West, toward the main road

It's a tough call, but you have a feeling heading up the hill may prove to bring more excitement. After inspecting the street for traffic, you start walking west along the sidewalk.

You have the outlets of two smaller streets just like yours to pass by before you reach the main road. It's actually kind of nerve-racking because the homes at the end of the streets all have their back yards fenced up; you would likely have to hop over one of them for a hiding spot if a vehicle suddenly appeared. Faced with the lack of cover, you pick up your pace again, running to the next street over. As you approach it, you hear the sound of a car somewhere nearby. You get ready to duck into your neighboring street if need be, but the car, it turns out, is up on the main road. You see its headlights fly by at the top of the hill before hearing it zoom off into the distance.

Well, now you know there's definitely traffic up there. You'll have to keep that in mind.

You listen for the sound of other cars for a moment. When you don't hear anything, you carefully continue on your way to the next outlet. Wow, you're so far from your house now, and you're completely ****. It's terrifying, yet so incredibly stimulating. If you weren't so paranoid of someone driving by, you'd stop and pleasure yourself right this instant.

Before you reach the final outlet, you hear another car coming. You run over and grab the top of someone's fence, ready to jump into their yard. Again, you see the headlights of a vehicle breeze by at the top of the hill, probably a pickup truck this time given its size. Relaxing, you let go of the fence. You start to wonder if this is such a good idea considering you've already seen two cars pass by up there. Well...you can be more careful once you get there, you suppose. The goal was only to make it there, after all.

You hurry along to the last outlet. You're just a short stretch of sidewalk from the main road now. Listening for traffic, you hear nothing. If you're going to go up there, you might as well do it now.

Sticking to the line of grass beside the fence, you cautiously approach the top of the hill. You lower yourself down as you go, trying to stay out of view. By the time you reach your destination, you're crawling on your hands and knees, ready to drop down flat to the grass should any cars pass by.

You did it! You really made it all the way up here.

You scout out the road for as far as you can see. It's very well lit, as expected. Even the front yards of homes along the road don't have much darkness to them because of all the streetlights. It certainly feels different from your own street. In fact, you could swear you feel more of the cool night air blowing against your body up here—something to do with the landscape, you imagine.

Even though you saw those two vehicles before, you don't see any sign of traffic at the moment. That's strange. But, if it's like this...why not take advantage of it?

Your knees almost numb from the adrenaline running through your body, you slowly push yourself to your feet. You stand up straight, in full view of the road. If anyone drove by right now, they would absolutely see you. You can't believe you're doing this!

You stand there for what feels like an eternity, waiting for some cue, any cue to drop back into hiding. Still, the street remains devoid of cars.

...Now what? You're here. You've done it. You've put yourself out there for anyone to see. But...if no one comes by, it feels sort of...dull. If that's how it's going to be...maybe you should...take a little walk...along the main road itself? Your head spins at the very thought of it. How far are you going to push this before you get caught? It's not like there's anyone around right now, though. Even if someone did come, you'd have time to find something to duck behind, right? Possibly...

Hell, you can do this! Just go for it!

Following the curve in the sidewalk, you push yourself forward and start walking south beside the big road.

You feel like your heart is about to beat right out of your chest. You're out in the open next to a street that's incredibly busy in the daytime, your tits and ass hanging out where anyone could see them. You're so far beyond having a good excuse for your actions that it's not even funny.

Your ears pick up on a rumbling noise. It sounds like...a motorcycle. Pausing, you quickly scan the road in both directions. You don't see anything. It does sound kind of far away—not that you're an expert on the matter or anything. Everything seems clear for now, though.

You keep on going, hardly able to believe that you've made it so far without seeing a car. Up ahead and to your right, you see an entrance to the neighborhood on the other side of the road. You haven't been down that way much at all since there's nothing but houses down there as far as you know. Even further ahead, you see the next entrance to your neighborhood. No matter what, you should probably take it and follow it back to your house when you get there. You've already gone far beyond what you expected to do tonight. This much is enough.

As you're walking, you're abruptly blinded by a light coming from your right side. You freeze where you're standing, the sound of an engine assaulting your eardrums. After coming up the hill from the other neighborhood's entrance, the lone headlight of a motorcycle is peering directly at you.

Oh fuckfuckfuck! You thought the motorcycle was far away! How did you guess so wrong? Shit! Should you run and hide? Is there even a point? They've already seen you!

Stepping on the gas, the person riding the motorcycle brings the bike around onto the main road and pulls up next to you. They're wearing what you would consider rather stereotypical biker gear: a dark leather jacket and faded blue jeans, with white leather gloves over their hands. They seem slender, too, especially compared to the bigger guys you usually see riding these things. Propping the bike up with their leg, they turn their helmet to look at you.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. They're looking at you naked! At some point you moved your hands to cover up your private parts, but still, it only helps so much! What are you supposed to do? What are you supposed to say?

Without a word, the biker reaches behind them and gives their seat a pat.

What...is this? Is he...is he asking you to join him? WHAT? Riding a motorcycle is something you're not experienced with in itself, but riding in the nude? There's no way you can do that! ...Is there?