Rhonda drove us on back streets until she turned onto a freeway. She quickly got the bike up to speed and we were soon racing down the road at more than 70 miles an hour! My hair was flying around wildly and the wind was trying to drown out the noise of the bike. It was so much fun! We were flying by cars and I can't imagine how many people saw my mostly naked body! It was the biggest thrill of my life!

After passing a dozen or so exits, Rhonda pulled off the freeway and drove us into the parking lot of a large, mostly vacant shopping mall. Rhonda drove around the perimeter of the mall until she found an entrance to the mall between two large store which had gone out of business. There were only a few cars parked near the door.

She parked her bike right by the sidewalk. Turning to face me, she smiled and said, "You're up Babydoll!"

Biting my lower lip, I climbed off the bike and stood barefoot on the sidewalk. She lit a cigarette while admiring me standing there. I wanted to whine and complain, but I had no doubt she would tear my shorts off, drive away and leave me here as she had promised. I shimmied my hips from side to side. Looking at her, I asked, "So, I just take them off right here?"

I moaned softly and nodded my head. Looking in all directions, there were no pedestrians in sight and the only cars I saw were on a street clear across the parking lot. Swallowing hard, I reached down and unzipped my shorts. Rhonda had her arms crossed on her chest. She was smiling while I struggled with myself to do as I'd promised. Hooking my thumbs into the sides of my shorts, I quickly slipped them down until they fell around my ankles. With one hand covering my naked penis, I bent forward and picked them up and quickly stepped toward Rhonda's bike.

She stopped me before I could climb on. She pointed to a trach-can about halfway down the length of this store we were park by. She told me I needed to throw my shorts into that can and then she'd let me back on her bike.

Covering myself with my hands and my shorts, I looked in the direction she was pointing. It was a long way away! Biting my lip, I pleaded with her not to make me. That's when she started up her bike and revved it up. My eyes popped open wide and without doubting she would leave me where I stood, I tip-toed/ran down the sidewalk toward the trashcan. As soon as I was close, I threw my shorts at the can. Of course, I missed. Looking back at Rhonda, she was shaking her head from side to side. I tip-toed/ran toward my shorts, picked them up and dropped them directly into the trashcan. When I began to make my way back toward Rhonda, she was smiling while putting out her cigarette under her boot.

As I ran along that sidewalk wearing absolutely nothing, goosebumps popped up on my skin, even though it was more than 90-degrees. I had this lump of embarrassment in my stomach that radiated heat out to every other part of my body. I was so ashamed of what I was doing, but my penis thought otherwise. It was standing up proudly and bouncing around as I dashed along the side of the mall.

When I stood beside her still-running motorcycle, I quickly stepped on the little peg and threw myself over the bike and behind Rhonda. Squeezing my naked body against her and wrapping my arms around her as tightly as I could, I groaned into her leather vest. "Can we please leave? Now? Like fast?"

I felt her body move while she chuckled. Putting the bike in gear, we began moving at a relatively slow pace while we made our way out of the mall and onto a main street. The wind and sunshine on my naked body felt so naughty. The wide leather seat vibrating wildly under my bare butt and naked penis was tremendously exciting. And the way I clung to Rhonda's back, grinding my body against her jeans and leather vest, it was more arousing that I thought possible.

She pulled up to a red light and had to stop before we could turn onto a street and drive away from the mall. I clung to her back, squeezing my eyes shut after I heard a few people honk their horns in appreciation of my lack of attire. When a car pulled up right next to us I glanced over while the lady driving rolled down the window. She shouted that we should be ashamed of ourselves. Rhonda called her a prude and told her to fuck off just before racing out onto the street and leaving her far behind.

Having Rhonda stick up for me like that made me feel protected and safe. Even though more car horns were honking around us, and everywhere I looked, people were staring at me. I knew I was safe as long as I was with Rhonda. She drove right passed the highway we used to get there. Instead she kept driving down that same surface street that was busy with cars, trucks and pedestrians. The longer I clung to Rhonda on that bike, the more I found myself enjoying being naked like that. My penis was completely erect and throbbing. I was hornier than I was earlier that day when Rhonda held my penis in her hand!

I felt so shameless and naughty! It was a feeling I never imagined I'd enjoy so much! The longer I rode with her, the more I wanted the drive to never end. Hearing horns honking, people yelling out things to me, people taking quick pictures or videos of me on their cell phones, all of it added to the erotic feeling knotted in my stomach. It was amazing!

Rhonda drove us at a very casual pace down busy streets. Whenever she wanted to grab someone's attention, she revved her engine and they always looked right at us! Lust filled eyes staring at me added to the erotic chills running through my body, coupled with the utter humiliation of so many strangers seeing my naked backside, I was a complete horny mess!

She eventually turned into a neighborhood and after weaving her way through several streets, she slowed down and pulled into a driveway. I had no idea where we were or who's house we stopped at. Leaning back, the sunshine on my naked front felt so wonderful. Looking around Rhonda, I saw a lady with a similar build to Rhonda's, who was dressed much like her, and sitting on a stool working on a motorcycle that was just as big as the one I straddled.

Rhonda began talking to the woman whose name was Brenda. After a short greeting, Brenda asked who I was. That's when I was told to go introduce myself. Looking all around, thankfully no one else seemed to be in their yards. I rose up and lifted my body over the bike. It wasn't until I stood on the cement of her driveway, with one hand covering my naked penis, that I looked up at Brenda. She had a huge smile on her face.

Rhonda leaned over and smacked my naked bottom with her open palm, she reminded me to use my "biker name". I was confused by what she meant and the look on my face showed her as much. She leaned over and in a soft tone, she whispered "Babydoll". I know I blushed, but I'd been blushing all day so that was nothing new. I tip-toes close to Brenda and held out my free hand as if to shake. She didn't lift her hand so I dropped my hand to my side. I told her my name was "Babydoll" and I lived next door to Rhonda.

Benda smiled and said, "It's nice to meet you Babydoll." She cracked up while saying my name out loud. She then told me to lift my arms up and spin around so she could get a good look at me. My back arched when I heard Rhonda to do as I was told. I slowly raised both hands until my entire body was left unobstructed. My pale, bald penis was stiff as a board. It was pointing straight up and drips of my excitement ran down its length.

Standing outside completely naked, in a stranger's driveway, in the middle of the day with the sun shining down on me proved to be exhilarating. I slowly turned around on my toes. Brenda whistled at me and called me closer. When I was close enough, she pulled me down so I was perched on her knee. I quickly learned Brenda smelled like cigarette smoke and motor oil.

I suddenly heard a door across the street open, which made me panic and jump. Brenda held me firmly on her knee. A man stepped outside, while getting his mail, he stared at us shaking his head. He went back inside looking completely disgusted.

Brenda told me not to worry about him. She said he was an old bastard who was never happy. While she spoke, Brenda laid her hand on my upper thigh. She asked what the two of us had been up to that day. When Rhonda didn't answer, I told Brenda we'd been out for a ride on her motorcycle. She asked if I had been enjoying myself. I told her I had. That's when she asked where my clothes were.