Co-workers : Sheila

‘I work with them, may as well know them ‘, or so I tell myself as I walk up. I feel my breasts bounce, my ass shake, ever so slightly as I walk toward them, and all the while aware of the cum dried in clumps upon my exposed skin and into my hair.

They were relaxed, casually chatting and laughing amongst themselves. Eyes all turned my way, and they fell silent as they stared, looking me over closely. “Sorry to interrupt, but could I trouble one of you for a ride home?”. I stood silently, waiting patiently as Several laughed at that. After several seconds, it's Sheila who stands up, walking to stand before me. She looks me up and down, scrutinizing me closely, a smile softly placed on her lips.

I smile softly her way, waiting as she rubs her hand softly on my right cheek, before flatly commenting, “My, you’re a dirty one, aren’t you? Did you lose your car, too?” My new co-workers laugh loudly at that, and I just stand there, naked and silent. Once they quiet down, “No, I walked over, and now it may be too late to walk back.”

She smiled back at me, her hand lowering down to my shoulder, “Don’t worry, I know your address, and I can give you a ride … hope you don’t mind wearing a helmet or being on public display a bit more; it’s a motorcycle."

I nod back, cool with it, “I’ll manage.” And she smirks back, “I’m sure you will”, and walked toward her rig. I followed close behind, my ass-shaking side to side more than normal. I hear my co-workers laughing as I passed, their hands rubbing upon my waist, and at least once, slapping my ass, as I made my way through them and to her rig. I find myself giggling to myself, enjoying the attention.

They got ever more boisterous and open as I passed through them, their hands upon my exposed skin; one on my side, another slapping my ass, even as another touched the small of my back. I find it all rather arousing. It seems to take forever to just get near her bike, and she tossed me a spare helmet.

I pause, noting she positioned herself up front and thus leaving me to ride behind, and thus very much exposed to all around. “You coming?” She teased, and I giggled, not able to come up with anything to say; all I could do was nod, put on the helmet, and get on behind her.

I held on tight to her, my legs spread around her, my bosom pressed against her back and my ass exposed to all behind us. As she starts the engine and leaves, I find myself enjoying the exposure.

The streets are rather well lit up, despite how late it was. All of which meant my nudity was well-highlighted for all to see. Every light we stopped at I could hear them comment, but I kept my eyes looking forward, enjoying the attention.

I recognized the roads; at least at first, though eventually, she must have taken a different turn than expected, as the roads swiftly became unrecognizable. I kept silent and did my best to cling to her.

Eventually, we get to a stop, but it’s not my place. As Sheila gets off the bike, she smiles my way while taking off her helmet. “Change of plans; you’re staying with me tonight. Can’t let you out of my sight. Your next shift will get here before you know it, and besides, you owe me ...”