Gender: Male Age: 35 Location: N/A
Statutory warning:This is a pure biker girl flash type of story, if its not your kind of stuff ,this will be little more than one ugly bed time story for you.
I was about 12 years old, still confused about some new found abilities of my front midsection ,the fullest extent and purpose of which I was yet to comprehend. All that I knew embarrassingly for my age was that every time I saw well defined butts and tits of women ,the fly of my trousers threatened to break seams and rupture open. I am going to narrate about a day when this did happen and worse, in a public place.
It was a pleasant sunny Saturday morning and I was given some chores to do including some groceries from a shop in outskirts of town where we live. Ours is a small town but not lagging behind cities in any way when it comes to flaunting sexuality and fashion sense. Sunny days are thankfully not that rare and so short skirts and scanty tops make summer truly a season for young fellas to eagerly look forward to. Speaking of shapely butts and tits ,that’s one thing never in shortage in our town, most folks are extremely health conscious ,would rather bike or jog around in town . The weights and weight machines in gyms are well worn out in constant need for replacements. It was most people’s dream town come true for me, a fact I never fully appreciated until I grew up and a lot of things put in right perspective.
Now back to my story, On may way to town shop on my kids bike, some thing caught the corner of my eyes that was odd enough to make me wobble a bit. There stood a teenage girl on the drive way of one of those elegant bungalows struggling to hold straight a …what looked like a road legal dual bike, it could easily pass for an off road dirt bike by the looks and would have been a monster of a bike for my size. But It seemed to match her some what evenly. She was obviously learning a thing or two about it from the guy beside her helping her to size it up, probably her brother. What surprised me was her attire, a short denim skirt and a cool golfing t-shirt top, not to mention the moderate high heels.I hope she’s too sane to try out the bike on the road on that attire ,I mused , before the scene left my field of vision and I had no choice but to proceed on the road without looking back too much and drawing attention. One sound ringing in my ears even after the scene disappeared was the girlish giggles of excitement with each careless over exerted revs of the throttle.
So, now with a bit of distraction in mind and some newfound disorientation in finding the well known shop I proceeded. Our town obviously doesn’t have enough population for traffic jams or unruly chaotic driving. Yet traffic rules are worshipfully followed even if roads are deserted. The traffic light ahead was amber.I was cursing under my breath as I peddled harder. A familiar sound began to advance into my ear from a distance behind me. No it wasn’t any girly giggles, but it was a close second familiar sound of uneven throttles like some ones hanging on for dear life on to it. At my own ‘top speed’ I didn’t want to look around and chance my self kissing the road unintentionally. I didn’t have to, within a few moments, the sound was beside me and in corner of eye I could see the image of a girl probably in 16s or 17s ,tension writ all over her face, though her well toned body with large boobs and buns for her age(she must have been killing herself over those exercise bikes )defiantly perched atop the same dual road bike ,for a moment I imagined that she must have changed to some track suits but…..and what the…. Same denim skirt and t shirt.Its better that the onlookers have accidents than her , I thought with anxiety.
Then I realized that she’s struggling to slow down, probably still searching for the foot break while fiddling with front breaks, her hands and legs getting real fidgety with the controls. Too late, the red lights are on at the junction which I noticed late after tearing my eyes away from her for a moment to peek a straight look at the road.I had no trouble stopping my little bike. She was in the middle of some heavy weight wrestling with a machine ,like a matador who accidentally sat on the bull while trying to subdue it and is being taken for the ride instead. we would have had a roaring audience if not for the near deserted junction as most town flocks were still cuddling in their beds catching up with mega sleep debts or in prep for the late night ahead.
She probably found the breaks in time I suppose , the motorcycle slowed down faster now and came to a jerky halt right over the road marking.I thought she sat there on the vehicle motionless like sitting in an arm chair for a moment. Then as though by sudden realization her shapely and well toned legs began to quickly relieve themselves from the foot pegs and fly out in a flash downwards in search of ground. I was right behind her about 5 meters ,seeing all this. It became obvious that both feet were in competition against each other to reach ground . Only one leg can succeed, for the girl was obviously vertically challenged as far as the saddle height of this machine goes and she was buying time against gravity’s inevitable by shifting her butt on either side to balance the bike.After a split moment ,as I was fearfully witnessing a loosing battle unfolding in front of me, her left toe reached ground and firmly planted itself on road. Unfortunately….well fortunately from my perspective, this meant she had to lift her right leg up into air and let it hang there at 30 degrees as long as she wanted her left toes to remain on ground. Her left tip toe on road was just about providing enough support to keep the bike upright. Her high heeled slippers wasn’t great help, her ankle had to straighten out at 90 degrees, much beyond the foot wear’s rear support. I was glad that the weather was mild. It was a wonderful sight to see her two shapely legs straightened out and stretched as far as they could go literally on either side of this massive machine.
Then I gazed up a little. Remember my worries about my trouser seems rupturing, her denim skirt seams at the dead centre above her butt crack seemed to be in greater risk of same, it strained to contain her broad buttock with the legs spreading wider apart. Forget the legs, the skirt has already ridden up to just an inch below her buttock.She is actually arching forward at her hips to give a bit more reach for her feet on ground. Unfortunately, this meant her butt protruding out and up behind her lifting the skirt further up. In effect ,I was peeking at a half moon underneath. No trouble seeing the details on a sunny day. I was surprised to see no sign of an under wear though, there sure must be one, this town is not that advanced. All that caught my eye was, for the first time, was what looked like a satin hand kerchief spread right under her bottom over the seat. Probably to reduce friction ,I thought given her tricks on seat during the stoppie . I was concerned and aroused at the same time. Its been only a few seconds now and her left foot bagan to tremble, toes trying to lift off the ground a little before helplessly dropping back. Then in one smooth heave she arched a bit more and shifted on the saddle so that her right butt cheek smoothly dragged the left one over close to centre of seat so that the right leg could reach ground… the movement had the gap between butt cheeks widened for a moment increasing the strain on her miniskirt… inevitably the skirt rode up another precious inch. No her right tip toes were on ground while the left ones were hastily fiddling with the…what appeared to be the gear shaft. She was trying to peek into some lights/indicators? On the handle bar which must show if her vehicle is on right gear. She tried to peek a little closer by arching a bit too forward and almost lost balance. The leg already in the air had to flail out a bit to regain balance which happened in a partly graceful manner. The skirt didn’t ride all the way up, but by now it’s a good few inchs extra skyward and combined with the moment of her torso arching forward too much…was enough to give me a fleeting glimpse of confirmation, no undies to be seen,,, that fleeting glimpse was extended as she had to hover in that position to regain her balance over the bike that threatened to keel. By the look of it ,it had to be a heavy machine.
I didn’t know much about bikes, so pedaled closer beside without obviously looking at her, but gazing at the bike. I noted the label ‘enduro’…Looked like a cross between an MX and a crotch rocket. Must be a good 120 kilos I thought, couldn’t help pondering how such a shapely slender pair of legs manage to hold this one straight. The thought sent a chill and excitement down my spine simultaneously. my ego though took a beat, standing on a lousy kids bike next to this perfect blonde on a huge motorcycle isn’t exactly a boy’s dream. Thankfully the lights went green.
I hoped she would tear down the road and disappear out of sight for good. But it was not to be. I guess the first stoppie had been an eye opener for her. I don’t know if she realized that her denim skirt is still riding way up her ass to be serving its purpose. Slowly and carefully she seemed to let go of the clutch, a mistake..the bike was too slow to pick up momentum that she had to resort to her butt sliding dance on the saddle to keep upright. The sight was much better to behold than a lap dance for me. There was a visible bulge in my trousers and an invisible lump in my throat. Eventually she gained enough momentum and lifted both feet on to the foot pegs… didn’t waste time shifting to next gear while intently looking at the gadgets between handle bars. I peddled my bike with a bit of difficulty due to a groaning groin desperately trying to keep up with the show. Probable she had decided against going above 3rd gear, the motorcycle kept an even speed just enough for me to keep up with. Don’t know if she took note of me on her rear view mirrors, they appeared too farther away for her slender frame and likely hadn’t been adjusted. I don’t know what kind of guy let her take a ride in such a bike alone.
Her spine was less arched now, but the skirt was still up flashing a bit of rounded flesh, she must have relaxed by now to register the odd cool breeze on her bare bottom, one hand nervously left the handle bar to precariously reach behind and pull the skirt lower… I was more nervous now and my heart was beating wildly, one wrong move by her and I will have my glorious peeping tom vision squashed on the road. My greatest fear was that she might drop the bike and end up in ambulance. Quite a drop it would be considering how big the bike is for her. Well, she did pull down the skirt well, curtain dropped on the show. Not to be disappointed, one thing I liked right now for a change is that there were too many traffic lights for this small town, in fact the next one has been amber for a while, I couldn’t believe my luck.
The girl’s hands and legs went fidgety again, less fidgety, smooth slow down to a near perfect stop. This time she must have planned her moves. Right foot on break and left foot having easier time reaching ground… spine arching forward and skirt lifting to teasingly expose the large toned melon halves. T his time it was me struggling to concentrate on my footing. I was more threatened by my own groin,,I wasn’t sure if it was her or me about to have an embarrassing public accident. Thankfully the roads are still deserted.
Again she went through the routine of shifting to right foot by dragging her butt across on the seat but ..i thought I heard a groan while she did it.When she did arch her spine a bit more in the process, I glimpsed her crotch once again, there was some visible difference this time, it seemed to be swollen,bulging and ..wet. I wasn’t sure now if this is a professional porn star who’s grown tired of sybians and is trying desperately for more thrill on the drill…. Or… just another innocent girl in the neighbor hood who just couldn’t resist the itch for potential pleasure in this fun but unfortunately miscalculated the risks involved.
This time she had stopped well behind the marker line. The lights were still red though not another vehicle in sight. But she began releasing the clutch ever so slightly so that the bike moved forward in little jerks , each time she had to lift her tip toe a few inches into air before touching ground again, about three times the bike moved so much that she had to slide her bums side to side on the saddle until one foot eventually decided to stay on ground, all the while her spine kept arching under strain of the bike’s weight and the skirt was lifting up by millimeters with legs flailing on either side of bike, she was obviously letting out little mourns and groans and seemed to thoroughly enjoy playing her delicate control and influence over such a massive two wheeler. That excited me even more..the fear factor began to ease off. I noticed the smooth hand kerchief under her bottom was creasing and folding with all this action.Her boobs must have been bouncing too in all the action, but i couldn’t ask for more than the rear view at the moment.
The green light cut short my fun again, She seemed immersed in her new found ..mastrubation technique?.. on the middle of the road, obvious to the green signal. I didn’t move either. She seemed to let out a heavy groan and, I am sure, was about to drop the bike when the green light might have given her a rude awakening. She immediately struggled with all her might to straighten the bike …I wished I could run out and help had my legs not become jellies at that moment. Thankfully she regained her ground and proceeded to throw the bike forward with enough speed to be out of danger. As her legs found their footing on pegs , I noticed they were shaking , in fact her whole slender but curvy body was shaking as though recovering from an adrenaline rush. The next junction had only pedestrian lights and I must veer to left for my shop… shop? Groceries was the last thing in my mind now. The girl on bike once again proceeded at a cautious speed and seemed to be searching for some thing up ahead this time. I soon caught wind of it, sign post to right for the town park. It’s a considerably wooded and mostly deserted area except for kids with bikes wanting to jump over little rocks landing on dog shit.
She gently slowed down the bike though was poorly judging speed and distance, almost ramming on to the side walls before entering the archway into the open park, she missed the wall by about 2 feet, my heart was in throat and the groin has deflated in a second. Atleast peddeling my bike was easier.
She slowly throttled the bike around probably looking for some private space, She just didn’t seem to be aware of me , the noise of her engine and misadjusted rear view mirrors must have been the reason ,,or perhaps her new machine got her undivided attention.
After a bit of motoring about, she found a long stretch of tarmac pavement with even lawn on either side, it was a foot path, on the side of the lane, her bike needs to jump the kerb to make it.I was glad I stopped some distance away instinctively sensing her indecisiveness. She rode the motorcycle close to the kerb and stopped gently to plant feet comfortably on the elevated walk way. It must have been quit unwinding for her, she proceeded to look around her for the first time while adjusting her skirt. She noticed me bending over my bike fiddling with the chain.For a second our eyes meet, she seemed to blush a little before masking her expressions, not exactly a beauty, but never the less a sweet dimpled face, must be 17. A bit sweaty after all that highway workout. She probably judged me as an insignificant presence. She made an awkward attempt to just ride the bike over the kerb from the spot, too dangerous, then hopped off her bike with her skirt lifting only slightly thanks to the comfortable kerb height. The kerchief came along as well tucked under her private parts. She pulled it out and placed it on the seat again.
She tried to push the bike over the kerb, the thing’s dead weight wouldn’t budge.All her pushing and heaving didn’t have much effect on the huge machine, giving me a hard time comprehending how she rode it this far.
Next she gave a twist on the throttle with the front wheel angled at the kerb. The idea backfired as the handle bar twisted in opposite direction on the initial jerk before she could kill throttle, the bike strayed out a meter on to the road ,her running along side with it before pulling on the front break. The leverage of kerb is gone. The bike is still on gear and engine running.
The she stood silently for a moment .,then did an unthinkable stunt. I thought some one had previously helped her straddle the thing, considering the guy I saw earlier with her.
She took a moment to hold the bike straight, then in one swift move just swung her leg wide over the seat, the skirt rode up a record distance this time exposing all her rear beauty to the fullest extent possible.The sight blinded me for a second.Then.. she realized this too late ,as her leg couldn’t quite clear the seat, leading to an unceremonious struggle with one leg stuck over the leather seat, the other stretched out to reach ground and a hip so angled forward and spread apart that her butt hole and other parts with thick bushy hair were visible form a mile behind her.
I was hearing a different kind of groan, by the skin of her teeth she finally heaved the leg over all the way, her denim skirt was little more than a belt on her waist.The kandkerchief was still in place offering some protection from some painfull rubbing to come. For the first time I saw her full ass, yes, so full I couldn’t imagine any improvements to it. This was a genuine bubble butt, the skirt was actually downsizing it with pressure.So her struggle to set the skirt right was great .Giving up soon with still a good half moon showing, she just proceeded to ride the bike, rode on until the road got a bit wider, slowly proceeded to ride to edge and made a wide U turn.To my amazement she had both feet on foot pegs appearing a bit more confident, it paid off actually as she made the narrowest turn and was now coming…towards me.
I panicked now, standing dead ahead of her with my bulging pants and a skinny bicycle that did nothing to cover me. Then she once again rode to left edge until she had enough room to …wait! I thought, there isn’t enough room for another U-Turn! That didn’t help my panic, …she just turned and went straight towards the kerb giving me a fleeting side view for the first time, I couldn’t digest actually how big the bike was compared to her size, she must be an insane adrenaline junkie chick at heart with an ill equipped physique for the task!
The motorcycle hit the kerb and climbed over it without much of a hop , a gentle upward heave that showed the heaviness of the machine, but a gentle upward hop and downward flop of my girl’s ass on the bike like in horse riding showing how slender and light she is.The beauty and the beast, the relationship surviving this far and still going,
Finally she reached her desired spot after all the trouble. I felt safe enough to drop my bike behind bushes and hide behind another bush closer to all the action. I was sure by now that as long as she is on the bike its too challenging for her to look around for bystanders. Once again the tip toe game started on the narrow but evenly paved pedestrian walk way. An ideal spot with tall bushes lined at sides and not another soul around. Obviously she didn’t care about her upskirt now. Her legs were steady at first, she began to release the clutch slowly and unpredictably at time to get a mixture of smooth movement and some jerks, this forced her tiptoes to hop off ground for balance while grinding her clit on the seat, forward ,back,front in between a lot of sideways to keep the vehicle dead upright, the sideways quickly became my favorite as they parted the ass crack the most and kept the denim skirt up at bay offering the most exotic views, it didn’t take long for her groans to be clearly audible,obviously this toy was giving her more deeper vibrations and exciting ride than the sibyans and dildos at home.
At one point she was making the bike jerk forward more dangerously while wildly shifting her large ass sideways and jumping tip toes on both sides with loud groans muffled only by the engines relentless noise, she came close to dropping the bike more than once,She didn’t seem to care now.Then she took a break , the bike was idling while she was still perched with one foot on floor. She shifted the gear to neutral I assume as immediately afterwards she let go of the clutch, I could say her palm was red.
My hard on was actually hurting, its never been up this long. Besides mine is stifled down my trousers while her private parts were freely exploring the world in odd ways. Now I could see she was bracing for some thing, she slowly raised the throttle at even rate, the noise was deafening, even a bit scarry. I was tired of the side view and felt bold enough to just come out of the bush and stand a good few meters behind her, if she turns I could quickly bolt for the nearest bush. The view …well threatened to bring me to climax. But I held on. Now she began to play with the revving alone, raising and lowering throttle erratically, and less frequently shifting tip toes from one side to another, now I noticed that the extra bit of body arching forward while shifting on saddle from one foot to another pushed her crotch a bit more against the saddle probably giving her deeper vibrations.Thats why she went wild with all those balancing acts, forget the choppers! I thought. Each time she shifted on the saddle, her groans grew wilder and I noticed her legs began to tremble again, slightly at first, then strongly that she was barely to keep one foot planted for more than few seconds,the toes were wildly scratching the pavement than staying put in one spot,this seemed to give her obvious trouble, once again coming close to dropping bike she had to stop her wild heavenly pleasures to make some necessary earthly adjustments. This seemed to infuriate her . she must have felt like a monk being rudely awakened form his blissful meditation.
I felt sorry, shes probably trying to achieve some kind of culmination with this act , I wondered, not knowing about female orgasms then. I decided to risk helping her the next time. She got back her composure and her tremors subsided. She made a pathetic attempt at looking around for possible onlookers and I had to trouble dodging her sight.
Once again she steadied herself on the saddle and proceed to revv the throttle, this time within a few seconds something strange occurred, there were no tremors, there was a wild uncontrolled groan and her whole body stiffened on the bike including the palm on the throttle which seemed helpless to release the ever raising throttle,the sound would have deafened and turned me away if not for the strange sight unfolding on top of the machine. Her body was so arched forward at the ass and the now expanded ass hole trying to hold back some thing, I hoped she wouldn’t shit herself, was a wholesome blatant view than a sneak peek, farther down, her clit was probably swollen three times the size i last noticed and was woozing with wet juices soaking up the cloth underneath.Her right toe was so stiffly planted on ground like some one nailed it there as bike stand. Her left leg was equally stiff and kept lifting up like a crane, her groaning came in loud gasps like she is being forced to push all the air out of her lungs, Wow ,shes getting there finally there, I thought ,suddenly realizing that she’s probably helplessly locked in a world of bliss right now, while her delicate power over the machine is quickly slipping away. The bike ever so lightly keeled to right side, she had no tricks left this time, her right leg already on ground while the left one is straight out on the other side as high and stiff in air as it could be, her body was still very stiff and pleasure groans still high,as the massive bulk of the bike keeled further , the girl’s pussy lifted of the seat ever so lightly while her stiff right tip toe pecked at the ground in desperation only to slide a bit further away, her subconscious mind seems to be putting up a brave fight with mother natures forces while her conscious one is engrossed with all the bliss involved.
The bike keeled only a few centimeters further to right, almost imperceptible, but the last straw. Now I was certain the beauty and the beast are going down for sure.Being locked up in her stiff body , she was helplessly in the beginning stages letting the bike and herself drop to the lawn, the lawn!! Now I understood her insurance policy in choosing this spot. Still lawn isn’t same as foam, it still gives a considerable ‘thud’. I didn’t want a girl whos been having such a good time to offset it going home with bruises to nurse for rest of the day.that will make this a negative experience, and there goes my ticket for any future fun of this kind. I immediately broke away from my trance and leapt forward in quick steps to reach the dropping bike and the girl locked in a battle between bliss and nightmare , the nightmare obviously taking upper hand,until my bony yet strong 12 year old hands grabbed the rear end… of the bike of course,. I put all my strength into steadying the bike. I am wondering if she even noticed, the close up rear view at such short notice was alarmingly arousing. As the bike was straightened out ,her crotch sinked once again on the saddle stealing up my view, her body was still as stiff as bamboo and the groaning wouldn’t relent, she probably must have been unaware of my timely help and must have credited her legs for the averted disaster,
To my surprise, with great effort ,she just teased out enough movement from her stiff body to shift her buttock over the saddle, hopefully one last time, changing to her left foot for ground support. The throttle got louder again and the stiffening body was like a piece of exotic art work disturbed only by whole body jerks in-between. to my disbelief, like she hadn’t had enough, she made one more bum shift on saddle, but this time, was too stiff all over and stuck right in the middle of the saddle with both legs pointed straight down like side stands but missing the ground by a couple of centimeters.The position mush have hit her on the right spot profoundly, she immediatel stiffened up further and threw up the most violent whole body jerking session I witnessed so far, for the first time her voice outdoing the engine.all this obvious to the fact that a poor 12 year old is holding her bike straight for dear whatever,,,,.
She must have reached her goal. Slowly she recovered realizing the she’s perched on the bike like its a horse, no feet on ground. With an apparent shock she reached down with one foot, I tried to let go of my support and make good my escape, but as soon as I loosened grip she began to sway struggling to keep it upright with her now tired body. I didn’t have the heart to let go. she must have realized another force lending hand as the vehicle seemed to steady itself again. She looked back slowly, a tired but shocked look on her face. That gave way to a bit relieved look and she relaxed further, perhaps recognizing the 12 year old relatively familiar face was better than a total adult stranger.She eased her butt off the saddle a bit more noticing the status of her skirt… and the status of my trousers… what? My trousers? Well the seams haven’t reptured exactly ,but the poor quality zippers have parted widely under strain and my now protruding underwear was like someone poured shampoo on the inside.
Surprisingly my embarrassment wasn’t pronounced, we have both evened out ourselves in that regard. I said ‘hi’. She only managed an ‘oops’. I said its ok. Honestly didn’t know the right thing to say. She managed to say something like she was just learning to ride.She killed engine and slumped over her bike for a few minutes, I understood and held on to it. Then she must have felt better, proceeded to tip toe and bush her beautiful butt up the saddle followed by a bit more success in pulling down her skirt. The pair of additional hands holding the bike made a difference. She proceeded to kick start the bike slowly ,it was a pathetic effort as the starter barely nudged beyond half way tipping her balance causing further tip toe dances. She got off the bike ,we rested the bike against a tree , she made one good jump with all her weight on the kick starter with the bike slumped against tree. Then we straightened out the bike, she asked me to hold the bike from front. Then, a bit shyfully, she swung her leg over .as usual getting stuck half way on the seat instead, she immediately regretted her mistake. With the skirt riding up the record distance again, this time it was uncensored front view for me. She quietly proceeded ,straightened out skirt again, then took the bike’s full weight on her tip toe again, gave me a reassuring nod after a few seconds, a cue to let go. She released the clutch smoothly ,still had to do the butt shifting dance, I thought for a moment her lips slightly parted again and another groan escaping, but she was probably satisfied enough to fight this one back and concentrate on her motoring skills. I saw her gain momentum and hitting the road again, I made a little wish that she makes it back home safe, so I could see another day like this.
Sequel: My trousers were beyond repair and almost an hour has passed. I rode to the grocery shop, promptly bought an ice cream and spilled over my trousers. Then being assured of a less embarrassing alibi, I peddled home with groceries.
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