I came out for a ride, of sorts, might as well go for it

Anthony would hate this guy, I think, and before I can even think I'm approaching the bike. "Where do I sit?" I ask. I know, stupid question, and the look he gave me told me as much.

"In front," he said, motioning to the space in front of him. The look he gives me pegs me as a dumb blonde and for once I don't care. In fact I find it turns me on even more.

"Do I have to pedal?" I asked, all wide-eyed innocence, and I can see he doesn't know if I'm serious. To distract him from his dilemma I lift my right legs straight up to get it over the bike, the movement bringing my mini up to my waist and flashing the entirety of my right ass-cheek to him. When I sit on the bike in front of him I snuggle backwards, feeling the large woody in his pants.

"Let's go somewhere," I say, and surprise surprise, he needs no prompting.

The motorcycle turns on with a road as he leans forward against me, the lump in his pants obvious against my backside as he pushes it against me. At the moment I hardly notice, though. The vibrations of the engine seem to have gone straight to my crotch; I think I even have a mini-orgasm right then and there.

Him leaning forward pushed me forward too, and the presses my pussy against the bike, sending more vibrations through me. It's even better than my vibrators were before Anthony - the jerk - made me throw them out.

We start to move slowly and I don't know where to put my hands so I put them on the handlebars beside his.

"Can I steer?" I ask.

"Uh.." he starts, but I peel one of his hands off the handlebar and clamp it onto my tit. It's child's play to do the same with the other. It takes him awhile to figure out that I now have control of the bike's steering and by the tensing of his groping hands I can tell exactly when he realizes it.

"Ooh," I say at that moment, wriggling my butt against the large bulge in his pants. "Do you wanna play?"