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shoves the helmet against his chest, startling
him.  “Aren’t you Mr. Particular?”
    With his left hand now free, he skims his fingertips across
her cheek, sending a shiver sweeping down her body.  His thumb brushes
across her lower lip, and his own lips comes temptingly close.
    “I am very particular.”  His kiss sends her
thoughts swirling.  “Is that a problem?”  He kisses her again,
hooking onto her lower lip and pulling.
    Her strangled whimper is proof positive that she’s into
him.  Aliah relinquishes the helmet, when his lips curl into the sexiest
of smiles.  She hooks her arms around his neck and leans back, until he’s
forced to toss his shiny black helmet into the grass.
    He slides her back onto the cool leather, until she’s laid
out flat on his bike and he’s hovering over her, their bodies mere inches from
meshing.  His voice growls before the words come out.
    “You have no idea what seeing you like this does to me.”
    Aliah spreads her legs wider, the tightness of her skirt
straining against her feminine curves.  “Why don’t you tell me?”
    He presses himself against her.  “I’d like to show
you.”
    The touch of their lips starts out soft, becoming
increasingly more necessary, until fireworks are exploding between them and
he’s drinking from her lips like it is a life or death situation.  Yes,
their kiss is heated, but the way their bodies are rubbing together is highly
inappropriate for a public parking lot.  Aliah curls a leg over his hip,
flashing her wet panties to anyone who’s watching.
    He presses on her again, as if he’s going to give it to her
on the spot.  If he weren’t wearing any pants then he would be fucking her
this very minute.  When he flexes his hips against her, she moans. 
His cock swells even more, but he knows one too many respectful business owners
who could be watching, and he isn’t about to fuck up that arrangement… even if
his cock is ready to bitch slap him.
    Her voice turns breathy, as his fingers slip into her
panties between them.  “Yes.”
    His fingers slip over her.  She’s slick, but soft like
silk.  He sinks his middle finger inside of her, with his thumb making a
circular motion between them.  He watches her face as he eases his finger
out of her and slides it back in.  She’s going to cum!
    He rotates his finger and presses it deeper.  He can
feel her from the inside out.  He grows tighter in the pants as she wraps
tighter around his finger.  It’s a beautiful sight, her pale, perfect lips
parted in pleasure, but it’s not going to happen.  He won’t let it. 
When he retrieves his finger, she whimpers from the loss of warmth.
    “Please!” she begs, watching him through half-lidded eyes.
    “I will.  Just not here.”
    “Where?” she gasps, ready for him to get back to it
immediately.
    He swallows hard, realizing he can’t take her home with
him.  “My sister’s staying with me, so we can’t go to my place.”  He
says it much too casually.  He’s a good actor.  “If you don’t trust
me at your place…”
    “I trust you,” she pants, making him harder yet.
    He looks away to hide his wince.  If she knew about his
lies, she wouldn’t be quite so trusting.  Once she finds out the truth,
she will never trust him again.
    He makes a grab for the helmet and climbs onto his
bike.  He starts to adjust himself, but no adjustment can make him
comfortable at this point.  Until he’s able to sink into that sweet pussy,
he’ll be in a whole lot of anguish.
    Aliah pulls herself to a sitting position, as he settles
onto the seat in front of her.  She kicks a leg over his head, to wrap her
legs around the bike and he nearly loses it.
    “Here.  Put this on.”  He hands her his prized
helmet.
    She keeps her big mouth shut, and his wild fantasy
continues.  She raises a brow and slides the helmet over her long, tangled
hair.  He rotates forward and turns on his bike.  Her small hands
curl under his