She shook her head violently but nothing could free the cloth
pressed to her face by the wind.Author: Biker
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Summary: Jenny is rescued from a breakdown by a mysterious Biker!.
The Bright May Sun shone down on the blue Ford parked at the side of the empty road miles from anywhere and 10 miles from the city Jenny had be heading to to meet her Husband...........................
Jenny sat in the car wondering what to do now, she'd managed to pull over just in time as the steering went all mushy with that unmistakeable feel of a flat tyre. "what to do?" she thought.
Her husband had thought fully prepared her for such an eventuality by spending several minutes explaining the mechanics of a jack and proper jacking up points on the car etc, all terribly interesting she was sure, but now as she sat with her head resting on the steering wheel she wished she paid more attention.
"Oh Well I can't sit here all day." Jenny said to herself and got out of the car, as she did so her legs were exposed by the full skirt of the dress as it fell away revealing her black stockinged clad legs.
Her high heels clicked on the road as she walked to the boot in search of tools. Occasionally a car roared by and its wind blew her hair across her face
"So much for Knights in shining Armour helping Damsells in distress." she muttered and did her best to look pathetic and helpless, but cars still whizzed by. She really didn't have a clue about how to change a tyre and she knew it, but with stubborness and determination she chose to not let that little detail bother her.
Leaning into the dark cavity of the boot her mind occupied by her the search for the tool pouch and also the jack thingymajig, she didn't notice the beep of horns from passing cars as the drivers were treated to the rare sight of a shaply pair of stockinged legs barely covered by her fluttering skirt.
"Ah! there's the tool pouch!, OK where is the wheel? it's supposed to be here in the boot." After 5 mins of searching behind all sorts on corners she knew couldn't hide the wheel, she gave up and concentrated on figuring out how to use the jack. After spending most of her life in school and higher education she ought to be able to understand such a simple tool, after several minutes she got it sorted and prepared to jack up the car.
Soon the wheel was off the ground and wiping her brow and feeling decidedly pleased with herself she looked for the wheel nut spanner, finding it she began the awkward task of loosening the nuts of a free spinning wheel, how can men make this look so easy? she thought for the fifth time, each time she placed her foot on the wheel brace the spanner would spin the wheel and doing this in high heels was no easy job and removing them was out, as the graveled road would tear her tender feet to pieces.
Somehow she got the nuts loose and placed them on the ground, the wheel hung on the hub but she didn't know if she'd have the strength to lift it down safely, she tried many positons but the only one which would work was by squatting down and having her knees wide open and to lift the wheel off the hub, she did this and felt the cool air swish around the hot gusset of her panties and upper thighs where the stockings didn't cover her, even with no one about she blushed furiously at her undignified position. She stood quickly as a car drove by and watched it as it sped away to the horizon.
Brushing the hair from her eyes blown the by it's passing, she again squatted down and braced herself to lift the heavy wheel off.
The betraying skirt slid up her legs as she crouched there exposing her stocking tops and a good few inches of creamy upper thigh above them, she took the wieght and lifted the wheel off but in the stilleto heels she was thrown off balence and fell back, her knees braced themselves on the tyres outer edge as she fell back to stop it landing on her, rolling on her back with its weight wasn't easy but she managed to get it off of herself and laid there in the road breathing heavily.
With the tyre beside her and lifting her shoulders off the ground she looked down herself and blushed again as her skirt had flopped down about her hips showing herself off to anyone who happened to look. She noticed something odd too something black was there.
Resting herself onto her elbows she could see what it was, a blob of sticky black grease had landed smack dead centre of the mound of her panty covered pussy!! wrinkling her nose at the yukkyness of it she considered wiping it off but to touch it made her lips turn down in disgust she'd be filthy!!.
So with great care and slowness she managed to regain her feet and holding the dress away from herself walked to the bushes several yards away from the road, and with the same carefulness shucked off her white cotton panties without getting any of the grease on her clothes or feet, her dress fell down as she let it go covering her wonderfully long legs, and now pantiless condition.
She turned her attention to the panties and thought the only thing to do was dispose of them they were ruined now anyway, so scraping away some dirt she buried the behind a bush.
Walking back to the car now was an experience in itself her unfettered bottom wiggled and jiggled so differently somehow from it's usual feeling of the confines of tight panties this made her feel even more naked having to take them off was bad enough, but to feel this unusual movement too!!
Out of nowhere another car roared by and she unconsciuosly clutched her skirt down to cover herself just in case. The Pale blue light summer dress was a present from her husband and though she liked it she knew he liked her in it more, with it's tight bodice section pushed her breasts up and caused them to form an interesting cleavage that was admired by all, more than she realised. The dress's 'Sweetheart' neckline was the perfect frame for her soft but wonderful large breasts. The miriad of tiny buttons which held the dress closed took an age to do up but was worth the time as she looked positively gorgeous dressed in it, all this was something she was not aware of, especially it's effect on her husband and the others who fantisised about her.
The cotton of the dress as it brushed over the upper edges of her buttocks was tickling her as she walked the final few steps to the car.
Where in the hell was that spare wheel kept? Time was flying by but she knew she would be missed soon and her husband would worry and come looking for her, but when?
She walked to the front of the car and retrieving one of the mats from inside placed it on the ground and knelt down on it and bent to examine the hub, now that the wheel was off it was all black and covered in dirt except that shiny disc thing there. She was paying so much attention to the inner workings of the brake hub that she didn't feel the minute movements of that car as she rested her hands on the upper wing.
With an ominous creaking noise and a sudden crash the car rolled off of the jack and crashed to the ground, Taken by surprise Jenny did the only thing she could.
She closed her eyes.
When the dust had settled Jenny blinked her eyes open, and stared at the cars wing not 2 inches from her face! she tried to move back but something held her fast and looking down she could see the hub buried into the tarmac of the road, the cars hub had landed about where her lap would be had she had her legs together luckly for her she had her legs spread wide, she let out a whimper of relief that she'd gotten away uninjured from a potentially serious accident.
She tried to move again but on checking her situation she saw a good portion of her dress trapped under the hub.
Oh dear, She was pinned there
Stuck fast
Jenny had a good imagination and knew that to free herself would require the jack to raise the car but her mind kept shying away from the fact that she would only do this if she GOT OUT OF THE DRESS!!!!!!
"Nope, no way, I NOT going to do that! no way, not this girl, uh UH!" she said shaking her head her blonde hair cascading around her face. Maybe she could tear the dress? that would work surely, but sevral minutes of tugging this way and that wouldn't do it, and anyway if she suceeded it would open a huge hole about level with her waist! not a good idea in her present condition!.
She placed her head against the cold metal of the wing and applied some serious thought to her dilemma.
What to do? what to do?!
Jenny was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't hear the crunch of gravel as a footstep landed beside her and a shadow fell over her.
"Need a hand?" the shadow said as she squinted up trying to make out the features against the Sun
"Wha, What?"
"I said, do you need a hand?" As the shadow moved she got a good look at the unknown person from nowhere and her heart skipped a beat as she looked at a leather clad Biker,
"OH Shit" she thought, please don't let him hurt me!. All the films she'd seen coming to her mind of gang rapes etc all portraying roving gangs of Bikers pillaging villages like marauding Vikings.
"Lady you look as though you really need a hand." Jenny was too scared to talk but just nodded dumbly, her mind flashing images of her being raped or murdered here on this quiet road. "Look I know you're stuck there but I would like an answer, I won't hurt you, and I'll have you free in no time OK?"
Jenny couldn't move, "How many of them are going to rape me? oh God please don't let this happen to me.!"
Everything was quiet for a awhile and she looked around for the Biker and saw him sitting beside her smiling at her, nicely not at all menacingly.
"Calmed down have you? You know something, all bikers aren't like you see in the films we're not all bad guys. I'm here to help you I promise." She tried to smile but felt too guilty at being read so easily by what he'd said, the worst thing was he was right too. He got up and crouched behind her and said "Now hold still alright?"
And he placed his hands under her armpits and gently pulled her back until she was resting on her heels her dress now very tight down the front, looking down she saw the neckline stretched over her breasts flattening them, the biker had a good look at how trapped she was and she saw too how his eyes looked at her breasts too, thier contours plain to see under the thin material, she felt her nipples harden at his gaze and began to blush too. The arms suddenly were off of her arm pits and he said
"I think the only way out for you is to unbutton the dress and get you out of it." His hands then began to move around her to begin the slow and labourious task of undoing 75 buttons, she couldn't move but just sat resting on her heels as his hands fumbled with the tiny buttons. Soon cramps began to settle in from sitting as she was and she said;
"Would you please hurry my legs are aching so much."
"Lady I going as fast as I can,.....listen the dress in ruined, yes?. I'm going to cut it off of you. Lean forward." And with that he pushed her forward and bent her head downward her hair brushed out of the way, then she felt the cold touch of a knife at the base of her neck!.
Because of the position and the tightness of the bodice the knife ran smoothly down her spine cutting the cloth, some resistance was met and a little sawing then it continued on, only something didn't feel right now, but what?
Suddenly she knew, as her ample breasts dropped a little as her bra was cut through!
Oh Please no, she thought, not this, not now, first I lose my panties and now..........................MY PANTIES!!!
"STOP! STOP right there" she cried out as the knife reached her lower back.
"What? what's the problem, did I cut you?"
How could she explain this to a stranger?
"Look I can't explain this but I don't have any......(mumble)... on."
"Sorry I didn't hear you, you don't have any what on?"
"PANTIES! I don't have any panties on. OK?" Jenny was aglow with embarrasment now
"OH!......Well what do you want to do then?" Jenny thought for a minute or two and said
"I need to cover myself with something please continue cutting and when you've finished turn around please but leave your knife."
The sawing continued down as she felt his wrist brush over her buttocks and then between her legs, soon she was free, shrugging her shoulders forward the dress fell into her lap, followed by her bra. she just sighedin resignation. Oh god this isn't happening, she thought as she looked at the tatters in her lap.
The loud engine noise startled her back to reality as a huge Juggernaut crashed past causing a mighty draught as it went by tugging at the rags in her lap, from the corner of her eye she saw the white of her bra go flying off up in the air and fall somewhere off in the distance. Turning to look over her shoulder at her benefactor she saw him stealing a glance her way, he said;
"You might want to hurry it up there's a lot of traffic coming this way. I don't think you want to be seen like that too long, do you?" No sooner had he said this then Jenny began cutting and sawing the remains of her dress free and once done ran off, her ample breasts bouncing as well as her lovely bottom jiggling as she scuttled into the undergrowth beside her car.
Hiding there amongst the bushes she looked at the pitiful amount of cloth she had to work with, she bagan to cut and fashion the best covering she could from the small amount she'd retrieved.
After 10 mins she came out blushing furiously at what she now wore, Jenny's eyes were as round as saucers from her embarrasment and humiliation, she'd never felt so ashamed.
The main rag was around her waist but tied at her hip in a knot, this scarcely cover her thighs and with the hold up stockings she still, wore over 2 inches of bare thigh showed above them before diasppearing under the rag. The top however was a master-piece of engineering she'd managed to create a kind of halter top that almost covered both her large breasts yet still it strained against the inner pressure of confining them but not for too long as one nipple or the other showed, it was the focus of the Bikers attention, as she adjusted herself back into the top but her titties seem determined to escape.
Jenny face couldn't have been redder from embarassment than if she'd run a 100 metres in 5 seconds as she tottered in her high heels up the bank onto the road, but she consoled herself in the knowledge that she would soon be in the car and away as soon as this Biker fixed the wheel.
The Biker was having trouble concentrating on the problem at hand as the image of her blonde pussy had flashed into view as she raised her leg to step over the barrier at the roadside, the image was burned into the cortex of his brain. He then delivered the crushing news for Jenny.
"Er Lady, you have a big problem, in that your car has fallen on the jack and there's no way we can get it out. I'm going to have to take you into town to get it fixed."
Jenny all the while was adjusting the rags to cover the maximum of soft milky flesh and didn't quite catch what he said, he tried to repeat his statement but was hypnotised by the winking out of one nipple then the other as she adjusted the top as best she could, finally she gave up and stood cupping herself in her hands. Finally it dawned on her what he said;
"You mean on your motorbike?."
Exasperated, the Biker said "No, in my lear jet, of course my bike. What else?"
Oh, this was just terrible she'd never been on a motorcycle before, but how else was she going to get into town? Jenny was continually adjusting the tiny amount of cloth she wore and this Biker wasn't making it any easier by staring at her the way he was, finally she agreed to his idea.
He turned and walked to the black bike parked a few yards down the road he started it up and drove back to her. It was low and shiny black, all covered in plastic and racy looking but was almost silent, no wonder she hadn't heard him arrive. He said;
"You sit on the back and hold on to this bar it's called a grab rail, your hands will be behind you but you'll be fine, trust me." She placed her foot on the rear peg and raised her other leg to lift it over the bike and watched the bikers eye flash to look at her pussy as the 'skirt' rode up to allow him the visual feast, somehow she managed to blush deeper.
Her nylon covered leg hissed over the vinyl seat as she searched for the other footrest hooking her high heel over it, she postioned herself on the seat. The cool black vinly teased her pussy lips as it brushed over her tenderness as she got herself comfortable.
From the position she was now in her knees were far apart and she looked down to see the 'skirt' stretched over her upper thighs and effectivly covered nothing at all, the knot too had moved around to just below her navel.
"Reach behind you for the grab rail." he said She did as instructed and found the bar just behind her tightly clenched buttocks, looping her fingers underneath it she said;
"I'm on."
With no warning he dropped the clutch and was off down the road, Jenny holding on for dear life, everything seemed to flash past her as she seemed to be flying down the road super fast, Jenny managed to lean around the Biker to see the speedo and was shocked to see they were only doing 40mph, still at that speed on the open bike it seemed twice that!.
The wind whipped her blonde tresses into her eyes and she shook her head to clear them, but it seemed the only way to not get hair in her eyes was to look down, she did this and was horrified to see that the wind had lifted the flap of her 'skirt' up onto her belly she could plainly see her blonde pussy against the black saddle and her pink lips poking through the hair, as she watched her lap she could see how violently the wind shook the rag, slowly but surely she watched in mounting anxiety as the knot began to loosen!.
She couldn't do anything except watch as milimetre after milimetre of cloth unwound itself, she tried desperatly to let go of the grab rail but her hands were frozen to it, it seemed.
She watched the tail of the knot slide under a fold and felt the cloth over her hips and around her buttocks get slacker and slacker. Suddenly gave way the skirt opened and the flaps went snaking around her waist, fortunetly her hands holding the grabrail stopped it and she felt the cloth whip around her wrists the wind buffeting the loose ends and winding them around the grabrail and her wrists she grabbed hold of the cloth in a desperate attempt to keep it to her and realising she wouldn't be able to hold it indefinetly decided to tie it to her wrist so that when they stopped she could retie it around herself, she was so pleased at this quick thinking that she wasn't too worried because on this relatively deserted road she probably wouldn't be seen by anyone in her present state.
The Biker called over his shoulder "You alright back there?" Against the wind she managed to call back
"Yes I'm fine, When you find a good place would you pull over I need to do something, and I'd rather you didn't turn around OK?" She got a thumbs up for an answer and felt another burst of acceleration, and on checking saw the speedo approach 50 mph.
This was rather nice considering her situation, and with her head tucked down and her back arched and hips tipped forward as she was, the vibration of the seat pressed up against her was getting to be distracting to say the least!!
She opened her legs wider and the air directed by them sent cold air rushing over her pussy, ruffling the hair and sending a pleasant wave of pleasure through her "Oh this is nice." she thought and felt acutely embarrased at feeling this way.
After about 10 mins and various back stretches later she checked her breasts and was dismayed to see both her nipples out in the open and as hard and crinkled as can be, from the cold she told herself, the Biker slowed the bike down as he approached a hill and she risked freeing a hand to readjust her top, she let go of the bar and began to move her hand when it abrubtly stopped only inches from the rail.
Oh dear,
She held on again and tried the other, same result maybe 3 inches of travel then stopped, Oh dear again, this didn't look good!
With rising fear she tugged her hands away from the rail and still they didn't come loose, getting into a mild panic now she exerted all her meager strength could muster, but still she was tied fast!!
"OH God NOOOOOOOO!" she screamed inside "Not this as well!!" with her fidgiting and moving about the simple knot holding the halter top behind her back gave way, causing the top to flap up and cover her face, all that held it was the knot behind her neck.
She shook her head violently but nothing could free the cloth
pressed to her face by the wind.
She tried to call to her benefactor but with the wind and the cloth muffling her he didn't hear her.
She tipped her head as far down as she could and somehow managed to uncover her face as she looked up, and just before the cloth flipped back up over her face again she had a split second glimpse of the main road to the city only a few hundred yards in the distance!!!
Jenny let herself go into full panic as she knew she had to free herself before they got onto that motorway!! She tugged and pulled furiously but only managed to tighten any knots there, her tiny fists flexed and pulled at the rags! anything to get herself free no matter what. She dipped her head again and in the brief second she had to see she saw the black sliproad as they entered onto the main link road in and out of the big city. A few cars were glimpsed before her vision was obscurred again.
The rapid pace the Biker had set before was upped again on the smooth tarmac and she could only guess at what speed they were doing, she was almost in tears with humilation, but was able to think about the situation enough to give thanks that at this speed she wouldn't be seen, well not too much anyway, she hoped.
Minutes passed and cars began hooted thier horns as her Biker weaved the powerful machine around the road, all she could do was hang on as her legs clamped on the hips of the Biker between them, her knuckles whitened on the grabrail. Slowly she noticed a lessening of the speed and felt the bike slow down.
"No NO" she wanted to cry out "Go faster!" But the cloth cut her voice to a muffled squeal.The cool wind over her naked body died down and the hotness between her legs felt very intense, but nothing to the hot flush she felt rising on her cheeks. Her teeth ground down on the cloth jammed into her mouth as the forward speed dropped off. And finally stopped.
The tatters of her dress stayed over her face somehow as she felt the bike lurch as the side stand was put down and the Biker climb off
"I'll be back in a minute or two I need the 'loo OK?" Was all she heard as he ran off his voice getting farther away as he spoke.
Still she didn't let the cloth drop down, she was frozen in time, her mind numbed at what she might find if she moved to let it fall.
She heard muttered voices and some giggling, then laughter, she could take it no more and moved her head forward. the cloth fell away. Revealing her sitting naked on a Motorcycle dressed only in a pair of stockings and black high heels, the rag of her halter top nestled between her wonderfully firm breasts, hands securly tied behind her back to the grab rail by her own doing.
Right in the middle of the town centre on a Saturday afternoon with a crowd of over 200 people all stopped to look at her, a crowd of Japanese tourists fought each other for the best photograph, she then noticed some men moving towards her with hungry eyes, some were even flexing thier hands in anticipation of touching her delightfully soft and helpless flesh.
The crowd gathered around the bike, cameras flashed, laughter rang in her ears from all around.
Jenny was now totally shamed.
Her face was bright red in humilation and her eyes welled with tears of embarrasment. Jenny bowed her head down then watched in detatched fascination as a trickle of moisure, a result of her sexual excitement earlier trickled down the seat between her legs.
As a hand reached out from the crowd and cupped her left breast, and another slid along the inside of her right thigh, higher, higher.......
And Jenny could do nothing to stop it, only sit there.