you admit, stepping a little closer.

"Hell yeah. And it gets even better." Zoey announces and leans against it. "This baby's mine."

"Wait, really? It's not from some client?" you ask, genuinely surprised.

"Nope. Dad just told me today." she reveals, grinning widely. "This fucker made me work on my own damn bike and didn't tell me."

"Well shit, congrats!" you congratulate her, placing a hand on her arm.

"Hehe, thanks. Come on, sit." she invites and pats the seat.

"Oh, uh, sure." you agree and try to swing a leg over. Unfortunately, your skirt isn't really ideal for such an endeavor, but Zoey luckily helps you out, guiding, almost lifting you onto the seat. Oh, that was honestly kinda hot. Regardless, you manage to straddle the thing. You put both hands on the handlebar and your feet on the pegs. You have no idea what you're doing but you imagine that one would sit like this.

"Aw, that's kinda cute." comments Zoey, watching you from the side.

"Hey, I've never sat on a bike before, okay?" you defend yourself.

"And I didn't say anything. Just called you cute." smirks the futa and walks over to the garage door, a separate one for this room. With a press of a button, the metal gate slowly opens.

"Okaay, what's the plan here?" you inquire, still holding the handlebars.

"Well, you and me are gonna go for a ride." Zoey states, walking over to the door to the main garage and opening it. "DAAAD! WE'RE TESTING THE BIKE!"

"HELMET!" you hear her dad shout back and Zoey rolls her eyes.

"HeLmEt." she repeats mockingly, more to herself and then closes the door. "Asshat doesn't even wear helmets himself."

"Aww, but he wants his daughter to be safe~" you tease and throw her a smirk.

"Shuddup." Zoey scuffs and takes two helmets from a nearby shelf. "Come on, make some room, you fata- uh, beautiful girlfriend of mine."

"Haha, fuck you." you snicker and scoot back to let her mount her bike.

"Not in the workshop, you heard the man." Zoey smirks and holds one of the helmets up. You're about to reach for it, when you realize she intents to put it on for you. So, you pull a few strands of hair out of your face and tilt your head to her. She grins, and puts the helmet on, pulling the strap tightly.

"Good?"

"Good." you confirm, feeling her tug a little harder. It's a strange feeling, being confined like this.

Zoey then puts on her own and mounts the motorcycle, sitting in between your legs. Ooh, that's a wide ass back presented to you. The horny aside, though, she's just in her tank top. It's almost October.

"Zoey, as much as I appreciate you wearing as little as possible..." you start and place your hands on her shoulders. "This is gonna be too cold."

"Pff, I'll live." she insists and starts the engine.

"It's gonna be windy, Zoey." you argue and rub her shoulders.

"It's gonna be fiiine."

"No sex for a week."

"You know, I should really go get a jacket."

"That's what I thought."