At some point, we reach an open stretch, and he rests a hand on my thigh. While I’m sure it’s meant to be reassuring and friendly, I’m still tipsy from the beer and a little turned on from the show at the clubhouse, so my body reacts in an overly friendly way. I’m suddenly aware of just how close we are. Every inch of my front, from my chest to my knees, is pressed firmly against him, including my pelvis. That, along with the vibrations of the bike, have my clit pulsing with awareness, desperate for attention. Slowly, so as not to alert him to my needy state, I tilt my hips up and squeeze my
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