The wind whipped through my hair as I clung to you on the back of the bike. After babysitting for you all evening I loved when you would take me for a ride on your motorcycle on the way home. Not only did I enjoy the rumble of the engine sneaking through the seat to tickle my clit but riding gave me an excuse to hold you tight. I could feel the muscles in your chest as my arms wrapped around to hold on tight. Did you ever notice that I slid closer when we got out of sight of your house and your wife?
I knew at 18 I was too young for you but still I fantasized about you all the time. When your wife called to have me baby-sit my panties would get moist just thinking of you. All night I would watch the kids and wait for you to come home. Some nights I would sneak a peak at the Playgirl magazines your wife had hidden. I wanted to see you like that, naked, hard, calling to me to take care of it for you. After the kids were sleep I would sit in your chair and play with my young pussy wishing it were your fingers sliding in and out of my wet snatch.
Some nights you came home drunk and I could smell the alcohol on your breath. I wanted to kiss you and taste it but you never drove me home when you had been drinking. It was something of a double-edged sword. I loved the smell and knew I would love the taste but it meant we couldn't be alone.
Tonight I was incredibly horny when we left your house. I had broken up with my boyfriend and after several months of regular sex I had been without for several days. The normal "itch" I got when riding with you was almost unbearable tonight. I was trying to decide if I should make some sort of move when you asked me if I had seen the new playground equipment your company had installed behind the plant.
You never talked about work and I knew the plant's playground was secluded so my mind was swirling as to how I could take advantage of this incredible opportunity. I shook my head no against your back and you turned in the direction of what I hoped would be my new heaven.
When we arrived you rode the bike off the road and parked it under some trees. I climbed off and you turned to lean against the seat.
"It's really nice out here," you said. "I hope you don't mind stopping. I need a cigarette."
"I don't mind at all. I'm in no hurry to get home," I replied leaning against the slide in what I hoped was an alluring pose.
You took a smoke from your pocket and lit it. I watched your every move. "Wanna a drag?" you offered when you saw me watching. I never revealed to "grown-ups" that I smoked but the chance to share a secret with you was not to be passed up.
"If you don't tell my folks," I bargained as I stepped closer.
"I won't. I didn't even know you smoked," you said. "It's not good for you ya know," you tried to sound authoritative.
"Only in certain company," I said trying to sound seductive. You held the cigarette towards me and I leaned over and took a drag. I am sure you intended me to take it from you but I had other ideas. Exhaling loudly I sat next to you on the bike. I shivered slightly, feigning a chill.
"Are you cold?" you asked, concerned, and took off your jacket to wrap around me.
I made my decision and when your hands came around my shoulders I reached up and held them in mine, turning to face you. I could hardly breath as I moved my mouth closer to yours. It was now or never. You might pull away and laugh at me but I had to take a chance. Time stood still as I leaned in. You didn't pull away as I raised my face to yours. I felt your breath on my cheek. I licked my lips then felt the softness of yours against mine. I let myself fall against you as our lips met and our mouths opened. Our tongues met as if old friends and danced as I held my breath.
As we broke from the kiss my exhale was a low moan. My eyes were still closed as you pulled your hands free and jumped from the bike.
"I'm sorry," you exclaimed.
