"Hey, slow down!" he cautioned. "Remember, I'm driving!"

I kept on touching his cock, though, and it puffed and swelled. I began to massage his dick through his pants until, all too soon, we were pulled into our driveway and stopped before the garage door.

I dismounted. Eric was still sitting on his bike, his tight pants full of hard-on. "Aren't you coming inside?" I wondered innocently.

"With this?" he asked. "I don't think your folks would go for it."

"I don't think they're at home," I replied. "So the only person you might embarrass would be me." And with that I did a flip-around and twitched towards the front door. He was behind me in a second, panting as I used my key in the lock.

As soon as I closed the door behind us, Eric was on me, lifting me by the cheeks of my ass. His hands were big and warm and deliciously strong and I lifted my face so he could kiss it. He was sloppy with his mouth, but his intentions were good. His fingers began to creep beneath the leg opening of my bikini bottom and I decided it was time to reassert my feminine dominance.

"Mmm," I protested, smacking away from his kiss, fighting to get my feet upon the floor. "Now you're going too fast! Why don't you let me run upstairs and get some clothes on? I won't be a minute." His hands released me and I stood back, playing with my hair. "Oooh," I went on, "my hair smells of chlorine! Maybe I'll take a shower while I'm at it. You can wait that long, can't you?" He nodded, a bit glumly, I thought, with that hard-on pointing out the front of his pants all big and ready. "Well, have a seat. Unless…" and my voice slowed to a crawly drawl "you'd like to take a bath, too? I'll bet you don't like chlorine any more than I do."

He didn't. And his hands were untying my bra on the way down the hall to the bathroom. While I leaned into the shower to turn on and adjust the spray, Eric was loosening the knots of my bottom and dragging it down. I sensed the momentary nakedness of my body, but it was only momentary. In just a sec Eric was covering me with his hands in all the places my bikini covered me, and he was doing it much more snugly and warmly. I hopped into the shower, my tits springing free of his clutching hands, and I turned to face him.