The Protege - S01 E65

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The Protege - S01 E65

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 65

I hated the color on the rack but when I put it on with my black hair and tanned skin, it just clicked. The parts of my body that peeked through made me feel sexy. The look in her eyes let me know she agreed. To top it off I was braless.

"Tum around and let me see the back." I turned and stopped. The dress puffed out and settled back against my legs. She traced the outline of the open back and then traced the line of the tie string and lingered at the bow." So, if I pulled this, I could slide the shoulder straps and this pretty dress would just drop to the ground?"

Another wave of excitement shot through me. What she didn't know was I purchased some thong panties to go with the dress. Normally I hated the but floss. But for Cynthia, normal thought went out the window.

She waved to a young man standing next to a car. As I turned to look, I could see the wide-eyed puppy dog look on his face. He apparently had much enjoyed the show we just put on for him. "Can you pleased get Ms. Carmichael's bags and take them to the house. She'll be riding with me."

She turned back to me. "Are you ready Leasie?" She tapped the seat the seemed hand out in space above the rear tire with nothing to hold me on in back.

The look of apprehension on my face was apparent. I rode on a motorcycle with my uncle when was 14. We went around the block and nearly got hit by a car that was not paying attention. I never got back on and have never had the urge to do so. "No helmets? I whimpered.

She gripped my shoulder. "Trust me sweetie, you're gonna love the wind in your hair." She pulled me toward the bike. 'Have you ever ridden one of these before?"

"Ah, No!" I said terrified.

"It's ok Leasie, really. I will get on first. When I tell you ok, you will put your foot right there, and throw your leg over the back and put your sweet little ass right there." She tapped the tiny seat hanging out in the air. "You should put your hands around my waist and put your chin on my shoulder and then when I tell you. put your heels in the stirrups, and we are ready."

She climbed on grabbed the handle bar straightened it and put out her right hand. "Climb on sweetie."

Terrified, I took her hand and climbed on. As I did so, it occurred to me that a sun dress is not the ideal clothing for riding the back of a crotch rocket. I was extremely nervous my skirt would get caught in the rear wheel and pull me to my death. I tucked my skirt in between my thighs and the seat and put a bear hug on Cynthia.

She brought the bike upright and started it. "Feet in?"

I found the stirrups and pressed my feet in. We leaned uncomfortably far forward, and it felt like my knees were practically at my chin. When she hit the gas, I screamed and hugged her tighter. Thank God the airport speed limit was so slow. It did give me a moment to get the feel of it.

"How are you doing sweetie?" She asked confidently.

"OK so far," I did like the wind in my hair and getting to cling on to her like a back pack wasn't so bad. I did smell her perfurne which always got me going.

"That's good, just relax and breath. You will really love it."

We turned on Southern Blvd and she sped up sending a vibration through my seat, directly to my lady parts. The forward Leaning position on the crotch rocket did have it's good point. "Holy Shit Cynthia I can feel that in my clit. I think Mr. Happy has met his match.

"There's my horny little slut. She smiled.

As we picked up speed, I could feel my skirt blowing up in the back, "Although this dress and a thong, might not have been the best clothing choice."

"A thong? How did I miss that?" She laughed.

Next, we turned onto 1-95 and she unleashed. I have no idea how fast we were going but it felt like 200 miles per hour. In reality we were just keeping up with traffic. My skirt back crawled up my back completely exposing my thonged ass. Fortunately, we got off the freeway quickly and turned on Okeechobee Boulevard toward the Beach. But not before a few honks from random cars and a few comments and whoops from a jeep full of young men with the top down.

We arrived at the Beach and she held the bike until dismounted and then she leaned it on the kick stand and got off. "Right this way Ms. Carmichael."

She walked toward the beach and my eyes were drawn Immediately to her incredible ass. She seemed to walk with an exaggerated sway, but it may have just been the fit of those jeans that made it appear that way. They fit so tight but her firm ass was perfectly round and seemed to be trying to burst free. They road up and separated her cheeks with a curvaceous V that begged for my touch again. With each step the bottom of her cheek formed a perfect little smile as her ass clenched.

The thick leather belt had a series of little holes with metal rings crimped inside. Her center belt loop pulled the thick belt down as her buns stained the enforced leather.

"Damn Cynthia, those jeans should be illegal. I can't stop looking at that ass. I just want to drop to my knees and bite it!"

"Amen!" Said a young male voice off to my side. "Holy shit!"

Cynthia kept walking, unfazed. I kept focused on that ass, so tight, so small, yet bulbously substantial. Her black shirt fit her form like skin with not even the slightest roll anywhere around the tight leather belt. She had incredible genetics, but she was also a relentless physical fitness junkie. I was jealous, horny, totally in awe of her beauty and in complete disbelief that she wanted me.

She stopped at a blanket and picnic basket with a wine bottle and glasses on a tray. There was a young lady standing next to it. "Thank you, Katie, would you please come back in thirty minutes?"

She stopped at the foot of the blanket looked at me, smiled, and turned to look at the moonlight over the water. I wanted us to see this, but I must say, you are far more breath taking. My heart raced as she looked me in the eye and leaned in for a kiss. Her wavy blonde hair highlighted her face beautifully.

When our lips touched everything else faded into the background. I wrapped my arms around her, and we melted together. Her lips were warm and soft, and her tongue slipped into my mouth. We kissed passionately sending a pulse of warm wetness through my pussy. My hands slid down her sides and back past that straining belt to those amazing buns.

The obnoxious young men gave a couple more whoops and a round of applause. When I started to react, Cynthia hugged me tighter and thrust her tongue deeper into my mouth. I got the message and began to squeeze those buns again. Her right hand slid up my left thigh under the handkerchief dress around my bare ass. Her left hand quickly slid to my right cheek.