Ride Behind

As he hands me a helmet, I smile at him as I amusingly declare, "I'll ride on behind you. I can manage to hold on if you can manage to control your hog." He smiled back, "OK, well then hang on tight. I don't want you to lose your grip, and I'm known to be a bit crazy on the curves."

'Haha.' I comment dryly as he gets on the bike, and I quickly secure the helmet and get on behind him, holding on tightly to him, pressing my own curvy breasts into his back as he gets it started. Even before we leave the parking lot, I'm quickly aware of how much of my ass, and very possibly part of my shaved mound, is visible from behind as I feel a cool breeze blow across my exposed skin.

I have not lost my grip on him though, well aware that flashing strangers is much less an issue than losing my grip. I felt my skirt, or what little there was of it, lifted up then, flapping wildly in the breeze, and thus flashing what little it had covered to the world. We had bearly left the parking lot, but already my micro skirt quickly crept up to be nothing more than a belt. I felt my face become flush from the feeling, made worse as I expected people were looking my way but dared not try to pull my skirt down.

As we travel, I look before us, trying to guess where he's taking us. I'm new to the area, so I don't have many ideas. We went through a few lights, and I continued to hold onto him tightly, my breasts pushing against his back hard before we were **** to stop at a red light. Aware as I was of how exposed my ass and mound likely were, I still held on tightly to him for safety.

I saw a few people walking by, pointing at me and laughing. I simply turned my gaze forward again, watching the light intently, as if my gaze would cause it to change. It seemed to take forever to change, leaving me exposed to everyone around me. Some were walking across the street before me, but I also saw a crowd forming beside us, waiting to cross the same street we were. With nothing better to do, more than a view pointed and stare at the exposed parts of my body. I saw a few flashes of light then, causing me to blink at the sudden bright light as people snapped photos.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, the light started to change, though it did not bring immediate relief, as it caused even more people to pass by, and I'd swear that a growing number were pointing at me. Finally, it was green for us, and we finally can get moving.

It's not long before we stop at a restaurant. We stop at a parking spot nearby, and while I can finally tug at my skirt, it does little to pull it back into place. He must have been fast putting the kickstand up, as swiftly he has an arm wrapped around my waist, holding me tight against him. My skirt is also held up in the process, causing me a rather obvious Southern exposure as we walk up to the greeter. I do my best not to let it bother me, less my surprise draw even more attention.

I'm drawn back into the present then, as We're asked if we prefer to sit inside or out, and before I get a chance to speak up, he declares, "Outside ... the weather's finally getting good." She nods, leading us to a rather exposed location by the street. Unsure if I should say something, as I don't want to admit my wardrobe malfunction if he's not already aware.

Wait, are you sure you don't want to sit inside? It sure looks comfy and ..." I trail off as he takes me by the hand, his voice sounds amused, almost coy to me as he spoke, "What, and miss this wonderful day we're having?"