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The proper-looking secretary sitting opposite to me in the national rail train was trying to put on her lipstick in haste. She was wearing a red thong beneath her skirt , it kept showing up often under her short formal business skirt, thanks to her shapely but restless legs. I couldn’t help watching , my mind was busy trying to place her reasons for the short skirt and flashing thong in public. Maybe she's planning to seduce her boss. Maybe her boss asked her to wear it. Maybe she's blackmailing her boss and next week she'll be driving a new Mustang to work. Maybe she lives with a man and a woman and is intimate with both of them. Maybe she's having to re-apply her lipstick because her husband got horny and nailed her on the breakfast table just before she left to catch the bus. My ideas were countless. Just then the train stopped. It’s her stop obviously,She grabbed her hand bag and jumped out into the crowd. My stop is a few miles ahead, but I was loosing to my temptation to follow her. She was so cute and I just couldn’t see enough of her. I had no trouble following her in the croud without drawing attention. She walks to the car park. May be her new mustang is there, although It would be sexy to see her drive away on any car. But She walks past the cars, to the bike stands. So it’s a bicycle, I see, She must be one of those green activists, opting for public transport and bicycles instead of cars. But She keeps surprising me by walking past the last row of bicycles as well. ‘May be she is walking home’ I thought, Thanks goodness, I could follow her all the way. She walks with such grace and style, her butt cheeks dance up and down with each stride. They were biggies, bulging out her skin-tight business skirt. I picture her skimpy red thong underneath. It looked too thin and small in the train,even by thong standards. She might as well have forgotten to wear it. It would make no difference. I wish I could have one more glimpse, but sadly that window of opportunity was gone with the train. I began to fantasize seeing her up skirt from behind. One look at that broad sexy buttock with a thin string of a poor stretched out thong in between the ample butt crack will drive me mad. Then comes more surprise as She walks towards half a dozen sportsbikes in the parking lot. I slowed down, not wanting to get pummeled by a biker for following his chick. But some thing is odd,There is no one around. She strolls up close beside a Honda fireblade,looks at it for a moment, then runs her slender manicured fingers over it. She seems to admire the machine like its her lover, she is momentarily captured by the steel and chrome. Its a beast of a machine, massive and strong, perhaps reminds her of her boy friend or husband at home. She pulls out her make up again and does final touches to her face on the rear view mirror. The parking is deserted, so I decide to stay and watch. She is interrupted by a phone call which extends into a long boring giggly girly gossip chat.I still admire her feminine chat and cute smiles.She keeps lingering around the bike. It will be quite odd for her to own that bike,I mused, she is barely above 5 feet if not for those ubsurly high healed leapord print plumps shes wearing. She is also of delicate build,with slender waist followed by full blown massive feminine butt and small perky boobs and arms. I just cant imagine an exquisite creature like her swinging a leg over a motorcycle or ride it.That would be suicidal. Besides she is on a business suit right now… her conversation ends and the phone snaps shut. She seems to be in come kind of hurry, she quickly pulls out a set of keys from her fancy red handbag and thrusts it onto the dashboard of the Honda fireblade. Before I could fully grasp what’s going on, she gracefully swings one shapely leg over the bike. I watch with my mouth gaping open as Her formal skirt promptly rides up her ass. The bottom half of her big ass was on display for the world to see, and There was no sign of her red thong. I would have thought she has no panties if I hadn’t seen her earlier in train.Probably the poor thing suffered a wardrobe failure under the strain of her big ass and must have dropped down somewhere on the parking lot.The very thought jerked my prick up into a painful errection. I still couldn’t digest that She’s trying to ride a sports bike in her business skirt.I cant believe my eyes. She wrestles the the bike off its sidestand. Its quite big for her. She could barely reach down with her leopard print plumps. The high heeled plumps have atleast 2 inch thick soles. They are just about helping her reach down on tip toes. Without those shoes she might spend the whole evening trying to straddle this thing.. Her formal skirt was still riding up her ass by a few inches, showing her broad butt cheeks spread out on the sleek sportsbike seat, with the seat wedged between her wide butt crack. She has probably forgotten to pull down her skirt . I feel a little faint, This is more than the little glimpse I asked for. I keep my distance, but luckily close enough for good straight rear view from behind the nearest pillar. In fact the lighting in the parking lot is so good that I can spot the ass gape between her butt crack.The poor little thong is still there ,barely visible, just cutting across her ass hole rather covering it . From her butt hole ,my eyes slip down to her shapely legs almost hanging down on either side of the massive bulk of the machine. I look down to soles of her leopard plumps which barely scratch the ground at their very tips. She turns on the ignition. The powerful engine roar deafens me instantly. I Wish she could go easy on the throttle. I could feel the deep vibration of that engine about 7 meters away right here deep in my stomach and on the reinforced concrete pillar iam hiding behind. ‘Good heavens, it must be one of those absurd 900 or 1000cc bikes’, I thought. I wonder what she must feel, sitting on top of it. But it seems to be the least of her concerns as She struggles to keep the vehicle upright between her tip toes. Her beautiful feminine legs wrapping around the massive machine and trying hard to keep it under control threatened to make me cum. She seems stuck in the parking lot as she is fighting with all her feminine strength to reverse this beast out. After a lot of humping on the seat on spot which didn’t seem to help the purpose, she slowly leaned forward on the handle bars.Her skirt rode further up with this and Her ass gape widened beyond my wildest fantasy revealing her swollen and wet cunt which has completely soaked that poor thong. I felt like she was inviting me to go over and doggie fuck her rear end. Then,her butt cheeks tense up with effort and she slowly gains leverage to pull the bike in reverse, out of the lot. Her muffin was barely covered by the scanty red thong and She took a whole minute to just reversing out her beloved crotchrocket. With such uninterrupted view of her upskirt, I had to fight back tooth and nail to keep me from comming. She revved up the engine once again.I realized that She has no helmet, no gloves ,no protective gear. she is going to ride out into the city like this. Probable she will spend the night in the nearest police station or perhaps make the news headlines tomorrow. I prepared to part ways with the sight. She wrestled with the gears and disappeared out to the exit with her ass still hanging out of her short tight business skirt. What a wonderful and unexpected sight ,I mused. I am not averse to women riding sportsbikes, in fact I like beautiful women on bikes. But I didn’t expect to see an unassuming secretary in formal skirt and thongs jump out of the train and then jump on to a Honda fireblade for the rest of the journey. I was awakened from my thoughts by the sound of her throttles again. Obviously she hasn’t made it out yet. She may be stuck at the exit barrier. I ran to see. Sure enough, She has stopped close to the ticket machine,But not quite close enough. Her machine threatens to keel over every time she attempts to reach the ticket machine. She is trying to reach at all angles but the bike threatens to drop. I she were a bit taller or stronger on her feet,she could have easily leaned over and reached the ticket machine. But being what she is, shot and slender built, even a slight bit of sideways tilt in her bike made her loose her footing. I am amazed that she still hasn’t realized that Her skirt is till sticking up showing her ass. Suddenly her ass pushes out further . I realize she’s leaning forward again to reverse . Her crotch looked even more swollen than before. The red thong over her muffin is not a black thong because of the wetness. It is now just a crumpled thread biting down between the the lips of her crotch. She never seems able to ease that throttle. Now I could imagine what she’s been up to. Just then a security arrives . The obese middle aged man flashes her a grin and opens the barrier. I notice the bump in his trousers as well. Probable he’s been around for a while watching the show from a different angle. The barrier opens,Instantly the building reverberates with the boom from her engine. She races out with deceptive agility.Her vertical challenge seems to be a concern only when the vehicle is stationary. Up shirt distance ahead she faces the speed bumps. The first one tosses her ass up above the seat like she was a bag of light cotton wool, she quickly slows down to stop in front of the next. She squeezes her butt sideways and hops on one tip toe to clear that one, almost drops the bike trying to sneak at corners to avoid the next one, resorts to squeezing her butt cheeks sideways again and tip toes with one leg over the next one. She was still sitting high on her fireblade after four speed bumps. I stood shoulder to shoulder the security watching her ride away. The massive bump protruding under his trouser kept growing and he loudly exclaimed that he’s never seen a bare bottom sexy chick riding a motorcycle that way and that it boiled his blood. Just then the sexy secretaty’s luck ran out. There was the last speed bump in front of her.she stopped and seemed to consider her options for a moment. Then she probably decides to try the one cheek sneak tip toe again. It all happens in slow motion in front of her eyes. She gently slips her butt cheeks to one side on the seat and does one leg tip toe as the bike gently creeps over the speed bump. But this speed bump was a bit more of a bump that others, just as the rear wheel of the bike had creeped up on top ,the saddle hight proved too much. The secretary just couldn’t reach down enough, the bike slowly began to drop as she gracefully attempted to break the spill,while slowly slumping down with it. We both instinctively dashed towards her. There was a hint of naughtyness in her face. We both competed to pick up her bike. The thing was obviously quite heavy. We couldn’t pull it upright as easily as we would have liked. I wondered what makes this woman ride this bike. Just then I noticed The seat was wet! Like some one smeared grease over it. The secretary took a long look at both of us with her piercing smile. The security was still holding the bike for her.she mounted it in a sexy manner. Flashing her rear beauty once again. Then she started and reved up the engine. Just as we were about to turn around. She flashed another look at the security who was in a visibly aroused state. She reached behind with one hand and began fingering herself between her butt crack. The security followed suit. He caressed and squeezed her butt with his rugged hand. I was a willful bystander,arrested by the free show. She moarned in pleasure and revved up the throttle in short bursts. Soon the security ass penetrating deep under her ass with his fingers. All I could see was his wrist under her butt crack.He gave her a couple of orgasms and then she left the scene. |
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