She takes several deep breaths, clearly not back in dancing shape, then gives herself a quiet applause. She finds a decent bench in the storage area ...nd amazingly finds a blanket still in packaging nearby."Since when does a blanket come in plastic packaging?"She unwraps the blanket and sets it on the bench then sits down. She looks down at her body, slightly sweaty, her nipples are rock hard. She touches them gently, teasing them. She lowers one hand down to her pussy, slides one finger. I’m always cautious, riding in the winter. If the weather is clear, there’s probably ice to consider. If it isn’t, the roads are damp and greasy, or wet, and in any of those cases it’s wise to take corners carefully. I dare say modern bikes, with their wide tyres of sophisticated materials, might require less consideration, but we weren’t riding one of those. It’s about thirty miles to Birchanger services, at the junction of the A120 with the M11, and it took about an hour. I pulled up in front. ‘Brace yourself for the fall, and then let go!’ he hissed. ‘It’s only another four feet, or so?’ There was a further tearing noise, as she fell to the ground, with a dull thud. ‘Oh, shit!’ he exclaimed. Her badly torn, blue dress, hung, flapping in the breeze, from one of the spikes. He looked down, as she gingerly picked herself up from the ground, rubbing her bottom, and brushed the dirt from her hands and knees. ‘At least she’s wearing a bra and panties,’ he thought, trying to look on the. I maneuvered my arm under her, and down to her cloth covered pussy. I began to massage it only to have her roll onto her back, forcing me to free my arm. I looked down at her body in the moonlight through the window, and swept aside her panties with my finger. Just looking at her pussy made my cock throb. I needed her bad, but I didn't make a move. I just stared at it for a moment. I moved back up and kissed her neck softly and as I did, I slowly pulled loose her other bra strap, and pulled.