Hot leather and bare skin

“Come on, let’s get you home…” Had been Ms Jay’s only statement since pulling away from the passionate, cum-infused kiss they had shared. She had dragged Stacy quickly out into the back areas of the club: cheaply lit corridors and cramped little changing rooms. Leaving Mr Banks and co to their own devices while she slipped back into tight-fitting leather pants and yet the disguise of an everyday, suburban single-mother. Her young companion was offered a denim jacket, the only item going spare that might offer some degree more concealment and protection against the late October winds. Something that Stacy was grateful of when she realised she was being offered a lift upon the back of a motorcycle.

She had always thought of the fact that Melanie owned and maintained this great, metallic beast as just one of the many reasons the woman was so cool. But now, hooking her leg up over the extended seat and feeling the thing rumble into life under her still-bared pussy… she understood that it was definitely all still part of the barely-contained, burning sexuality of her guiding idol. Mark’s mom almost certainly knew what effect riding through town dressed in torn, black latex and clinging to her shapely form would have upon the teen. As they pulled out from the dingy alley behind the stripclub and the tarmac began to fly below… Stacy thought back to every time she had seen her friend ride along in this position and wondered how he could possibly have done so without getting an erection?!

She grasped onto Ms Jay just below those incredible tits and squeezed her smaller body as tightly as possible to the woman’s back, filled with the euphoria and adrenaline of this flight. Neon signs and pale faces seemed to flash past like ghosts as they roared along. Stacy’s heart leapt at the thought of how those same lights might reflect off the skin-tight curves of her ass as it slid in and out of vision. She must surely look like some gothic, sci-fi poster child or BDSM pet of her older mistress. Those overtly-advertised fetishes that seemed undeniably required upon the cover of every otherwise philosophical 80’s novel or Japanese anime that Peter obsessively collected. A fantasy that she was living out in feeling the throbbing, rumbling machine burn hot between her legs and send such heart-thumping ecstasy trembling through her limbs. She must have cum twice just from that short journey alone. Everything that had led up to this only adding more depth to the raw physicality of having an engine rubbing near-directly against her completely exposed genitalia.

When finally they arrived back at that house she knew so well… the teen could barely lift her leg up, off and down from the vehicle. She stumbled forward past the lawn where she had once danced naked with the dew, watched and aided by Ms Jay wearing an oh-so-subtle smile. Stacy guessed that perhaps she herself had ridden pantiless more than once… and had wanted someone to share the experience with who would appreciate it appropriately. Still, they hurried inside rather quickly… so as not to earn any scandalous looks from curtain-twitching neighbours. Somehow the teen was already forgetting just how unsuitable her outfit might seem, to those of judgemental disposition. To her it already felt just like her natural skin… something she saw no reason to be ashamed of, and only wanted to share with any who might desire it. What sane world was this, where that could be considered a sin?