For as long as I can remember I've had this deep desire to expose myself to other people. For a while I never worked up the nerve to go beyond my backyard while naked. But I recently found it tremendously exciting to make quick trips out of the house in denim cutoffs I'd made from an old pair of jeans. I had completely removed the waistband and cut-off the legs leaving a mere one inch inseam. They were so small, if I hadn't shaved off my sparse blonde public hair it would have shown out the top. And after shaving my penis and butt, I went on to remove the little tufts of hair under my arms and the thin strip on my chest and belly. I was really enjoying being hairless from my eyelashes down.

It was during my second week of summer break when I headed out to get the mail that I saw my neighbor in her driveway working on a motorcycle. Rhonda Clark had always had a loud motorcycle, but the one she was working on looked new. The new motorcycle was much bigger than her last one. It matched her perfectly. Rhonda Clark was a formidable woman. Her new motorcycle was huge, its back tire looked like it belonged on a car. I knew I wouldn't even be able to hold it upright! Of course I've never been very sporty or strong. She looked up at me, smiled and waved me over.

I heard her chuckle as I tiptoed up the hot cement of her driveway wearing only my little shorts. When I got near, I hopped onto the grass to cool my feet off. I was just beginning to feel foolish when Rhonda said, "I like your shorts Babydoll." As long as I'd know her, Rhonda had always called me that. I blushed deeply and thanked her. 

She stood up and approached me in the grass. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail and tucked down the back of her shirt. She was an attractive lady, in a rough biker sort of way. She was wearing black leather boots, jeans, a black t-shirt from a bike rally and a black leather vest. She towered over my 5'5" height by at least 8 inches. She had thick thighs, wide hips, broad shoulders and really big boobs. I would guess she weighed twice what I did.

She laid a finger under my chin and raised it until I was looking up into her eyes. "Babydoll, don't be embarrassed. I love watching you prance around in next to nothing."Ibeen watching you run around naked in your back yard since i moved in. I always enjoyed it."

I bit my lower lip again and softly asked, "Really? You like to see me like this?" She moved in closer and laid her hands on my bare hips. "Of course I do." She let her hands wander over my bare midriff. All I could do was stand there and hope she didn't stop. It was the most contact I'd ever had with a girl. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Wanna go for a ride with me on my bike?"

My eyes popped open wide and l looked up at her. "You've never asked me that before. And I've known you my whole life."Her hands wandered down and rested on the upper cheeks of my butt. "Maybe I've been waiting for you to come of age. You did have your 18th birthday a few days ago, didn't you?" 

She again smiled down at me, "So, do you wanna go for a ride or not?"I think I squealed a little and jumped up and down. I know I told her I did want to go for a ride. I'd never been on a motorcycle before. She held up a hand and told me she had one rule for me to ride with her, I had to be completely naked. My mouth dropped open and I nearly fainted. I bit my lower lip, looked up into her eyes and told her that I should probably not. 

She stepped behind me, with her hands on my hips, she whispered in my ear, "You're already wearing so little." Her hands slid to the front of my shorts. Her fingers held the zipper and she slowly began to pull it downward. "It'll be fun. You'll sit behind me. No one will see anything except your cute little butt." My hips ground back toward her as she teasingly pulled at the zipper of my shorts. I whimpered softly when I felt the fingers of her other hand dip under my shorts and touch my bare skin so close to my overly excited penis. Rhonda leaned in even closer. I could smell cigarettes and beer on her breath. She licked my earlobe and whispered, "I'll tell you what Babydoll. I'll let you keep your shorts on until we're out of our neighborhood. No one you know will see you riding around on my bike completely naked. We'll get halfway across the city before I pull over and find a place for you to strip for me. What do you say Babydoll?" 

Before I can answer, she unzips my shorts and dips her hand into them. Her big strong, dirty hand cups over my very stiff penis. I moan softly and hump myself into her hand. My voice cracks when I tell her I'd love to go on a ride with her. While still holding my penis in her hand, she warns me. She tells me that when we pull over, she expects me to strip and hop back on her bike. If I whine or refuse to remove my shorts, she'll strip me by force and leave me to find my own way home. I whimper and am unable to keep from humping my erection against her hand. In her raspy voice, she whispers, "We're going to have a lot of fun today." Pulling her hand from my shorts, she zips them back up being careful not to catch any part of me in the zipper. With a firm pat on my butt, she tell me we should get going. After Rhonda straddles her bike, I watch the muscles in her arms flex when she stands the bike up off its kickstand. With the flick of a switch, the bike roars to life. It's loud enough that I can feel it in my chest. She reached back and patted the seat behind her while slipping on her sunglasses. I prance across her driveway and she helps me to figure out how to get on that huge bike. 

Once seated behind her, I wrap my arms around her sides and put my bare feet on the pegs where she told me to. It was here where I thought to ask about a helmet. She looked back at me, smiled and said she'd take good care of me and I didn't need to worry about anything. I really wasn't in a position to argue with her, so I held on to her tighter than ever when she rolled the back around so it faced the street.

My heart was racing when she put the bike in gear and we rode down the street at a quick pace. The noise from the bike was deafening. I couldn't hear anything except the roar of the motor. We quickly left our neighborhood on streets I rarely use. As we rode, it seemed like everyone outside looked at us when we rode by. I suppose we did make a strange sight. Rhonda, a large biker woman wearing biker attire and looked intimidating as ever. And I clung to her back like my life depended upon it. The only piece of clothing I wore were tiny little shorts. There was so much of my lightly tanned skin on display! I rested my head against her back and watching the houses, buildings, cars and people race by. In addition to the noise the bike made, it also vibrated wildly between my skinny legs. That vibration was doing nothing to calm down my overly excited penis. It was throbbing wildly and I hoped Rhonda couldn't feel it pressing against her jeans.