Well, Sure . . I mean

I catch him staring at me, which was easy given how much of my more intimate areas were on display; thanks in part to the micro mini skirt I had on, and my top being pulled down really did a number on that one. I manage to shoot him a smile, even as I gave my micro mini skirt another tug, in a helpless battle to make it at least hide my shaved mound. Joe smiles back at me, clearly enjoying the sight. After a moment of silence, I manage to speak up, "Well, sure ... I mean if you're interested in grabbing a bit. I don't want to keep you away from your plans."

His smile widened in response, "My schedule? I'm free, believe me. Come on! I know just the place!" With that, he put an arm out, and the next thing I knew he was pulling me from my chair, my hand in his, and we were making our way to the exit. I heard myself giggle, amused as I watched others in the waiting room stare my way. I gave my skirt another fruitless tug, which once more did next to nothing to hide my exposed ass cheeks. My top did not help matters, as it threatened to pop out of place at any moment and reveal what little of my breasts it had kept hidden from view. Even when worn properly, it left over half my breasts exposed, complete with a healthy amount of underboob. Now, it seems to have a mind of its own to lead what remained out for a show. With Joe holding my left hand in his, I had **** but to put a stop tugging at my skirt if I had any hope of keeping my top in check.

Soon, I was out in the open, my revealing outfit, combined with my high heels lowly announcing each step, drawing attention my way. Not that he noticed as he made his way ...to a motorcycle. Sure, he had an extra helmet for me, but my attire was not the most conducive to riding on one. Unless flashing the world was my idea of a good ride. "Won't you rather take my car? I'm not exactly the best dressed for this . . ."

I trailed off as he flashed me a grin, looking me once over, and plainly enjoying the view. After a moment, while I resisted trying to cross my arm over my chest, answered me then. "I'm sure you'd do fine. If you can wear it to work, I'm sure it won't embarrass you more for a quick ride on a 'cycle. ...Though, if it's that much a concern, I could just have you sit upfront on my lap." He added the last bit with a smirk, obviously enjoying the idea of me riding on his lap like that. Well, it would conceal my problematic skirt issue, but then again my ass and mound would be pressed hard against his package, Plus, then he would have to grab me around my waist to hold on, and thus have a good excuse to 'accidentally' pull my top-down or off, and give other motorists a clear view of my bosom ... just when I would need both hands for the handlebars, to boot.

I let out a sigh, as I briefly pondered my options. He stood there quietly, obviously enjoying the view of me, as he stared at me, as most of my body was on display for him to see...