The Ride

The sun was warm on his face as Jon stepped out of the house. Looking up, he saw that there was a blue sky above him, not a cloud in sight. Another beautiful Girl World day, he thought, smiling.

And it was only the beginning.

Jon was in the mood for adventure.

After his shower, Jon had decided that staying at the house would be a waste of a vacation. While the man and his children were fun, Jon wasn't at the Girl World resort to hang out with a family. No, he wanted to get busy with some ladies.

There were facecloths in the washroom which worked well at cleaning the leather bodice from the man's discharge. It still carried the smell of it slightly, but Jon didn't mind. It was a friendly reminder of their time together. Once Jon deemed it clean enough, he pulled it back on, enjoying the snug feeling it gave him as it encased his torso.

In the bedroom Jon found all the useful clothes he needed. A black pair of panties, a leather skirt, even a leather jacket! Sitting at the bottom of the closet were a pair of knee-high boots, each with a tall four-inch heel. He didn't think twice before he grabbed them, happy to add some height to his frame. He wasn't the shortest of men, but he knew that women loved a tall drink of water.

It was only after he had slung the purse over his shoulder that Jon went outside to feel the sunshine.

Then he noticed it.

Across the street from the house, in an otherwise residential neighbourhood, was a bar.

A biker bar.

"Weird," he mumbled, "The zoning in Girl World is all over the place."

A man with a long grey beard and an art gallery of tattoos pulled up on a huge Harley Davidson. Ripped denim, boots, black t-shirt, the man looked like the quintessential biker. Good, thought Jon as he sashayed across the street, Maybe he'd like to hang out, be adventurous.

"Hey, big boy," Jon decided to open with a nickname, as he wanted the man to like him, "Nice ride"

Maybe a leather skirt wasn't the best choice for riding on the back of a motorbike, Jon thought, but as the wind blew through his short-cropped hair, he decided he didn't care. Sure, the skirt had ridden up his thighs, allowing his thong-clad groin to press up against his new friend's denim behind, but it wasn't weird or anything. Jon and his biker buddy were just two bros out for a ride in the countryside! Was could be weird about that?

Jon squeezed the man in front of him in appreciation for the experience. It wasn't every day that Jon got to hop on the back of a motorcycle and enjoy the open road. For a moment or two, after Jon had approached the man, whose name Jon had forgotten to get, he wondered if he'd be rejected. After all, bikers were of an elite fraternity, a group who didn't do well with outsiders.

It must have been the outfit Jon had chosen. Like a hidden signal, a secret handshake, the man appraised Jon's leather thigh-high boots, his leather bodice, and his skirt, and accepted him warmly. With a warm, friendly, lecherous grin, the big man climbed back onto his motorcycle and patted the seat behind him.

"Well, better get on, slut," he had grunted gruffly, making Jon's heart flutter with neighbourly joy, "if you want to ride the big hog, you're first gonna have to ride the big hog."

Jon giggled at the man's cleverness. He didn't quite understand the nuance of the joke, but he knew it involved some sort of cute word-play, something to do with biker culture. He figured that it wouldn't do to act like he didn't get it, but rather roll with it. He'd never be accepted as "one of the guys" if he didn't act the part.

When they finally came to a stop, Jon took in his surroundings. Once again, Girl World surprised him with its beauty. Jon found himself at a placid lakeside, mountains in the distance, and a sandy beach leading up to the water. He took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air and quiet of his new locale.

The big man climbed off the bike, grabbed a bedroll, and trundled down the beach. Jon watched him go with fascination. How could such a big man exist? He seemed to be as wide as he was tall, a virtual behemoth. Jon was glad that they'd become friends; the last thing he'd want was to get on the bad side of a guy like that!

"Hey baby," the big man called over his shoulder, "You coming? Daddy's got a bad case of blue balls, and you're wasting daylight."

Jon didn't know what blue balls were, but his heart broke to hear that his new friend wasn't feeling well. He climbed off the bike and flitted after the big man, finding it difficult to move through the sand in his heels. Whatever was going on with his friend, whatever ailed him, maybe Jon would be able to help! After all, isn't that what friends do?