Christy watched in annoyance as the bus sped away from the stop nearby. She’d just finished her shift at the restaurant attached to the Pump ‘n Go station.

“Of all the goddamn… rrrrrgh.” she grumbled. She held her skirt and plopped down on the hewn-wood bench in front of the restaurant. Bad enough that she had to go home in her brief waitress uniform, now she had to sit for half an hour until the next bus came along. She shook her dirty blonde hair. She’d already placed the blame squarely on that last table: they couldn’t make up their minds and left a lousy tip. “Ten per cent, my ass.”

All Christy wanted to do was go home and spend some time with her Buzzy Jr. to get her mind off breaking up with her boyfriend. She’d reacquainted herself with the bumblebee-shaped vibrator since that last argument that ended the relationship almost a week ago. She sighed and fished a pad of paper out of her bag, idly sketching the birds picking over the scraps on the pavement.

A low rumbling noise made the birds scatter. Christy looked up to see an incredibly busty woman ride up to the pumps on a magnificent motorcycle. The machine looked like it had a lot of work done on it… and so did the woman. She had an incredible physique. It was almost all exposed, too. Her massive bust threatened to spill free of her barely-there top but for the black suspenders holding it in place.

‘Wow, she could be a superhero,’ Christy thought appreciatively. She scribbled out a brief drawing of the woman as she pulled up. The young waitress was already thinking up names for her. ‘Hmm, how about “Robin Rider: Speed Demon.” Heh, sounds like an exploitation movie.’

Meryl grunted as she walked her massive bike the last few feet to the pumps and flipped the kickstand. She pulled her helmet off and tousled her hair. Her eyes fell on the girl sitting by the diner. She was pretty, with strong coltish legs and average breasts. A pair of dirty blonde pigtails draped her face, but her roots were dark. Meryl saw her long-lashed eyes fixed on a pad of paper balanced on her knees. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t seem to realise that with her legs tucked up, she was giving Meryl a great view of the pretty white panties she was wearing under her skirt. The way she was sitting made the fabric stretch tightly against her, giving Meryl an unparalleled view of the contours of her pussy.

The older woman didn’t want to stare, since it was rude. She also didn’t need something else stimulating her; her motorcycle’s engine vibrated right to her core as she rode, and her cock was straining hard against its cruel denim prison. Meryl ignored the insistent sensations and focused on refuelling.

Christy glanced up to seethat  the woman was looking over the pumps and tapping her selection out. She was facing away from Christy, and the waitress had to admit that the lady looked good from the back, too! Her ass was round and firm, making the worn cutoffs cling tightly to her smooth curves. Christy’s eyes fell on the motorcycle admiringly, sketching out its shape. She blinked as she saw the luggage strapped behind the seat. The battered leather case was full to bursting with sex toys! Colourful tools made of rubber, silicone and more exotic materials poked out from under the lid like obscene tongues.

The young waitress was intrigued. She’d never seen so many dildos at once outside of a sex shop. She looked back at the woman. The platinum blonde seemed to be having difficulty with the gas pump.

“Hey, do you need any help?” Christy called out, standing up and putting her sketchbook away. The woman looked her way.

“Sure,” she said, her lips curling into a smile. “I’m trying to order premium but it won’t let me.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s not that user-friendly,” Christy said. “Here.” She tapped out the premium selection and plugged the nozzle into the tank. “Just say when. So what brings you this far out here?”

“A weekend conference up at Milk Valley Lodge,” Meryl said, crossing her legs. “I’m headed back into town today.”

“Ohhh, that’s the place with the hot springs, right?” Christy sighed. “It must’ve been fun.”

“It was… invigorating,” Meryl said. She bent over the motorcycle to adjust the saddlebag. Christy couldn’t help but ogle her muscular body enviously. She saw rivulets of sweat trickle down the planes of her muscles like rivers through the hills. “By the way, I’m Meryl.”

“Christy,” the waitress replied. She stroked the polished chrome handlebars. “This is a beautiful machine, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Meryl replied. “I worked hard on it. Okay, that’s good.”

Christy let go of the trigger and hung the nozzle on its hook as Meryl paid the machine. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Meryl.”

“Thank you for your help, Christy,” Meryl said as the waitress turned to go back to her seat. Her eyes followed Christy’s tight ass as she mounted her bike. She groaned quietly, the sight of that swaying rear beneath the brief skirt making her hard. “Hey Christy…”

“Yeah?” the younger blonde turned back and saw Meryl unzipping her shorts. Christy’s brain did a backflip as she saw a thick pole of naked flesh spring out. It was veiny and wet, topped with a shiny helmet dribbling clear fluid. A pair of heavy testicles rolled like freshly laid eggs beneath it on the seat.

“You wanna ride?”

It took Christy a moment to process this. She looked up from Meryl’s cock to her face. The older woman had a lascivious glint in her eye, and she licked her purple lips. The waitress’s heart thudded. Why not? She had nothing to lose. It was either this or wait for the bus while wondering what might have been.

“Yeah,” Christy said, “Let’s do it.” She strode towards Meryl on trembling legs.

The older woman grabbed her by the hand and pulled her close, lifting her, face-to-face, to straddle her dick. Christy could feel the warm, turgid flesh between her legs, the shaft pressing against her pussy with only a thin strip of cotton separating the two. Just imagining that hot, hard meat sawing into her was making Christy wet, and her nipples puckered to hard pebbly points that poked into Meryl’s massive bust. Her breath came in shallow gasps, and she realised she was breathing in Meryl’s scent. It was a musky aroma, sexy but fresh, like a cool breeze blowing through a bedroom after a night of passion. It made her shiver.

Meryl grinned down at her passenger, leaning forward to grip the handlebars and pressing her weight against Christy’s body. “Hold on tight,” she said, and pumped the kickstarter. Christy wrapped her arms around Meryl as the cycle roared to life. She could feel the engine’s vibrations through the older woman’s dick, and they tingled all the way up to her brain. Meryl’s finger let go of the brake.

The bike blasted out of the gas station like a stallion across a prairie, swinging onto the road with practiced ease. Meryl’s lips curled up as she felt Christy’s body grinding into her with every jostle and bump. The young waitress’s face contorted in pleasure as Meryl’s cock ground against her womanhood.

Christy panted in excitement from both the stimulating vibrations she felt through Meryl’s body, and the utter terror of laying on her back atop a speeding motorcycle. She reached down with one hand and gripped the sticky shaft of Meryl’s cock, guiding it to grind more directly against her juicy pussy. Her thumb peeled the wet crotch of her panties aside and Christy moaned as the fat bulb of Meryl’s cockhead pressed against her soft, sensitive lower lips.

Meryl bit her lip as she felt her cock prod Christy’s cunt. She grinned and squeezed the throttle. The sudden momentum made Christy’s body shift, and suddenly Meryl was inside her. Christy cried out, reaching behind her to grip the handlebars for stability. Meryl groaned as the pigtailed blonde’s pussy slid down her pole, engulfing it like a snake swallowing a mouse. Christy’s pussy was tight and hot and slippery. Meryl nearly lost control of the bike as her cock squeezed deeper.

A car sped past as she eased up on the throttle a little. She caught a glimpse of a female commuter gawping at her and smiled, speeding up to give her a better look before dropping behind again. The momentum made the waitress slide further down her cock.

Christy whimpered in agonised pleasure as Meryl’s cock sank into her. The thrumming of the engine was sending vibrations right through Meryl’s shaft and hitting her G-spot. She held the handlebars and pushed back and forth, rolling her hips to get a faster motion. The sensation of that thick pussy-pleaser stretching her out was almost too much to bear. She didn’t care that the wind was whipping her hair around without a helmet on, or that she was in full view of anyone on the road, or that she was travelling over 70kph. She just wanted more!

Meryl pumped her hips while trying to keep her eyes on the road. Her mouth hung slack as she felt Christy’s vaginal muscles rippling along the length of her cock. Suddenly, she felt her cockhead bump into something, and she realised that she’d bottomed out in Christy! She pumped harder, wanting to push herself to the hilt. The waitress moaned beneath her, but her voice was lost in the wind. Meryl moaned too. The vibrations were just as maddening for her as they were for her blonde lover, and she could feel her balls tightening in anticipation.

“Harder!” Christy screamed over the roar of the engine. “GodDAMN!” She humped Meryl with all the strength she could muster. No one had ever filled her up so completely before! Meryl’s cock squeezed into her, thumping a place Christy had never felt before. She wondered, in the midst of her mounting orgasm, if it was the neck of her womb or something. It wasn’t important, so long as Meryl kept going.

Meryl’s eyes widened as her orgasm hit her like a brick wall. She struggled to keep control of her bike. Her cock swelled inside Christy, and the thick organ began to throb as it spurted out pulsing jets of hot semen deep inside the young waitress.

The blonde gasped as her own orgasm washed over her, making her toes curl and her legs quiver. Christy felt a burst of warm liquid inside her, filling up the tiny space Meryl’s cock had burrowed. The flood seemed like it would never end! Christy groaned as she felt her womanhood overflow with a deluge of semen and pussy juice, spilling out of her like a milky river and pooling on the seat.

Meryl looked down at Christy’s ecstasy-contorted face. She was about to say something when a flash of red-and-blue appeared at the edge of her vision.

Christy’s eyes fluttered open as she realised they were slowing down, and she caught a glimpse of the coruscating light. The police!

“Stay cool,” Meryl said firmly. “I’ll handle this…”