`` The Bike shop ''
by Melsy


First, let me throw you a description of where this occurs. The bicycle shop is in an
feeder community in a suburbia of Los Angeles. It is a rectangular building, with a
showing arena up front end for new wheel and accessory. It has a fix and assembly area
in the rear, with a separate room alongside the showroom, where the new bikes are
stored in cartons, and backstock. Out in back, there is a parking lot. The parking lot is at
a higher spirit level than the store, so it has a lilliputian set of concrete steps to come down to the
rear entering. Also in the rear of the shop, there is a chain link batting cage, where bike that
were repaired, but as yet unclaimed, are kept. The cage extends slightly into the parking
lot, and has a gate that locks, and comes down succeeding to the steps. There is a second doorway from
the repair area to the parent batting cage. There is a Sir Ernst Boris Chain link gate next to the rear door as well.
There is also a hind end door that opens onto the stock, where the rest elbow room, and display field
for cycling apparel is situated. The rest elbow room is small, just a toilet and wash watershed, and has
a little windowpane with old style petty glass panel fin that opens to the rear of the store,
just to the face of the butt depot entrance.

I am the mechanic for the store, and am xix years of age. I have a very pretty unseasoned
girlfriend, and live nearby in a rented studio apartment. The entrepot Manager is a heart
age man, and is a fairly orotund man, 6'2 ”, but in very good shape, because he often rides
his bicycle to work out. I am 5'8 ”, and in very practiced Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, having been a swimmer all through
senior high school School, and I was training hard to begin competing in bicycle races.
It all started one mulct summer day. I was working all alone, because the Manager had to be
somewhere, but it was no big deal. I had worked the computer memory alone before. I was in the back,
working on a bike, but I had a good perspective of the social movement of the depot, because there were
mirrors all along the wall, which gave me a exonerated aspect of the total memory.

In walked a pretty lilliputian girl, and she walked right up to the front of the store, and began to
look around. She then turned around, came around the end of the buffet, and walked
right up to me. She asked me if weenie, the Manager, was there. When I told her no, she
seemed really disappointed. She asked me my name, and I in return key asked her what her
name was.
She said"Pammy. What 's yours ?"
I said"Steve."She kinda looked around, then said,
"When will hot dog be back ?"
I told her"Tomorrow. He had to go to a meeting."
She was looking down at her feet, kinda twisting around, pivoting one one substructure. She then
said,"Well, since weenie is n't here, will you wager me ?"
I remembered seeing her at the store a match of days before, and Frank had been out back
with her, but I really did n't pay any care. I figured she was the daughter of a friend
of his, or something. Let me key what she looked like. A small girl, slim of bod,
with short blonde hair, cut with thrill, and barely falling to her articulatio humeri. She was
wearing a pretty yellow sundress, with lily-white ribbons as trim, and White person sandals.
blue air eyes, and a slight summer tan. Pretty smile, with very E. B. White teeth, and abstemious pink backtalk.
I asked her what she wanted to play. She got all excited when I asked her that.
She asked me"So you 're gon na run with me then ? Cool !"
I told her"Sure, but what do you want to play ? I do n't really take any toys here."
She said"We can play a plot, like Frank showed me. C'mon !"
She grabbed my hand, and started to head me out back. When we got to the open gate,
she stopped. It was then that I saw the other girl, sitting on the step. I looked at her,
and she smiled a big grinning. She was very cute.
About the same age I guess, seven, with long dark haircloth, and a darker tan than Pammy. She
was also wearing a summer frock, white cotton wool, and exchangeable whiten sandals to Pammy.
I said"hullo, who have we here ?"
She smiled really big again, and I marveled at what a beautiful nerve she had.
Pretty honey oil eyes, unruffled feature film, and slim build. Pammy pipes up saying,
"Oh. This is my bestest friend, Rachel. Rachel, this is Steve. Say hi !"
She looks at me all shy, and says"Hi."
As I look at her, I see that she has very lovely legs.
Pammy drop cloth my mitt, and turns to present me.
She tells me"Frank plectrum me up, so I can swing from the top of the gate. countermand me up !'
I see that she is talking about the brand pipes that frame the range of mountains contact fence and gate.
She looks at me, then up at the silver grey tobacco pipe. She lifts up her arms, in anticipation of grasping
on to the pipe. I reach with both my script under her weapon, and lift her up.
I was surprised how swooning she was.
She grabs on, golf stroke back and Forth River just a duad of times, lifting her legs up and
out in straw man of her. I can see up her dress, glimpsing yellow cotton plant panties. She then stops
swinging, and drops down to the concrete ground.
"That 's not how frank picks me up. You have to pick me up from here !"
She reaches her hand down to her crotch, and cups her pussy.
I was thinking to myself"Wow. Frank has been playing some naughty games with this
small miss. !"
As she stands in nominal head of me, grabbing her private parts, I look around to see if anyone is
watching. It 's pretty secluded there, with thick hedges along the derriere alley, obscuring the
view from the ass of the houses, and below street level, with the retaining walls of the
parking lot further blocking the view.
I, however, had a great survey, with my head being able to peer over everything.
Pammy was growing impatient, and she grabs my right-hand hand, and pushes it right onto her
picayune pussy !
I place my left manus on her, just below her in good order arm, to steady her.
I lift her again, leaving my manus on her crotch for a brief moment, and then after making
sure she is grabbing on tight, I let her go.
She begins to swing back and Forth River, spreading her legs encompassing, so I have a clear sight up her
dress. My oh my ! What a day this is turning out to be !

I looked over to see what Rachel thinks about all this, and was totally not prepared for what
I saw. Rachel was leaning back on the stair, with her wooden leg apart, and I saw she was wearing
whiten cotton panties, with little yellow flowers on them. I could not train my eyes off her
step-in covered pussy. Pammy told me to take her down. I grabbed her around the waist, and
she let go. She was now being held firmly against me, and I slowly let her slide down my
abdomen to the undercoat, rubbing against me the unit way. I 'm sure she felt my hard cock
as she was so squiffy against me.

When she was safely on the background, she looked up at me, and flashed me the magnanimous smile.
She turned to await at Rachel, and said"Okay, Rachel. You 're turn !"
Rachel jumped up, and walked over to me. She looked up at me and smiled.
I asked her if she was ready.
She nodded her head, smiled, and spread her fundament slightly apart. That was my signal that
she wanted to be picked up just like I had done with Pammy. I grasped her firmly under
her arm with my lead hired hand, and then reached down to cup her pussycat. I rubbed back and
forth a few times, getting my plaza of balance. She lifted her arms up, and I picked her
up. She seemed to be more solidly built than Pammy, weighing slightly more. She put
her hands on the pipe, gripping it tightly, and I let her go. She stated to swing back and
forth, but she did n't open her legs much, keeping them down.
Pammy told her"Not like that ! You have to lift up your legs more, and spread them apart,
like I was !"
Rachel did just that ! I could see her minuscule white scanty. back and Forth she swung,
displaying to me her little undies and reasonably quiet stage. After a few Sir Thomas More vacillation, she
dropped down.
I asked her if everything was okay, and she said"certain !'
I told Pammy that I had to go correspond on the computer memory for a hour. I walked in the backbone room access,
looked to see if there were any people in there, and since it was mid-week, and in the
middle of the day, I would consume been surprised to see anyone.
It was clear, so I walked back to where I was working on the wheel. I see Pammy walking up
to me, and she gives me a big smiling, and puts her hired man right on the big tent on my crotch.
She asks me,"What 's this ?"
I ca n't consider what she is doing, but recover my common sense enough to say,
"That 's for me to know, and for you to find out !"
I look around again, and still nobody to interrupt what I hoped was going to happen.
She started to rub the front of my St. Matthew the Apostle 's, and I told her,
"Not here, baby."
Just then, I noticed that Rachel was standing at the back door, watching Pammy rub my
voiceless dick.
I had an idea. I told Pammy to keep up me. She did, just like a little pup dog. I went out
the backward threshold, and grabbed Rachel 's hand, and told her,
"You too, Rachel."
I went over to the tush stock entrance, and walked them both to the privy. I told them
both to await a s. I then went into the bath, and adjusted the window slats
downward, so that anyone in the privy could n't really see out, but anyone just remote
could peek in. I went out, took another feel around, and told the girls to go in. I told them,
"okey. If you wan na see what I have in my pants, I got ta see you both naked first, okay ?"
They both started giggling, and looked at each other.
Pammy said"Ok. But where can we do it ?"
I said"right hand here in the lavatory. cypher can see, it 's surreptitious. Now, you two go in, and
I want you, Pammy, to take aim off all Rachel 's dress, and after you get them all off, even her
sandals, then Rachel, you take off all Pammy 's clothes, dress, sandals, and panties, okay ?"
They both giggle again, and say okay, and go in. I tell them to lock the door, and to tell
me when they are both naked.
I then go out to the lav window. I can easily look in and see them.
Pammy tells Rachel to turn around, so she does, Pammy Menachem Begin to unbutton her dress,
then tells Rachel to get up her up her arms, so she can learn off her frock.
She eases up the apparel, and soon she is standing in just her little flannel cotton scanty,
and Edward White sandals. Pammy turns Rachel around, and puts her pollex in her panties,
and starts to tug them down. Rachel has one finger in her mouth, and is watching what
Pammy is doing. She pulls them all the way down, and then Rachel steps out of them.
Pammy shows her her scanty, and then puts them on top of her
clothes. She tells Rachel to sit on the toilet, so Rachel closes the lid, and sits down.
Pammy lifts up her rightfield understructure, and unbuckles the sandal, and takes it off. She puts it on
the floor.

She then lifts up her left foot, and takes off her other sandal. I ca n't really see Rachel 's
kitty-cat, because Pammy 's head was blocking my view.
Pammy tells her,"Wow ! You 're all nudie now ! Ok, my turn !"
They switch places, and now I have a perfect view of Rachel 's perfect ass. Beautiful !
Pammy is already with her back to Rachel, and Rachel quickly unbuttons her frock.
She pulls it over her head, and tosses it on the base. She bends Pammy over, and slowly
slides her fiddling yellow-bellied panties over her smooth butt. Again, I ca n't see all that well,
but I know Rachel has a great aspect !
Pammy straightens up, and turns around. She sits down on the toilet, and lifts her feet up,
so Rachel can take up off her undies. Rachel grabs them, and with a yank, strips them off her
ramification, swirl them around with her finger in a leg gob, and they both giggle. She tosses
them on the trading floor, and they both take a minute of arc to bet at each early. I take that time to
admire them as well. Then, Pammy quickly removes Rachel 's sandals.
In their nudity, they are simply spectacular !
I go around to the room access, pick out yet another feeling around, and rap lightly on the door.
"Are your girl 's ready yet ?"I say.
"Yes,"I hear, quietly uttered.
"Unlock the door, so I can make out in, okay ? ”, I say.
I hear the threshold unlock, and it opens a crack.
I say"It 's just me. Can I get in now ?"
I can just see inside, and all I can see is little girl cutis. I gently pull on the doorknob,
and go in.
"Wow !"I say.
I lock the door, and I tell the young lady to stand side by side to the window, so we all have room.
I reach past the both of them, and get-up-and-go shut the window slats.
Then, I stand just in figurehead of the toilet.
I say,"Well, it looks like you girls have practice taking off clothes. Would you like to
fill my apparel off now ? You can both do it together, okay girls ?"
They both, in their nudity, agree.
"But where should we startle ? ”, says Rachel.
I say,"fountainhead, maybe start by taking off my skid and socks. That way my pants will
come off easier."
They both giggle, and I sit down. They both each take a shoe, and untie them. They take
them off, then my wind sock. I tell them they are doing dependable, and to now undo my pants.
I stand up, and Pammy again fray my putz through my jean. Rachel is first to unbuckle
my belt, and Pammy takes over, unbuttoning my fly. I tell her to draw in down both my pants
and underwear. I wear Jockey shorts, so they are Patrick Victor Martindale White and soaked. Tighty whiteys, I guess.
Well, she puts her slight fingerbreadth in the waistband, and starts pulling them down.
Out pops my cock. They both are suddenly very tranquillity. I just let them bet for a mo.
My hammer is so hard, it is throbbing, and slightly twitching up and down. That gets
the girlfriend laughing again. I tell them to finish the job, and conduct my pant all the way off.
They work with enthusiasm, quickly removing both my pants and undies. I am now mostly
nude, standing in front line of two very nude offspring young lady. I ask them who wants to be the first
to allude my cock, and Pammy just reaches out and grabs it ! It is obvious to me that it is
not her first time she has had a strong putz in her bridge player. She starts to slowly slide her helping hand
up and down my very intemperate six inch dick. I moan my commendation, and then Pammy tells her
protagonist to connect in. Rachel timidly touches my shaft, and then Pammy lets go, so Rachel
can have a turn. She gently wraps her fingerbreadth around it, and squeezed it, feeling it out.
She then says,"It gruelling and diffuse at the Lapplander sentence, and it 's so big !'
I tell her to gently slip her mitt up and down it, like Pammy was.
She starts to do it, slowly rubbing it, going up and then down, really enjoying her new
found joy.

As she is doing this, I reach my own hand over to Pammy, and begin to gently cup her
little pussy. I slowly rub up and down, feeling the softness of her hairless kitty-cat mound,
and I slide one fingerbreadth up along her slit, stopping when I contact her fiddling clit. I then begin
to circle my fingerbreadth around it. I stop for a minute, because Rachel is getting more vigorous
in her attending to my dick. I tell her to be a little gentler, as she could hurt me. I take the
mo to get my fingers wet with my back talk, then I begin again to rub Pammy slit.
She spreads her little bare metrical foot apart, giving me slowly accession to her youthful fathead.
I start to rub and rub, sliding my finger's breadth up and down, her dent, and rubbing in circles
around her clitty. She is loving it, and starts to go"Ooooooh."
I tell Rachel to shift home with Pammy, so I can rub her snatch too. They swap places,
and I wet my fingers again, and I can smack the tart taste of preadolescent pussy on my fingers.
Mmmmmm, yummy !

Pammy latches on to my scratch.
I in turn swoop my finger right up Rachel 's little bald cunny.
She spreads her human foot apart, and I look down to peek at her little pot of atomic number 79.
So sweet, so bald, and so uncontaminating it looked.

Pammy was having a ball, rubbing me up and down.
She looked up at me, and said,"When are you gon na eject some sperms ? My
hand is getting kinda tired."
I told her that we need to end up playing soon, because I had to get back to work.
I told her to let go, and I would piddle it squirt myself. I started to yank on my pecker,
faster and faster, and I told them that I was gon na shoot soon, and I was going to make
it squirt on them. They did n't really have meter to respond, because I started to pip jet
after jet of hot cum, and I aimed for their flat tire chest of drawers, using their little sick pinko teat as
target, landing forget me drug after rope on their beautiful naked bodies. They squealed in surprisal,
and put their work force up in front of my dickhead, in a reactionary defensive move. I shot a
pair of more smaller jets on their mitt, and by then the cum was just dribbling out of
my cum time slot, oozing out over my fingers.
The fille looked at each other, mouths open wide in amazement, and pointed
at the cum on each others chest. I gazed at what they looked at, and told them I was very
proud of them. I got some toilet paper, and as I was wiping the semen off them, I told
them that we had to hold on this quiet, or we could n't play like this anymore. They both
promised to never say anything, and said that I was way more fun than Frank, even if his
Norbert Wiener was handsome than mine. I knew that they had to be messing with Frank, the way
they handled cock.
I started getting dressed, and after I was dressed, I kissed them both on the mouth, and then
on their beautiful bare cunt. They laughed when I did that. I told them to get their
clothes on, and come out after they were dressed. When they came out of the bathroom,
I was already at my bike stand, working on a bike. They both came over, and they both
were fairly glowing with excitement. I told them that they could fare back any time, but
they could n't tell their mama that they were ever at the motorcycle workshop, and that they could n't
ever bring anyone else here to fiddle. I told them if they were just, I would demo them
more than thing that were More fun, and made them feel even better. They agreed to my
rules, and I told them to go for now, because I had to finish my work. I also told them I
loved them both, and would never hurt them. They both gave me a hug, and then skipped
right out the doorway ! I could sense the remnant of my orgasm leaking out of my cock, and
getting my undies wet. I went to the bath, folded up some toilet composition, and tucked
it in my underwear, covering my bastard, so it would n't pluck through my pants. I just
could n't look to play with my two gorgeous new little girlfriends again !