I Finger Fucked Her on a Motorbike In Bali While My Crush Watched

“Right. So, what’s the plan today? Can we do something outside? I need air.”

“Tirta Empul temple,” Mei said, sliding on her sunglasses. “Scooter rental’s next door. One hour inland, cleansing springs, proper old Bali. Who’s in?”

Everyone perked up.

The sun was murder as we stepped outside, scooters lined up like a rainbow of bad decisions. Axel moved first, offering me a helmet before anyone else could.

“Ride with me,” he said.

I stared right at him, letting him hope for just a heartbeat before turning to Valentina.

“Actually, I’m riding with her.”

His face went through about five different emotions. 

"Seriously?"

"Seriously." 

I laced my fingers through Valentina's and pulled her toward her scooter. "Come on."

Valentina threw me a wicked grin as she started the engine. I climbed on behind her, pressing my tits against her bare back, hands settling on her waist.

"Hold on tight," she said.

She revved the engine and we shot out of the lot.

The ride started innocently enough. Winding roads, lush green scenery. Wind whipped our hair, and the sun seared every patch of exposed skin. It should’ve been wholesome, peaceful, some kind of Eat Pray Love bullshit. But all I could think about was the way Valentina’s ass fit against my hips, the heat of her thighs, the memory of her mouth on me last night.

After ten minutes, my fingers started wandering. My hands crept under her tank top, fingers gliding over her bare stomach, up and up until I could cup her tits. She never wore bras. Just soft skin and hard nipples, already begging for my thumbs.

"Fuck, you're going to make us crash," she said.

"Then drive slower." I whispered, sucking on her neck.

Every pothole sent her breasts bouncing in my palms. She took every curve like we had all the time in the world while I played with her tits, rolling her nipples, squeezing the soft flesh. My hands grew bolder, one sliding down her flat stomach to the waistband of her shorts. She spread her legs slightly, giving me access, the scooter wobbling under us.

"Jess," she warned, the scooter slowing on a deserted stretch of road.

"What? I'm just holding on," I said innocently, fingers slipping under the elastic of her panties.

She was absolutely fucking drenched. My fingers found her clit easily, already swollen and throbbing. She gasped, hips jerking forward against my hand.

"You're going to get us deported," she said, trying to keep the bike steady as I circled her clit. I slipped one finger inside her, while my thumb worked her clit. Her cunt sucked me in, greedy for every filthy thing I had to give. The road curved sharply but I didn't stop, my finger still pumping, my thumb relentless on her clit.

"Stop. Jess. You're going to kill us both," she panicked, but she ground back against my hand anyway, chasing friction and danger with every grind.

"At least we’ll go out filthy," I said, and slipped a second finger inside her.

The vibrations from the engine blurred up through my own cunt, the seat slick with her and me. She was riding my hand, her body working against me as if the scooter were just a sex toy with wheels.

"Fuck—I'm going to come," she whispered.

"Do it," I commanded, fingers fucking her harder. "Come on my hand. Show the world what you look like when you let go."

She came with a strangled gasp, her cunt clamping down on my fingers, spasming hard. Her whole body jolted, hands jerking on the handlebars. The scooter veered toward the edge, tires biting into gravel. My fingers never stopped, still pumping her through every aftershock as we skidded sideways, the bike fishtailing under us. She fought to keep us upright, knuckles bleached, moaning out another wave of pleasure while I kept her stuffed and shuddering. We bounced, skidded, and finally the wheels found the road again. She sucked in air, panting, the bike wobbling beneath us.

Only then did I slowly withdraw my fingers, sticky with her cum. Without hesitation, I brought them to my mouth, watching her eyes in the rearview mirror as I sucked them clean.

"Jesus Christ, Jess," she panted. "You're completely fucking insane."

“And you taste like Bali at noon. Lucky me,” I said, licking my lips.

Behind us, Axel followed too close. I could see him in the mirror, hands gripping his handlebars like he wanted to crush them. He was close enough to have seen everything. Close enough to know exactly what I'd been doing to her.

Perfect. Let him ache for what he couldn't touch.