Chapter Twenty Five
Costume Party
Alexa walked over to the Harley’s, matched classic soft tails all black and chrome. She reached into a cabinet and handed me a pink helmet and she kept its match. I noticed they had “Biker Chick,” emblazoned on the back. They equipped the helmets with radios so we could talk during our rides. “Slip it on gently and it won’t entirely ruin your hair!” She explained and slipped hers on. The helmets face shields both tinted and clear. I slipped my helmet on and mounted the bike. I immediately realized it would be nearly impossible to hide my garters or shiny panties while riding in this incredibly short skirt. We both pushed the starter buttons, and the motorcycles roared to life. I smiled feeling the powerful rumble between my thighs. I heard Alexa in my ea
