The motorcycle

Bria Jeurgen glanced from the sweaty kitchen worker to the high school students leering at her from the booth and decided she had better take her chances with the more mature and resourceful man outside. She pushed open the front door and stepped down the steps into the sun, waving at him. "Hey, Mr. DiGrasso, you were sayin' you'd give me a ride someday? How about today?"

The heavy-set man leaned on his motorcycle, wore jeans and a white vest over his considerable gut and held his helmet against his hip as he glanced the blonde beauty up and down. "You serious about that, little girl?" he inquired. "I don't appreciate being toyed with."

"I just finished my shift and I thought you could get me out of here," Bria explained sweetly as she stepped over to him, hands folded pleadingly as she glanced at his motorcycle. "It'd be my first time!"

"How old are you?" he asked, and as the girl seemed to be confused by the question he continued: "you see, it might just be because I knew your daddy when you were little but to me you still look like jailbait, and even though you've got a hell of a rack," he gestured at her full bosum straining against her top, "I could find that on a sixteen year-old, maybe younger!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. DiGrasso," the teen stammered, still unsure what the problem was. "I, um, just need..."

Vinnie stratled across his motorcycle, but forward enough to leave space for Bria on the seat behind him. "If you're under eighteen, no riding." Then with a quick kick, the motorcycle roared to life. The blonde glanced around, quickly considered her options, and clambered aboard. She had to slide her slim hips forward right up against him to sit comfortably on the seat, and the girth of his body between her knees spread her legs over 90 degrees. She declined the offered helmet, which would do nothing for her hair style, and gripped tightly to him as he accelerated out of the parking lot and onto the highway.

The motorcycle ride was a thrill, from the wind whipping through her long hair to the steady pleasing hum between her legs. As they reached cruising speeds, however, she realized too late that the wind buffeted up her skirt, blowing it up past her hips and ultimately flapping around her midsection. Since she was wearing thong panties, this left her hips and butt completely exposed to everyone they passed. She knew that she was turned on, but she wasn't sure if it was from the vibrations or the exposure. She held Vinnie even closer, desperately grinding her thin, moist panties against the rough denim of his backside...