The Motorcycle Racers

“… the motorcycle racers!”

I pointed, beaming.

“Oh, so you have motorcycle racing experience?”

“Ehmm, not exactly…”

I admitted, my not so well thought out motivations making themselves clear.

“… I just thought they would be fun.”

Trent laughed as we walked over, causing me to punch him in the arm.

“Hey, don’t laugh at me! Isn’t fun the entire point of a date?”

“Yes, yes, you got me! Of course it is.”

He got on the lime green bike on the left, while I got on the hot pink one to the right. Sliding my leg onto the machine, I became very aware of a few things I hadn’t thought of before coming over here. I’d never gotten on a motorcycle in a dress before, so I had to pull my skirt high up my thighs to make it work, and with my legs spread out over the machine I became very aware of the absence of a dick between my legs. The way the bike was set up too, like a sports bike, made my ass stick out behind me, straining against my white skirt.

I could feel some eyes on it while I settled into the riding position, blushing a little despite myself as some arcade patrons admired my body.

This position is so compromising in a woman’s skin… it’s turning me on a little.

“Ready to start?”

Trent asked, revving the throttle of his virtual machine.

“Let’s do it.”

I met his eyes before the game started, an intensity infusing my words I didn’t entirely expect, before the race began!

The track we were playing on was set up like the streets of Manhattan, but sealed off into a race track, which meant lots of straights mixed in with incredibly tight turns, so mastery of breaking and acceleration was absolutely required.

We both started off at the back of the pack, 10 AI riders ahead of us blocking out path, but both of us began weaving through them after the first turn.

Even with whatever real world experience Candida probably had, the rules and different physics of this game leveled the playing field. By lap two, we were leading the pack, exchanging first and second position every corner. It had been years since I’d been in an arcade like this, and it was bringing back all kinds of old memories.

I laughed as I overtook Trent at a particularly sharp corner before we headed into the last lap, certain I was going to maintain a lead in the third lap.

“It won’t be that easy!”

He laughed as his character sped up behind mine, his choice of bike being more powerful versus my more agile machine. There were two corners left before a big straight ending at this finish line, and I knew this would be my time!

I hit the first corner tight, and pulled though fast, following the driving line I imagined in my mind. Trent was right behind me, pulling through the corner slower but catching up quickly as his acceleration pulled him towards me.

Now… I just have to hit the next corner tight!

I pulled into it, leaning my whole body with the bike to the side as my long, dark hair tickled past my shoulders and hung down, my belly and breasts pressed down on the metal giving me an erotic thrill. I pulled through the corner tighter than I was expecting and it worked out perfectly, pulling out ahead! I’d bought myself a decent lead, and now it would all come down to the final straight, which I knew Trent had the advantage on.

I shamelessly screen-peeked to see where he was on the map, and saw he’d done the corner nearly as well as me. It was all riding on a difference of seconds from the turn!

I was speeding ahead, but I could tell his powerful motor was taking him to higher gears, as his momentum increased and he began catching up fast. I almost started hopping up and down on the bike as I willed it to go faster, seeing him creeping up behind me. It was the final 1000 meters when he caught me and we were neck and neck, right at the end!

Oh no, no, no!

We were both at max speed as the virtual crowds blurred into nothingness, losing ourselves in the speed as we approached the finish line. We both rocketed up, neck and neck, before the screen went dark before the results were released.

I was breathing fast as I waited, excitement and the thrill from the race suffusing my body as the anticipation built to be too much. The results came through with… Lime Green first, hot pink second??

“Ahhh noooo!”

I moaned as I put my head down on the handlebars in frustration, the difference of only a few seconds deciding his win and my loss.

“Uggghhh, fine. Fine! Whatever!”

I huffed as I slid off the bike, my pussy lips tingling a little through my panties as they were dragged over the leather seat.

“Pheewwww, I actually can’t believe that, I was freaking out I’d lost!”

Trent exhaled, looking surprisingly nervous and sweaty after how close the race had been.

“Hmpf, see. I can hold my own.”

I crossed my arms, pushing my breasts up while I huffed, before I noticed the small crowd that had formed around us dissipating.

How long had they been there? Were they here for the race, or… here to see me on that bike?

A perverse pleasure worked through me in the form of a shiver as I thought about how Lisa would look spread out on a motorcycle, her gorgeous ass positioned like an invitation. How inviting and sexy I must have just looked…

“I won’t lie, you had me a little terrified that time. You’re a serious racer on those machines.”

He got close again, as I awaited hearing what my punishment for losing might be. I closed my eyes as I imagined. Originally I’d come out today not expecting anything to happen, and I knew I could resist his advances. But we’d been having a lot of fun so far, and that kiss had felt really, really good, so…

“What do you want from me this time?”

I kept one eye opened as he thought about his response, before his eyes roved up my body and then lit up with an idea. He got in close, before whispering in my ear;

“Let me kiss your breasts… I want to run my tongue all over them.”

His hot breath in my ear, and that lewd suggestion… I felt my panties grow damp as this body lusted after him.

This is bad, Lisa’s body can’t resist a situation like that… and I can’t either!

“Out here? But everyone will see…”

I eeped out, embarrassment and barely concealed pleasure coursing through my words.

“Hmm, that wouldn’t be so bad… but going to jail for indecent exposure would ruin the other dates I had planned, so come with me.”

His fingers interlocked with mine as he guided me away, his big firm hands squeezing mine gently and making me a little weak at the knees. He pulled me into a photo booth and drew the curtain tight, my back pressed against the wall and him in between the exit in the tight space.

“Now…”

His eyes were hungry as I let a shy expression take to my face, embarrassed at what we were doing and how **** I was, but with a twisted enjoyment just below the surface. I pulled my dress and bra down, feeling immediately the weight of Lisa’s big breasts on my chest.

He ran his fingers on them gently, before leaning in and taking a nipple in one mouth, playing with the other one expertly with his fingers. His tongue was so warm and hot! It felt like I could feel it’s texture in hyper vivid detail as it teased over my sensitive areola, as I bit down on the index finger of my fist to try stop me from moaning, only to fail.

“Mmhhmm...!”

It came out barely suppressed, as I felt his lips move into a smile. He loved making me feel so good… knowing how much he wanted to please me as he took his own pleasure too make my knees even weaker as my head started feeling mushy from all the dopamine that was rushing out.

Oh my Gooood… Female pleasure is way too addictive!

He moved his tongue down into the other nipple now, kissing and sucking on it as I moaned out again, pressing his weight onto me against the cold metal wall of the photo-booth. I ran my fingers through his luscious hair as he did it, desperately fighting the urge to finger myself while he did it.

He broke his kissing, pulling his head up close to my ear as his hot breath filled it, whispering;

“Shall we take some pictures? This is a photo-booth, after all.”

“What…??”

I gasped out, the idea filling me with glee.

“… Let’s do it!”

I whispered back, loving how sensual Lisa’s voice sounded leaving my mouth, using her voice to whisper sending tingles down my spine from right up in my skull down to my tailbone.

I heard the sound of him sliding a coin in the machine as we turned, smiling for the first flash. For the second one he put his mouth to my nipple again while he gave my other boob a squeeze, pleasure and surprise mixing in my expression as I moaned out.

This is making me so wet… everything we’re doing, and knowing those photos will slide out of the booth and someone could see… knowing people can probably hear my moans…

“I want a kissing picture too, okay babe?”

I smiled, loving surrendering totally to the role of the horny girlfriend as I took his face in my hands and pulled him into a kiss, eyes closed the flash went off, tongues rushing into each other’s mouths while his fully erect penis strained against his jeans and pressed into my thigh.

Oh no… this is too much… I really, really want to have sex right now!

I was so lost in the moment the fourth flash came as a total surprise, capturing a moment where our eyes were just meeting. We stumbled out of the booth, me hastily getting my bra on as I pulled my dress up, boobs still a little damp from his warm saliva on them. I tried to ignore how soaked my panties were getting as we collected the photos from the side of the machine, grateful they were there but also a little disappointed no-one else had seen them.

“Ohh, they turned out incredible. Here, you keep them. I think you were more than a little getting into it in there ‘babe’.”

His cheeky smile met my furious blush as I accepted the photos, spinning them around. The flash had added a powerful aesthetic to the pictures, and they’d come out so well! The couple in the photos could have been models, Trent’s ideal complexion and bone structure only matched by his well sculpted body, but the real star of the show was me. My breasts looked gorgeous and full, nipples covered in saliva erotically, while my perfect face and make-up looked too lewd with the expressions I was doing, long, luscious dark hair flowing down over flawless tan skin in waves.

Lisa was always beautiful, but never looked so sexy… this body is so different when I’m the one underneath the skin…

The last picture in particular stood out to me. It seemed like there was such a connection flowing between the two of them, Trent having a cheeky grin while I was almost incandescent with a flirty, sexual energy, flashing the “fuck me” eyes shamelessly. Even just seeing the woman in the picture turned me on, and I felt my pussy squeeze just looking at both people in the image.

Oh my God, this is getting to be way too much… I don’t know if I can ever turn my back on pleasure like this.

“So, I think I know what the final game we should play is. We’ve got one more, remember?”

I looked up as Trent took my hand, the two of us settling into an easy walk together, chemistry plain to see between the two of us.