nakedbike

Sabine had had enough. Just trouble and somehow always because of men. Her boyfriend had been ex for a few days, she had just quit her job as a waitress and a teacher in her A-level class seemed to have her on his hit list.

In short, she was fed up. That was bad. But she also had a motorcycle. And that was good.

She was currently sitting on it on the way to her favorite route 45 minutes away from home, but there she would enjoy absolute relaxation. As she did every time she was there. She revved the engine slightly so that the vibrations were transmitted through the saddle directly to her pussy in a stimulating way. She could ride like this for hours, it was just frustrating when cars or traffic lights slowed her down.

She would miss the beer garden where she had just quit her job. The money was good and waitressing was easy for her. People were usually nice, sometimes drunk, both of which usually came with a good tip. With increasing ****, there were sometimes suggestive remarks or even a slap on the bottom, all within reason, usually an announcement or a sharp look was enough. Only the guy today was already drunk as a skunk shortly after midday, a pudgy man in his mid-forties who not only wanted to shove his tongue down her throat but also his hands under her top. He needed a knee in the crotch and a second kick in the balls with the tip of her foot. She would have liked to kick his teeth out, but she remembered that up to this point it could still be interpreted as affect. She had learned that once. No idea if that was true. No matter.

But that alone was not the reason for quitting, the boss had messed that up himself. She didn't have to beat the guest up to the point of hospitalization and she would provoke something like that with her appearance. Wink, wink. But that's not how it works. Every woman can decide about her own body. Even if she were a naked waitress, no one would have the right to touch her. Period. So the contents of a half-full glass of beer ended up in the boss's crotch, garnished with a “I quit, pisser!”. On the way out, she could still see his wife dragging him into the back room by the ear. Knowing Sabine, he'd been given an extensive sexism lesson...