Before starting this story, I want to introduce myself to my new readers. My name is Fareeda and I have lived in India all of my life. In my first story, "Wife's Journey to Joy" I describe how my husband Kareem had expressed a desire to see me being intimate with other men and that story explains the process of overcoming my initial timidity. I hope you enjoy my continuing adventures. Of course, everyone in this adventure is over 18.
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A couple of years ago, while returning home alone from a trip to Mangalore, my car began running roughly. "Oh shit!" I muttered "I don't need this now!" I glanced at the fuel gauge and was relieved to see that I still had half of a tank. "Maybe it will keep running enough to get me home." I hoped aloud, I sure didn't want to be stranded on this lonely road at 10:00 at night. However, that was not going to be the case. After sputtering along for another mile and a half, it gave up the ghost.
"Oh, this is just great!" I complained "I'm not sure how far it is to the town and what would I do there anyways?" "I guess I'll just have to wait and hope someone comes along." Fortunately, the radio still worked and I passed the next half hour listening to some local talk show when I heard the faint sound of an approaching motorcycle.
Not willing to miss this opportunity I got out of my car to wave the rider over, and to my relief he pulled over, stopping a short distance ahead of my car. As I approached the motorcycle I could see the rider was a young man, he couldn't have been much more than 20. Smiling at me in a way that struck me as strangely mischievous, he asked politely "How can I be of help to you?"
I explained to him how I was heading for Kannur but my car had broken down and I didn't know what to do and wasn't really sure where the next town was. "Well, I'm not a mechanic." he explained. "So I cannot help you there but the next town is Kasargode, you can ride with me. I know a mechanic there who can help you."
Since my options were clearly limited and I had no idea when the next vehicle would come along, I decided to take advantage of his offer. When I left Mangalore, I certainly never expected I'd be riding on a motorcycle. Dressing for a comfortable trip in my car I had put on a white salwar kameez which is a light, loose flowing dress split from the hip down on both sides and light weight pants underneath. This particular outfit was fairly low cut and since I was feeling sexy when I had gotten dressed, wore a red bra and panties with it. I have rather large breasts and this outfit tended to showcase my cleavage which I could tell did not go unnoticed.
I mounted the bike behind the young man, my arms around his waist. But before starting off, he took out his cell phone and made a short call, speaking in a dialect I didn't recognize. Starting down the road, we weren't going too fast because of the poor road and the darkness and I guessed he probably enjoyed having my boobs pressing into his back with every bump in the road.
We couldn't have gone more than a mile when a figure appeared in the road ahead of us. Slowing down, he turned to me and said "It's a friend of mine, we have to give him a ride into town with us!" Coming to a stop, he slid forward almost sitting on the tank. "Come up close to me, he can get on behind you." he instructed me.
After a bit of maneuvering, we were soon mounted and moving off. The young man behind me had his hands lightly around my waist, I assumed to keep from falling off. Then in the darkness I felt his hand rubbing my thigh through my pants and then progressed up under my dress, caressing my bare stomach and circling my naval with his finger. "Mmmmm." despite the cool evening air I felt a wave of warmth wash over me and a tingling between my legs which signaled the beginning of my arousal.