At about 5:30 pm, Allison arrived back. She was visibly annoyed and upset and glared at Hayley as she exited the car. She forced a smile and nodded to me, but my guilt boiled to the surface, and I glanced away. She turned back to Hayley and tore into her about being so selfish and not travelling with her to Rotorua. Hayley asked her what she was so upset about. I stepped to the side to keep out of the way.

She took a few deep breaths, calmed, and then told us why she was so upset. It had all been a set-up, Uncle Fred leaving his wallet behind. He had her meet him at home and took her to lunch in his car. Once there, Fred tried to get her drunk by ordering lots of wine and encouraging her to drink with him, glass for glass. She resisted as much as possible, using the excuse that she had to drive back to Ohope. He still pushed her, and she managed to tip a couple of glasses into a pot plant while he wasn't looking.

On the way back to his house around 2:00 pm, she knew he would make a pass, as she remembered that his wife would not be there. But I played tennis on Thursday afternoons and got home at dinnertime. She was ready for him when she got in the house and kept her distance. Sure enough, he put the hard word on her and tried to lure her into the bedroom.

Allison looked to Hayley. "I'm sorry for taking it out on you just then. But it has been boiling up in me all the drive back."

Hayley asked how she had got away.

Allison took a deep breath. "I managed to keep the kitchen island between us. He was pissed. I told him I would tell his wife and your father. But he reckoned that since your father had told him to try, I was free to tell Bob. And as for his wife, he said it would be just my word against his, and Betty had always thought I was pretty loose anyway. So she was unlikely to believe me."

Hayley moved over and hugged Allison, saying she was sorry, "I should have gone with you."

"I don't think it would have made much difference, Hayley. He may have just done something silly around you anyway. I finally told him that if he came to his senses immediately, I would leave things where they stood and not tell anyone. But it was not until I threatened to call the police that he backed off and let me leave."

Listening to all this had me feeling pretty shit about what had happened with Hayley. So, while they were consoling one another, I snuck into the caravan and put the jug on, intending to make Allison a cup of tea. It's a very British thing to do, but we Kiwis have retained many of our English ancestor's habits. I stood, listening to the girls consoling one another. With cups in hand, I wondered if I should show my face. But before I could move, Allison entered the caravan.

"I should leave." I blurted out.

"Don't you even think about it," said Allison. "I need company. I will bounce back out of this. After hearing that Bob gave his brother carte blanche to try his luck with me, I have no guilt about you."

So we took the teas out to the table in the awning and sat to talk some more. Allison asked me how long I had been there, so I told her that Phil and I arrived around lunchtime. She asked if I had behaved myself. Shit, she had to notice the guilt on my face. But I lied and told her I had and that Hayley and I had walked the length of the beach talking. 

Allison asked if I would take her for the ride on my bike that I had promised her. She said it might be just what she needed to get her mind off Fred and rotten Rotorua.

Hayley mouthed 'Thank You' to me behind her mother's back. Then, she told her mother she was going to the beach to look for Jenny. That gave me another worry - Phil and Jenny turning up, looking fucked and letting something drop.

But I turned to Allison and said she would need a jacket and shoes, as she was only wearing sandals, a skirt and a blouse. She ducked into the caravan and came back out wearing an old jacket that I guessed she used going out on the boat, but she still had on the same skirt and sandals. I thought, what the hell; we aren't going to fall off.

When we got to the bike, the guy from the house on the other side of the reserve came over. I thought he was going to have a go at me about something. But it turned out he had owned lots of bikes and was interested in my Matchless.

"You no longer got to see many G45 twins around," he said.

Then he mentioned that Phil and I could park our bikes around the back of his house so they were safe, as long as we did not start them up late at night or early in the morning.

I thought he might be wondering about Allison hanging out with me, so I told him that she and her family were friends of my family. I was taking her for a ride and would pop the bike over to his place when we returned. He was cool and wandered off, saying he would see us later.

Remembering Hayley not laying into the first corner, I told Allison she had to hold on tight and lean with me on all the corners.

"Sounds like something you tell all the girls you get on the bike with you," she said.

"Okay, but you will probably feel strange for the first few corners as we drop towards the road. But  trust me, and don't panic."

I kickstarted the bike, and Allison got on behind me. She threw her arms around me and yelled, "Okay, big boy, am I holding on tight enough?"

I didn't answer but took off in a shower of stones, leaned it down to the left and shot out onto the main road. Allison just held on for dear life. I could tell from her grip that she was shocked at how quickly we had moved. After about a mile, we hit the first set of corners Hayley and I had taken only a few hours before. I opened the old Matchless up and laid us low into the corners. It was five or six corners before I felt Allison start to relax and go with the flow of the bike.

When you get the right road, it's like surfing or skiing. I liked it better than both, as there was also a sense of power between your legs. On the straights, we were hitting 75 to 80 mph.

Soon, we passed the school I had taken Hayley to earlier in the afternoon. I didn't stop, worried Phil and Jenny might still be there. Instead, I carried on past and took the next road to the left, and after a mile or so, we came to the end of the road. There was a grassed area on the banks of the estuary, a lovely spot where I am sure the locals who knew of the place would have come for picnics.

I got my blanket out of the saddle bags and lay down with Allison on the bank.

"Just hold me for a bit," said Allison. "I am buzzing from that ride. Now I understand why girls go out with bikers. It always puzzled me. They seem such a greasy lot."

We cuddled for a while, and then I tentatively kissed her, wondering how quickly to move after her experience with her brother-in-law. I was also feeling as guilty as hell about having been with Hayley only two hours ago and hadn't even washed, so I was waiting for Allison to say she could smell sex on me.

But I didn't seem to have anything to worry about, as she responded very passionately, gripping my head and probing my mouth with her tongue. Her response got me aroused, and I walked my hand down her back, kneading the muscles and looking for sensitive areas. It caused Allison to thrust her mound onto my leg, and she moved it around, leaving me in no doubt that her lousy experience had not put her off sex in any way. 

When my hand got down to her arse, I found her skirt had ridden up to her waist. As she thrust into me, my hand met with bare skin. I broke free of her kiss, looked down and saw she didn't have on any knickers.

"Shit, Allison! You aren't wearing any panties."

"I know," she said. "I fantasised last night about riding on a motorbike bareback, then making passionate love out in the open."

As I moved down to nuzzle her between her thighs, she dragged my shirt up over my shoulders and threw it to the side. So I stopped and unbuttoned her blouse and pushed that back from her shoulders. She lifted and allowed me to remove it, then reached back, unfastened her bra, and let me remove that also. She then started dragging my jeans down over my arse.

I resisted. "Shit, Allison, someone may come down the road."

"That's alright. We will hear. The other part of my fantasy is to be naked outdoors, so I'm not letting this opportunity go to waste."

What could I do but start wrestling with her skirt while I kicked off my sneakers and let her pull the jeans off? Now both naked, we fell into an embrace and started kissing and grabbing one another.

Allison pulled me on top of her. We were still kissing, and I was conscious of my very hard member lying between her closed legs. I slowly started thrusting along her legs so that my knob was running up and over her mound. She spread her legs apart, and my dick just slid in. I stopped moving and just lay there, relishing the feeling of being immersed in her warm, wet pussy. Then I felt her pussy gripping my shaft. She seemed to be scrunching up her arse and flattening her stomach, which made her vagina ripple and tighten around me. 

I immediately started to thrust into her; it felt so incredibly good.

"Stay still," said Allison. "My doctor gave me these exercises to do after having Hayley. I have brought myself off by just doing this."

She did it again, pushing her arse down into the grass and gripping my dick with her muscles. I knew what cows must feel like when the milkmaid handles them.

"I want to see if I can bring you off by doing this."

I kept my arse still but nuzzled her ear and around her neck. She said it felt nice, but to be bloody sure, I did not leave a mark, or we would both be dead.

After a bit, the feeling of her milking my prick was just too good, and I had to move, so I very slowly thrust into her. As she released one of her spasms and then as she started to tighten on me again, I pulled back against her efforts to tighten and hold me in her. She whispered in my ear that I was not meant to be moving. But I ignored that and kept thrusting hard. She relaxed a little and gave in to me. Then I felt her grow urgent, and she reached behind, grabbed both my arse cheeks and began pulling me onto her. She was so wet and slippery, and I had never felt anything so good. Allison started to let out little grunts as I thrust into her, and she upped the tempo of her contractions around my shaft, which meant that I pounded into her harder and faster. This only ever had one conclusion, and that was fast approaching. I could feel the building pressure, and my cock felt like it had swelled to twice its size.

"Oooh Fuuucckk, I'm cumming," cried Allison. And she wrapped her legs around my arse, her body writhing against me as she came.

I lifted onto my elbows to watch her come. Her nipples were erect, standing out at least half an inch, so I leaned down and took one in my mouth and kneaded it between my lips as I also came in a shuddering climax.

After a few minutes, she pushed my head away from her nipple, laughing and giggling at the sensitivity of it. I rolled onto my side, and she rolled with me, flinging a hand down onto my arse to hold me inside her. My willie was shrinking fast; she looked into my eyes as it slipped out and said, "That's a shame; I didn't want that to go yet. I am still way up there."

I didn't understand, so she explained that women took a lot longer to get going than men did most of the time but that they came down much slower and that she wanted some stimulation down there still. So I reached down between us and slipped two fingers back into her, letting my thumb run little circles around her clit.

"Just go very gently," she explained. "It is quite sensitive."

She lifted a leg over my hip and positioned herself back from me a little to give me room to work. Then, she wrapped her arms behind my neck and kissed me hard, slipping her tongue into my mouth and lapping up my saliva.

I slowly kept manipulating her clit and pressing my fingers as deep as I could get them. She was so, so wet and sloppy. I felt I could get my whole hand inside her. I was very excited and inserted a third finger and then a fourth. However, I could not get the four fingers in very far, so I returned to using three. It didn't take me long to get Allison off again.

We lay there for a bit talking and then decided we had better get back to the camp and get some dinner. As we sat up, we both became aware that a couple of guys were only about 200 yards away, fishing from a small dingy. I was mortified and raced to get my clothes back on, but Allison just took her time. She gave the guys a show. I'll bet they remember to this day. First, she slowly put on her bra, then her blouse and last of all, she bent over (away from them), picked up her skirt and pulled that seductively over her panty-less hips. Even at 200 yards, they had to see she was not wearing panties.

By this stage, I had the bike started and was ready to go. As Allison climbed on the back, I glanced back at the guys in the boat and saw that they were both standing and clapping. I have no idea how long they had been there, but they were not there when we arrived on the bike. I wonder how they did not fall out of the dinghy. They must have had a real eyeful and looked to be very happy about it as well.

Later, I questioned her about flashing the fishermen. She said she'd never done anything like that in her life. But if she had just thought, 'What the hell?'. They would not have known who she was, and it got her very excited.

When we returned to the camp, Phil and Jenny arrived and were having drinks with Hayley and a couple of the other girls from the camp. Hayley asked her mother if she enjoyed her ride. I thought she was a bit obvious with the innuendo, but Allison and the other girls didn't seem to pick up on it. She informed us that she would have dinner at Jenny's, and they would return for some music later.

After Hayley left,  Allison, Phil, and I left to watch the sun go down. As it got dark, we mixed some drinks and cooked dinner.

The night passed in a bit of a blur. Hayley and Jenny came back, and I know we danced and talked before finally getting to bed at about 11:00 pm. While Allison and Hayley were down at the shower block getting ready for bed, I fixed the curtain on the window at the foot of the bed; there had been plenty of awkward moments that evening without my worrying about Hayley outside that window. Jenny had left, but I knew she would sneak back and stay most of the night with Phil.

Allison asked me if I thought Jenny was strange when we got to bed. I didn't have a clue how to get around that one.

So I just said, "It must be strange for her to know I was staying here. You will need to talk with her about us tomorrow."

I realised that I needed to get the hell out of there in the morning before they got talking.

There wasn't a lot to say about the sex that night. I did remember it was good, but not as exciting as all that had gone before. I was bloody tired and just wanted to roll over and sleep. But I did not dare, knowing that Allison would have been disappointed if her young teenage stallion could not perform.

The morning was awkward. Phil and I had to get up around 5:30 am, sneak down the beach, sit around swapping stories, etc., until about 8:30 am, when we pretended to turn up for breakfast. Old Mrs Nosey Parker next door was up with her husband and taking it all in. Jenny turned up for breakfast, and as soon as we had finished, Hayley took off with her girlfriends and said she may not be back for lunch. So we cleaned up and got ready to leave.

Phil went off with Jenny. I knew he would take her somewhere for the day before riding back to the Mount that evening.

Allison did not object when I said I needed to go. I think she was aware that we were pushing the limits with the neighbour and her husband returning that evening. She did get my address and phone number back in Auckland, though, and said she would call me in a few weeks. But I was under no illusions and knew I would never see her again.

I was on the road to the Mount by 10:00 am. I had very mixed feelings. Uppermost in my mind was the regret that I had no chance with Hayley. I had thought I had a chance and was still hurting that she had shot me down. Life was a real bitch sometimes. Then I would think about the rest that had happened and think, how the fuck can you be down when you have had that experience?

Epilogue

In March, about eight weeks after our holiday, I got home one evening and found my flatmate had taken a message for me that day. He said a woman who called herself Ally had phoned at lunchtime and told me to stay home the next day, as she was in town and would call after lunch. I didn't know if he meant she would phone or call in. I guessed it had to be Allison, so I threw a sickie and spent the morning cleaning our flat, just in case she turned up.

Around 1:30 pm, Allison turned up in her blue Falcon. She looked stunning, wearing a dark blue suit over a white blouse and high-heeled navy shoes. The suit skirt came down just above her knees, and she wore sheer dark stockings.

"Hi," said Allison. "I tried to call you last month when I came into town but could not catch you."

"Oh! I'm around most evenings, from about 5:30 pm."

"I can't phone in the evenings. We need to sort our way around that one. Aren't you going to invite me in?"

I realised I was standing there with my mouth open. "Yes, shit! Come on in. The place is probably a bit messy, though."

I led her into the lounge and asked if she wanted a coffee or something.

"Hell no! You're a bit formal, aren't you? Come on, show me your bedroom. I haven't got all day."

"Fuck, I'm not very good at this sort of thing. You look too perfect to touch."

"Yes, I have to come into the accountant for a couple of hours each month, and then I normally shop around Queen St for a few hours. I have to dress up and look professional, but it is still me under all this – do you remember?"

Yes, I did remember, and as it dawned on me that I was going to fuck this immaculate, attractive woman, I went as hard as a rock. I could have punched a hole through my bedroom door with my dick. It got so hard.

We walked into my bedroom; Allison turned her back to me and shrugged her shoulders, telling me to take off her jacket. I threw it on a chair, then put my arms around her and started undoing the buttons on her blouse while taking every opportunity to fondle her beautiful tits.

Then I got a wicked idea in my head about bending her over my dresser and watching us fuck in the full-length mirror that was on the wall next to the dresser. I manoeuvred her around to the dresser, bent her over it and lifted her skirt. Her beautiful bare arse was exposed, encased in only a pair of black suspenders holding up her stockings.

"Oh! You haven't any knickers on."

"You're very observant today," she said. "I took them off at the accountants' when I used their toilet. I remembered that wearing no knickers was a big turn-on for you."

I nearly came right then. What a sight. I grabbed my willie in my hand and ran him up and down her slit a few times, then plunged straight in. No time for foreplay or anything. No way could I wait around for that.

I did try to go slow and hold my impending orgasm, but if you can imagine the sight I saw – two glorious arse cheeks framed with black suspenders holding up black stockings that finished about two inches below those same said arse cheeks. My rigid prick disappeared between them, looking twice its usual size. The dark blue skirt was bunched up around Allison's tiny waist, and I only had to look in the full-sized mirror on the wall in front to watch her tits swinging as I thrust.

I couldn't hold back. I may have only got in ten strokes before I felt the familiar feelings in my groin. I leant forward and flicked the catch on her bra undone, then moved my hands around and grabbed each breast, feeling the hard nipples between my fingers.

"Ooohhh, I'm going to come, Sorrryyy," I blurted out.

"Go on, it's okay."

So I plunged ahead, feeling the hot surge of spunk coming from way back inside me and rushing up my shaft. Spasms wracked my body, and my knees got shaky. I was struggling to keep standing up; it was that intense. Allison was bucking back into me, and I felt her come. After a couple of minutes, I pulled Allison over onto the bed with me, and we removed the rest of our clothes and got under the covers. 

February was the hottest month in Auckland, so after a few minutes of sweating, we threw the covers off and just lay there talking.

"Did you come?" I asked her. "I was so damn fast I guess you didn't."

"I did, just a little one. Having you come so hard and fast was a big turn-on for me. But don't think you are just getting away with that."

After asking where the bathroom was, Allison hopped out of bed and left the room. Totally nude. What a sight. I had not seen that many nudes at that stage of my life.

When Allison came back, she told me she had had a good wash down there, and she eased my head down towards her crotch, making it pretty plain what she expected of me. So I slipped down the bed, off the end and knelt on the floor. Allison followed me, manoeuvring herself down, and lifted her legs up over onto my back. She reached back and pulled both pillows under her head as I stuck my nose into her blond bush and ran my tongue up and down her slit.

I loved munching on the minge; I did then and still do today. I ran my tongue down each side, over the sensitive area between her anus and pussy, nibbled at the lips, then straight up the centre and hummed on her clitoris. I tried to get my tongue as deep into her as I could and even tried to insert my nose. Allison moaned and wriggled when I hit certain spots, and it didn't take long to find which techniques were working. As she got more vocal and moved her hips onto me, I inserted a couple of fingers and moved them in and around as I paid attention to her clit with my lips and tongue. She parted her legs as wide as she could get them and pulled her heels up behind my head, using them to pull my face into her. I glanced up and saw her watching me, and kneading her nipples between her fingers.

Seeing me glance up, she said, "You're very good at that; you have about an hour to stop."

After a while of this, I could tell Allison was getting close.  I started to get hard again, so I hopped up from the end of the bed, ready to get between her legs. But as I leaned over her, she rolled me onto my back and got on top of me; I watched as she positioned herself over my dick and slowly eased herself down onto it. Then she leaned forward and kissed me before snuggling around into my neck and proceeded to slowly rotate her hips up and down my cock.

I could last a good while when making love the second time. Allison only took about five minutes before she had a massive orgasm. I just wrapped my arms around her and held on tight, but although it felt fantastic, I did not cum. As she came down from her high, I kept slowly stroking into her. I had moved my hands down to her bum and pulled her firmly onto my mound every time I bottomed out. I figured this would be putting pressure on her clitoris. Sure enough, it was not long before I felt her pushing herself hard onto me at the bottom of each stroke as well.

"You a naughty boy, you didn't cum, did you?"

"No! Now you owe me one," I said.

"Oh, I think I can settle that debt pretty quickly."

And she proceeded to move up and down whilst doing those pelvic floor exercises on me. For good measure, she stuck her tongue in my ear and nibbled at my ears. It didn't take very long before I felt the familiar urges again, and I sensed that Allison knew she had me on the verge as well, as she straightened her legs and moved one then the other between mine. I opened my legs to allow her in between them, then hooked my ankles up onto her arse and pulled her onto my shaft every time she thrust into me.

"I feel like you are fucking me, and I'm going to cum," I said as I squeezed my ankles around her butt.

Allison began to really fuck then, and it was evident by her deep breathing in my ear that she was on the verge also. We came at almost the same time. I started spasming and jerking into her. Allison went rigid and let out a long, slow moan, then twitched around on me in time with my spasms.

It took a while for us to settle down. We just lay in each other's arms and cuddled and stroked. Finally, looking at her watch, Allison said she needed to go and be home before 4:30 pm. We were covered in perspiration, so I suggested we shower.

"That would be great, but I can't get my hair wet."

"We have a hair dryer here if that will help."

"A boy's flat with a hair drier, I am impressed," she said.

So we got in the shower and washed each other, which got me a bit horny again. But Allison brushed me off and said  I would need to wait for next time.

I saw Allison a couple more times after that. She would get her friend to call in the evening and leave me a message. This was always a couple of nights before she came into town, and I would take the day off. It was always good with her, and we did have it in the shower one time, I remember.

I don't remember why it stopped, but halfway through the year, it did, and I never saw Allison or Hayley again.