Chapter 1 - Bike Riding
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One day Steve and I were out riding our bikes near dusk so we started heading towards my house. I was wearing my favorite cutoffs for bike riding. I'd ripped them so high that I didn't dare wear them into a store or most public places as I would've probably been asked to leave for indecent exposure! Then again, it's amazing what you can get away with when you're a teenage girl even though now that I was well past being eighteen I couldn't pass for being quite so innocent anymore.
Naturally Steve loved me to wear this particular pair of shorts when we went bike riding because they put most of my butt on display, especially when I leaned way forward on some of the steep hills which I'm sure is why he always wanted me to take the lead! Of course I never wore panties under them because I loved to tease Steve when I sat down by spreading my legs just wide enough for him to get a glimpse of my fuzzy brown pubic hair peeking out the sides.
On top I was wearing my favorite black stretch tube halter. As small as my boobs were it didn't have to be very wide so it was almost more like a headband stretched around my chest. I liked it was because it was thin which allowed my nipples to poke through and best of all it was easily pushed out of the way while still just as easy to pull back in place. in other words, perfect for the occasional flash. It goes without saying that there I didn't wear a bra. Besides, my boobs were so small I really didn't need a bra anyway although sometimes on dates I wore one just to give my boyfriend something to play with.
Along the way we had to stop and wait to cross a busy four-lane road. The road we were on was small with little traffic so a stoplight wasn't available. As usual, the traffic was terrible this late at night and without a stoplight it was looking like it would be a bit before we had an opportunity to cross. Steve, never one to pass up an opportunity of his own, took a look around and seeing nobody was behind us he pulled up right next to me. Next thing I knew I felt his hand slide between my ass and the bike seat. I couldn't help but wiggle a little in response to his hand as he started massaging my half-exposed butt.
"Steve! People can see us you horny jerk!" I said, pretending to be annoyed while secretly turned on.
Steve knew by now that his girlfriend loved it when he touched her "inappropriately" no matter where we were. In fact, I thought it was fun when we fooled around in public and people would stare at us as if they simply couldn't believe what we were doing. Some, especially the older women, would frown and shake their heads in disgust but most of the guys didn't seem to mind the show. I imagined more than a few went home with bruises on their sides from the stiletto elbows they got from their wives when they caught their guy looking at us! My mom had never been thrilled by my thirst for PDA (Public Displays of Affection) but she knew better than to tell me to stop as all that would do is encourage me do it all the more!
"Ahhhhhh, who cares?" he said with a grin, "Just a bunch of horny guys heading home from work. Besides, they're going sixty miles an hour. Even if they do, why not give 'em something to think about?"
I shook my head in mock despair but at the same time I wasn't exactly doing anything to discourage him from groping me. As they say, actions speak louder than words! If anything I leaned forward and lifted myself off the seat just enough to make it easier for him to feel me up. He noticed my little movement and responded by slipping his hand even further under my ass. I was wondering just how far he was going to go when I got my answer. One of his fingers started working its way under the crotch of my shorts until I felt it sliding into my pussy! I was pretty wet already from the anticipation and so he slid easily up inside of me. It was just up to his first knuckle or so but enough I could feel it in me.
"Steve!" I exclaimed, genuinely a little concerned now, "C'mon, you can't do THAT! There's someone behind us!"
Indeed, he may not have noticed but a black SUV had just appeared behind us.
"So what? You know you love it you little slut!" Steve said as he pushed his finger even further up into me. "Hmmm, somebody's horny!" he laughed as he felt the wetness of my pussy on his finger.
Yes, I WAS horny and yes, there was indeed a big black SUV now right behind us. I glanced back and I could see that inside was your stereotypical soccer mom. At first I wondered if she even noticed what Steve was doing to me and even if she did it probably looked like he just had his hand under my ass. As things turned out though, Soccer Mom knew EXACTLY was going on right in front of her. Steve had been working his finger even deeper into me and I couldn't resist moving my ass up and down just a little. Mmmmmmm, I was literally being fucked by his middle finger right there in the middle of traffic! I'm sure anyone looking would just think he was feeling up my ass as who would ever dream he'd had the nerve to actually finger me?
The sheer naughtiness of what we were doing had me dripping wet and I was thinking I might even cum when Soccer Mom evidently thought that enough was enough. She honked her horn at us but it was too late as I didn't care what she thought at this point. Heck, it wouldn't have mattered to me at this point if the whole neighborhood was watching. In fact, that would have only made it even better! Steve, however, jumped nervously at the sound of the horn and for a moment it seemed he was going to lose his nerve as he started to pull his finger out of me.
I reached back and grabbed his hand, holding it in place. "Don't you DARE," I scolded him, "You started this you horny jerk so don't stop now!"
I leaned my head back more and moaned loudly as his finger plunged into me again. I wasn't worry about being quiet as with all the traffic noise nobody was going to hear me anyway. Can you believe it? Good heavens I was actually starting to cum standing over my bike in full view of some bitchy lady!
My thoughts were interrupted as Soccer Mom honked at us again, a little longer this time. This time it was probably more out of impatience for us to get out of the way than protesting our little show. Either way, I looked back at her and grinned and wiggled my butt as best I could with Steve hand under me. I was rewarded by a horrified look which simply made me laugh. I was thinking of ways I could show off a little more to the prude but I didn't get the chance as just then the traffic finally cleared. I wasn't about to move, not being this close, but Soccer Mom hit the gas hard and her tires squealed as if to send a message as she raced around us and merged into traffic. I wondered later if Soccer Mom told her husband when she got home what she'd seen or least what she THOUGHT she'd seen.