Reverse Piggyback

"The only way to get him back down quickly is if I carry him." Tasha says

"You sure? Even with your pack?" Priscilla asks with only a hint of skepticism. Tasha nods.

"Not a problem. Worst case is I drop the pack a little ways out and come back for it later." She says as she pulls out a few leather straps. "Here, I need help with this part." She says as she removes her long outer coat.

Priscilla stands up and helps her lash you to Tasha's bosom. Your head nearly buried in her cleavage and your legs splayed lewdly over her hips. You only have your hands free. Tasha puts her coat back on, nearly completely enclosing you in it. The pain has dulled somewhat as Priscilla wraps ice on it. Tasha leans her head and whispers to you.

"Sorry Sir, didn't manage a shower today after my morning workout, bear with it if you can and we will have you back home in just a jiffy." You nod your understanding. Her scent of sweat is engulfing you, especially with your face cradled betwix her breasts.

Priscilla curses whatever Goddess there is of phone reception and you three head back down.

The gently bobbing motion of Tasha's steps are quiet relaxing and you notice that there is an increasingly prominent bulge rubbing against your stomach and chest. She must have tucked her rod up vertically which is now sandwiched between you two. It's at least 18 inches long by feel of it. You gently start to grind against it with each step, using your legs as leverage. Tasha again whispers down to you.

"Careful sir, that's my cock. Sorry again about this, if you want we can swap you to on my back?"