You Need a Helmet... and Something For The Seat

"You'll need this." He says tossing her a full, black helmet, with tinted visor, "And..." He rubs his forehead, "Not to sound... Harsh or anything, but, you need something to cover the seat."

I look at him, slowly turning beet red, I know where he's going with this, but I am too embarrassed and ashamed to help him finish.

"You see... with you being naked underneath that t-shirt and all... and the bike, with the vibrations, and your..." He breathes out, almost as if going back to his old ways of being in a motorcycle gang, "Look, I just don't want the leather seat of my bike to get wet from your pussy is all."

If my face wasn't flushed red already, it was with the rest of my body now. Having him talk about my body so bluntly like that, and have him accuse me of being even a little bit horny from any of this was so embarrassing.

"I'll have you know that I don't enjoy any of this!" I shouted, "Having my mum drag me out of the house wearing nothing but this t-shirt, having her stupidly lock us out of our house, have her putting me in embarrassing situations, flashing people my...!" I stopped, turning a deeper shade of red.

He just laughed, "Look, I'm sorry," he did seem genuine, "Look, nobody will recognise you in that helmet, I promise I won't look at... anything. You can either take your t-shirt off and lay it on the seat, or you can wait out here until I get back. It's up to you, though I will say this, I would enjoy the company."