Biker's Secret

It was a hot day last Summer, when I decided to set off for the day, on
my Kawasaki 500.
I like to wear lingerie under my biker gear, so I slipped on a black bra,
matching suspender belt, black silk stockins, and my favourite black lacy
French knickers. I put on a nice powder-blue camisole top, then put on my
normal male T-shirt and jeans. A lightweight riding jacket, boots,and
helmet, and I was ready to go.
After about 50 miles in the blazing sunshine, I stopped off to let the
bike cool down, and myself as well. I found a shady spot down a country
lane, took off my jacket, and settled in the shade of a big leafy tree.
The lane was very quiet and peaceful, and before long, I started to doze
off.
The sound of another bike drawing up caused me to open one eye, to see a
well-built guy
dismounting from a big BMW.
"Sorry to disturb you, mate", he said, " but I just gotta take a leak."
He hopped over the fence behind me, and I heard the sound of his zip,
followed by the sound of water splashing on the grass.
After a couple of minutes, he climbed back over, and went to his bike. He
took a flask
out of his pannier, and asked if I fancied joining him for a drink.
I hesitated, but he assured me that it was only iced tea, so I accepted.
He sat beside me on the grass, and poured me a generous measure into the
lid of the flask. It went down like liquid gold, and as I handed him
back the cup, I thanked him.
"No problem," he said, smiling. "Bikers like us have to stick together ."
"True," I said, "bikers usually do"
" Yes, I know, but some bikers are special".
He smiled at me, then suddenly, he reached over, and slid his hand across
the front of my jeans !
"Hey, man, what the fuck are you doing?" I yelped.
"Just making friends," he grinned.
"What makes you think I'm like that?" I spluttered
"Well, the fact that you are showing a little bit of pale blue silk
between your shirt and your jeans, gave me a clue, but you've been lying
on damp grass, and the back of your shirt is now almost transparent . So
much so, that the straps of your black bra are quite plain to see!"
I started to get to my feet , but he put his hand on my arm.