It is one of fall’s indian summer days and we decide to indulge in
one of the last warm sunny days by taking a ride. Today I insist that
you wear a dress which is made of a light cotton, ties up the bodice,
and has a short flirty skirt. You try to protest claiming that while
the day is warm there is still a cool breeze. We settle that you
should wear your leather jacket and press close to me while riding.
The ride is primarily uneventful as road winds sharply and any
distractions could be deadly. The speed is high and I can feel you
pressed to me. I start to slow down, you attempt to scream above the
wind and the engine but your words fly away. I turn down a small road
curving into a small clearing by a lake. You gently dismount so I can
put the bike on the center stand. A smile crosses your face as you
comprehend the action. You mount the bike, only this time placing your
arse on the gas tank, facing me. I can smell your excitement and push
your skirt up to reveal a pair of frilly bikini underwear. (more…)