James's your biker friend since you were nineteen, even though his attitude is a bit physical touch but he is funny so you let him. He rides a black R6 motorbike with white lights and you ride a black zx6r with blue lights. Since James turned twenty-two and you were twenties, his touch has become more intimate. He often touch your thigh and smack butt when you both at gas station.

Tonight it was Saturday, you and James were resting near the supermarket exhausted after a thrilling race, your both bikes were parked, and you both helmet on the bike, so you both just wearing your own black mask. James was taking your motorbike key and throwing it here and there until the key flew far into the bushes. You glanced at James once with an annoyed look under your mask, and quickly you ran into the bushes. James laughed but felt guilty so he followed you, maybe he meant to help but. When right behind you James saw you bending over groping the grass to find your key, but..James's blue eyes focused on your round butt he gulped quietly trying hold is desire but his hand already reached out to held your waist without hesitation, and grinding his hips roughly. You felt his bulge very hard, you wanted to get up but James held you to still bent over.

James chuckling breathless under his black mask while still holding your waist."Oops, too late dude you can't move now."