I met her one day as she was coming home from college, I was working as a motorcycle courier at the time. As it was a hot day I had stopped for a can of Pepsi at a local shop, besides it was school kicking out time and I didn't like to be on the road whilst the kids' mothers were doing their school run paying more attention to the kids than the road.
I knew this was a good place to stop as the local girls college exit was nearby so I was always guaranteed good views as the girls walked by. I had seen her a couple of times now, she always seemed to be with the same group of friends but she always stood out as a little different.
She was tall and quite slim hazel hair in a long plait down her back. She wore a leather biker style jacket, a short grey skirt, black tights or stockings (I was soon to find out which), white blouse with navy blue tie. Today she didn't follow her friends into the shop, instead she made her way over to me.
"Is it fast?"
"No" I replied "it's just a workhorse I don't use my decent bike for work"
"So what is your other bike?"
I did some quick thinking at this point "You can come and see it if you want?"
"When?"
"Now if you like"
"Okay then"
"Stick this on your head," said I, passing her a spare lid. I got on the bike and started it up, she swung herself up, as she did so her skirt riding up enough to show her stocking tops. As we pulled away she wrapped her arms tightly round me.
We soon reached the lockup where I keep my bikes, I pulled up and she swung off, this time her skirt riding even higher showing the tops of her stockings and some thigh above. I unlocked the door and showed her in. There sitting in all its glory was my banana yellow Triumph T595. She moved over to it, running her hands over the fairing.
"Would you like to hear it?"
"I'd love to" she replied
"Okay let me just wheel it outside"
I pushed the bike down off its centre stand and wheeled it out. Sitting there in the sun it looked even more beautiful, the paint work gleaming and the polished alloy frame just looked the business caging the beast of an engine, harnessing its power. I swung myself on board, switched it on and watched the diagnostics quickly check all its systems.
I thumbed the starter and the bike roared into life quickly settling down to that familiar three cylinder rumble. At this point she climbed on behind.
"What do you think?"
"It sounds wonderful, I can feel it throbbing inside me."
"I'll take you for a proper run on it sometime"
"I'd like that."
I stopped the engine and wheeled it back into the lockup, I went back out and wheeled the GT in. I remembered at this point that I wanted to do an oil change tonight on the GT.
"I just want to loosen the sump plug and let the oil drain", I reached for a spanner and crouched down "could you just pass me that tray under that bench?"
As I had hoped she bent over right in front of me, her short skirt riding up high giving me a full view of her bare shaved pussy, the little slut wasn't wearing any panties! She turned round and brought the tray back crouching down in front of me and spreading her legs wide. Her skirt had ridden right up, I could plainly see her little bald pussy, her clit poking out between those soft lips.