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BIKE WEEK RITUAL
An annual Florida fling
Chapter One
Just off the plane, sliding onto the back seat of the sedan, leaning against the warm leather of the passenger side seat, she nervously glances across as the other rear door opens, watches as he enters, sits next to her. Her long straight hair cascading down across her shoulders, the scent fresh, glistening in its auburn tint, she gives him a forced smile as the trunk shuts behind them with her single suitcase.
“Underwear, anything else under that dress Jodi?” His voice monotone, matter of fact as he rests a hand across her knee, his stares’ obviously toward her breasts.
A slow shake of her head, she barely responds in a quiet, reserved voice. “No… No.” Reflexively glancing down toward her skimpy one piece terrycloth dress, the silhouettes of her nipples outlined through the brilliant white material just beneath the sewn hemline contouring to the natural slopes of her firm breasts, she feels the butterflies in her stomach as she mutters. “Just like you wanted… No underwear… No bra or… Or panties either… Nothing but this dress you sent me to wear down here.”
The driver door opening, his room-mate slipping in, starting the engine, the car pulls away from the depot, maneuvers into the three rows of the positioning traffic toward the airport exit. The warmth of the late afternoon sun magnified through the clear glass of the passenger door feels soothing to her exposed skin, the rows of cars slowly moving on either side while she remains virtually motionless as she senses his hand sliding higher across her thigh stretching the already low cut hemline of her dress upwards toward her waist.
“Okay… Good then… Lean forward… Hands behind your back… No sense wasting time… Let’s see those titties… Might as well get you naked while we ride, huh?... See how you look all shaven… You did shave for me, right?”
Again his voice matter-of-fact, his other hand sliding gently up across her shoulder, she slowly nods as she hesitates, but obeys, gingerly shifts her hips back and forth across the leather, knees spreading beneath his roving fingers. Sensing his fingertips flittering across her freshly waxed pubic mound, tracing the soft folds of her labium, she nibbles on her lower lip, suppresses a moan as she twists her neck, faces the window, just a couple feet between the next row of cars as his other hand reaches up, works the spaghetti strap, slips it down across her shoulder.
“Arch forward a little further… Interlock your fingers… Keep ‘em clasped while I pull this dress down over those titties.”
Shoulders bowing, his hand slipping beneath the other strap, lowering it, she feels the dresses’ material pressing across the firm mounds of her breasts, the hem slipping down across her areolas, the tingling, almost electrical sensations pulsing through her chest as she’s being stripped. Taking a deep breath, sensing his fingers working the material further down, her breasts flattening, being tugged, the hem scraping back and forth across the hardening nubs of her nipples, she focuses her attention through the door glass, her face flushing as she cant’ help noticing the stares, the nudging of the passengers of the van across from them, the looks of the teenage boys in the back seat pressed against their door glass looking down, wide-eyed.
“Here… Hold still.”
His voice unchanged, her chest bared, the dress’s hem just below the bottom globes of her jiggling breasts, she senses his hands pressing behind her head, feels the burlap cloth being slid down across her forehead, covering her eyes, just a triangular slit in the cloth cut to fit across her nose. Tied off behind her neck, the slightly raveled bottom brushing across her upper lip, she reflexively twists her neck, faces forward in her darkness; her heart pounding as she tries to condition herself for what she can more then imagine is instore.
“Raise those hips off the seat so we can get this thing all the way off.”
Pressing the palms of her hands flat against the seat, lifting, pressing upwards, she maintains her arched position as she feels the stretching terrycloth slipping down across her waist, her hips, thighs, down across her knees, her ankles. Totally nude, just minutes from exiting the plane, she realizes this trip’s going to be even more intense then the last.
“Now interlock your fingers again.”
The warmth of the late afternoon sun spreading across her bare flesh, sensing her breasts jiggling, swaying as her butt cheeks lower across the warm leather, her shoulders bow forward as she feel his hands, one on each thigh, her legs being parted, right knee pressed outward against the car door, left knee against the front of the seat.
“Let’s see that tight little twat now… Keep those legs spread while I play with your pussy.”
Again his fingers probing, massaging, flicking the bare twin folds surrounding her spreading slit, slipping across her flattening clit, she again nibbles on her lower lip, feels her thighs responding, quivering uncontrollably. Twitching forward as a finger glides just a knuckle deep inside of her moist orifice, another finger pressing, flicking across the sensitive narrow ridge of flesh of her perineum, her breasts gently sway as she bows, the spreading strands of hair brushing across the hardening nubs of her nipples as her shoulders arch further forward.
“Uuuummm!” A subtle moan, her lips parted, she rocks slowly back and forth as the finger glides in and out, gently, caressingly as his other hand palms a breast, softly tweaks its thickening nipple. Imagining the cars to either side of theirs, almost thankful he blindfolded her, she senses the churning in her knotting stomach, feels her body stiffening to his touch.
“Yea, I missed this… Damn you still feel good and tight… Just like I remembered… And already wet, too.” He rasps as he scoots closer toward her. “I’ve decided… This year we’ll keep you naked most of the time… Let you get all tanned during the days while you’re down here… Let you wear the smallest thong imaginable during the day when we go to the water, but we’ll even take you to a couple nude beaches this year, really show you off… Yea, we’ll have this body bronzed from head to toe before we send you back home to the snow and cold again.”
Letting his fingertips continue to explore her nude flesh, he adds. “I think for now though we’ll go ahead and show off this tight little body of yours right away… Have you dance naked some more at our favorite bar again, just like last year… Right?... It’s okay with you if we start right off, huh?” He breathes into her ear. “Hope so, I’ve done entered your butt in a contest for tonight… Expect you to do anything to win, too.”
Listening, that tingling sensation flowing through her groin as he slips a hand downward across her flexing stomach, spreads her knee wider, holds her thighs apart, lightly taps, spanks her across her pubic mound, she blinks behind the mask, thinks of the crowd, the countless bikers watching her get completely naked, wet, dance on the tables totally uninhibited last year, and the year before that just in a wet t shirt. Each smack becoming a little crisper, almost painful, yet somehow stimulating, she slowly nods her head between teasing slaps. “Yea… Oh!... Yes… Oh!... Okay… Okay if you want.”
“Know what happens if you don’t put on a good show though… Don’t you?” He responds, his voice a little colder. “If you don’t win… I bet you remember the night before you went back home last year, huh?... My playroom… Back behind the house.”
The smacks becoming even harsher, lower between her spread thighs, the sound of his open palm slapping her bare flesh faintly echoes in the car as her naked body lurches, her hips quiver, breasts jiggle while she reflexively curls forward. Stomach churning, heart rate escalating as she feels her spread vulva, her exposed clit being spanked by his flattened hand, she can’t help recalling the small garage behind his house, the straps, contraptions, how he abused, punished her body for hours after stringing her up. She remembers having to hide the marks for over a week when she returned home. Taking a deep breath, she mutters. “Yea… Yes!... Oh… Yes!... Oooohhh!... Ooohhh!”
“Tell the truth… Jodi… Your pussy being spanked feel’s pretty good right now, doesn’t it?” He asks in a barely audible whisper, cupping a hand between her quivering thighs, tweaking her engorging clit between his thumb and forefinger as she moans beneath her breath.
“Yea, I can feel how swollen this slippery nub is.” He whispers. “Like me working this tight little pussy… Like being treated like this while you’re away from home, don’t you?... Like getting a little wild down here where nobody back there knows what you’re really doing, huh?... Yea… Really liked what I did with you in the garage that last night too, huh?... That’s why I bet you couldn’t wait for me to fly you back down here again, huh?”
“Ohhhh… Uumph!... Aaahhh!” Her moans raspy, corresponding to his manipulations, her hips flexing across the leather seat, her naked body quivers, breasts sway as the thoughts of how the biker week junkets down here have become so intense and humiliating, yet so stimulating and even somehow agonizingly addictive. Thinking back to the first year, two three years ago, just her friend Amanda and her driving down for bike week, how they met the couple local beach bum construction workers, wound up partying with them for a couple days at there shack, finally giving in to fucking them, now it’s become an annual thing, but without her friend being with her. Now it’s escalated to partying and fucking, to dancing in wet t shirt contests to please him, to last year dancing and getting totally naked in his favorite biker bar a couple times, then the very last night, being introduced to his backyard garage, the bondage and intense discipline scene that lasted for hours.
Again sliding a finger deeper inside her moist slit, a couple curling knuckles deep, he leans over, breathes across her earlobe as his fingertip curls forward, presses in against that special spot. A few gentle twists, her body lightly spasms as his finger begins gliding in and out, back and forth as it flexes. “Yea, a whole week of being treated like this… I knew what I could do with you now if you decided to keep coming back down, especially after our last night together.” Keeping her naked body in a rhythm, listening to her low moans, responsive whimpering, he adds. “Yea… I know what you really are like, want now… Don’t I?... Dirty dancing, getting naked at the bar in front of a full house of bikers and their women… Yeh, and at night getting fucked in every hole more times then you can count back at my place.” Adding a second finger, probing, slipping both in just a little further into her moist slit, he tweaks a nipple with his other hand, again breathes gently across her ear.
“And best of all… You really liked our special little discipline session that night before you flew back last year, didn’t you?... Really turned you on, didn’t it?... Bet you’ve been looking forward to it again this year the way you responded for me then, huh?” He continues, watching her, feeling her naked body quivering next to him as she barely whimpers an unintelligible response. “Yea… Fantasized about that night when you masturbated yourself alone in your bed back in Ohio I bet… Didn’t you?... Tell me… Didn’t you fantasize about having me work over these titties, this pussy while you played with ‘em in bed, naked, all alone back in Ohio?” He continues rasping in her ear. “You liked being showed off… Then bound, stretched, whipped by me… Me and my roomie there up front driving us… Didn’t you?… All those things we did for almost that entire night before you got back on the plane the next morning… Just you and us and all my toys in that special little room… Huh, Jodi?... Now push those titties out some more so I can tweak those nipples getting hard as rocks!”
“Ohhhhh!... Uh Huh… Yea… Yesss… Oh Yessssss!” The recollection while in the darkness of the mask so invigorating, she visualizes everything he’s saying, feels herself trembling as she answers between rasping breathes, her head tilting back, brushing across the seat as her chest bows forward, nipples thick, hard, her globular mounds firm, spreading toward her sides as she arches as ordered.
A harsher pinch of a nipple, a slight tug, twist, he watches as again the tip of her moist tongue flicks out across her parted lips. “You liked for your clit… Your nipples to be clamped and whipped when I disciplined you while you where in my garage that night?... Huh?... I bet you thought about it a lot on the plane, all the way back to Ohio… Yea… Couldn’t wait to come back down and spend this week with me, huh?” Continuing his masturbation of her contorting body, his fingers damp, sticky, curling, sliding in and out, he whispers again in her ear. “Yea… Bet you counted the days for me to work you over again.”
“Uhhhh… Ohhhhh!... Yessssss. Huh huh… Yeeeesssss… Oh yesss!” Barely listening, stroking to his flexing fingers plunging in and out, she feels the dampness, stickiness of the leather beneath her quivering hips.
“This trip I think we could have a couple, maybe three discipline sessions.” He whispers. “That sound about right?... Think you can you handle it?... You better!... I’ve got those riding crops… Those clamps and chains waiting for you back there behind the house.”
Flicking at her lips in a quick, jerking twirl of the tip of her tongue, her thighs quivering, stomach rippling as she breathes deeper and deeper, tensing her fingers into tight clenches behind her arching back with each thrust of his probing fingers, she obediently nods, rasps. “Huh?... Huh?... Yea… Yes… Oh… Yeeeesssss!.. Oh Gaadddd!”
“Good girl… Oh!... There’s the bar… We’re here… Time to dance.” He rasps into her ear as he slips his hands away, flicks the mask from her face as the sedan pulls to a stop. Letting her see the biker bar lined with choppers along the street, the sidewalk, he glances toward her, her glistening flesh, flushed face. “Might as well walk right in naked… Let ‘em get a good look from the get-go… Remember, its first place or you’ll be spending the rest of tonight behind the house in my garage your first day back.”
End Part One
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