a motorcycle

A black motorcycle stops in front of me. When the helmet opens, I realize that it is Eden. "Get behind me," she says.

"I don't have a helmet," I say hesitantly.

"Don't worry," she says reassuringly. "I know where to pass." I squeeze behind her and notice that she smelled like ripe mangoes. "Hold on," she finally says as she shuts her helmet and starts the motorcycle.

I hold onto her thighs. I could feel her leg muscles through the thin, form-fitting fabric of her leggings. My member is starting to harden at the feel of her tight ass cheeks against my crotch. We cross the street and enter a narrow passage between two buildings. The occasional bumps on our path pushes me harder against her backside and my hard-on is now more pronounced. I move my hands closer to her spandex-clad pussy. She responds by wiggling her ass. Encouraged, I trace the outline of her cunt through the thin material and realize that it is slightly wet. She responds by accelerating the motorbike. We make a few more turns and finally arrive at rear entrance of a large apartment.

"I'll just go up to my room to get another helmet," Eden says, somewhat panting, as she parks the motorcycle. "Will you wait here or go up with me?" she asks, glancing at the bulge on my pants.