Biker's Retreat (Closed for PervyLexxi and I)

[LaLover]

Leslie decided it was time to ride. She didn't care how long it took her, but she would get to Michael's house. She might kill him when she got there for leaving her at the Strip, but she would get to his house.

Her feet began to ache a mile back. Since then she had decided it was high time to hitch a ride. She waited for a while before hearing a motor behind her. When she turned it was a motorcyclist. She stuck her thumb out and waited.

The bike began to slow. She couldn't tell what gender cyclist was, biker clothes usually did that to her senses, but she knew they knew how to pick a bike. This one was beautiful. It looked like an indian, but not being into motorcycles herself, she couldn't tell for sure.

"Could you take me to St. Petes?" She asked. she knew better than to ask to get dropped off at her house. You never knew what kind of person would pick you up and drop you off only to come rob you later.

The cyclists just nodded, and motioned for her to get on the back. Leslie flipped her leg over the back of the bike and put her arms around her driver. "If I would have known I would be riding a motorcycle today I wouldn't have worn these stupid short shorts." She thought to herself.

"Thanks" she said before feeling the bike take off.

 

[pervyLexxi]

Biker Chick

The girl looked delicious, she could lick her up all by herself, and more's the pity because the others were waiting for her back at the camp, and they would all want a share. What fun they would have!

She moved off slowly with the girl behind her, then opened the throttle and sped up, as the engine roared, leaning into the turn that would take them towards St. Peter.
It was dark when they got to the St. Peter turn-off, she turned her head a little and then gestured with her hand to the girl before she sped past the turn-off without taking it. She will find out soon enough what she meant by those hand gestures! And what could the girl do? Veering off the paved road, the motorbike kicked up a cloud of gravels before it settled on the dirt road. A sharp turn took them past a line of trees, and then more trees. Soon they were running on grass.

She could see the bonfires blazing in camp, in the forest clearing, and the dark forms dancing before the fires as they got closer.

The motorcycle came to a stop in a furry of engine noises. The night air was cool and now she could hear the screams and laughters all around her. Not far from her, at the nearest bonfire, she saw the silhouette of a girl writhing on the grass, as two figures tried to hold her down, while a third figure poured beer onto the writhing girl.

She stepped off the bike, took off her helmet, combed her fingers through her hair before she turned to the girl and smiled

"End of the line, honeypie".

 

[LaLover]

Leslie looked around at the sight before her. "What the hell is this?" She asked. "St. Peters is way back there. Where in the hell did you take me?" She saw mini-bonfires laid about with people all around them. Some were in various stages of sexual acts, while others were just sitting around drinking.

"End of the line, honeypie." It was the woman that had given her a ride. A chill suddenly ran down Leslie's spine.

"What do you mean end of the line? This isn't St. Peters." She started to back away from the woman. "I wanted to go to St. Peters."

 

[pervyLexxi]

Biker Chick

She smirked, as the girl backed away, only to back into someone behind her. It was Darlene, who took the girl's arms and expertly twisted them up her back, forcing her to arch. She stepped towards the girl, and still smirking, slid her fingers through the girl's hair.

"maybe we'll take you to St Peter later, but first..."

She tightened her fist in the girl's hair, pulling her head backward, then leaned forward to press a kiss on the girl's throat, her tongue curling to lick slowly up to the girl's chin before she broke the kiss and purrrred.

"but meanwhile...."

She saw that others had gathered around them, some of them snapping their fingers, dancing and swaying to the music blaring from the nearest boombox.

"Take her to the picnic table" She snapped, releasing the girl's hair, and watched as she was pushed and dragged to the picnic table.