Secrets Remembered by Raven McAllen

what the all was. Ailsa put her bag over her shoulder and with what she hoped was a sultry smile—although what a sultry smile was, was anyone’s idea—she hitched her skirt as high as she could without baring rather too much of her body.
    She eyed the bike doubtfully. What if she kicked it and it fell over? Could she really lift her leg high enough to get it over the seat? An old cricket report where someone had tried to jump the wickets and the commentator said ‘he can’t get his leg over’ came to mind and she giggled.
    “Okay, I’ll fall for it. What’s funny?” Aidan asked as he stood next to her and waited for her to do as he asked.
    “Can I get my leg over?”
    He laughed. “Any time, pet. Lift the skirt higher. There’s only me here to see, and I’ll get on the bike first to spare your blushes.” The words ‘this time’ were unsaid but definitely there. He did as he said, and his long, leather clad back was presented to her.
    But he’ll still maybe get an eyeful when I get off. Am I ready for that? Whether she was or not, Ailsa accepted it was going to happen. She took a deep breath, looked away from Aidan and hitched the hem even further until it was bunched around her waist.
    “If I ladder these stockings, you owe me a new pair,” she said in a warning voice as she twisted to stand sideways on to the bike, measured the height and did a high kick any chorus girl would be proud of. The breeze teased her bared-to-the-world pussy. Once her leg was well clear of the bike, she slid onto the saddle.
    The leather was cold on her bum, and the slight rise between her and the front half of the seat rubbed closely over her clit. Ailsa was uncomfortably aware of just how sensitive she felt. She did her best to pull her skirt lower but without much luck, so twisted her bag forward instead and rested it over her pussy.
    Aidan laughed. “Spoilsport.” His voice reverberated around inside the helmet, and Ailsa realized they were wired to hear and speak to each other.
    “You looked,” she said and poked him in the back. “In your mirrors.”
    “Of course I did. And from now on, pet, this is our scene. Next poke gets you more than a poke back. Understand?” He didn’t wait for her answer and started the engine. “Hold on.”
    The bike moved forward and as it gathered speed, Ailsa held onto Aidan around his waist. The action dragged her uncovered body closer to his leather and denim covered one, the material rubbed over her, to sting and create an arousing friction. Ailsa tightened her grip. If she fell off it wouldn’t be just her knees she skinned.
    They left the courtyard and drove down the village high street. Ahead of them, Ailsa saw a police car outside the village policeman’s house. She shut her eyes, because she didn’t even want to know if it was occupied. Hopefully the helmet would hide just who was riding pillion bare-arsed.
    As they left the village and the wind chilled her skin, Ailsa hoped it wouldn’t be too long until they reached their destination. A blue body and chattering teeth wasn’t the look she wanted to portray.
    The bike gripped the road as Aidan expertly guided it around the bends and twists between his office and wherever they were going. Ailsa knew the roads and guessed which village they were heading toward, but from there? She had no idea and she’d valiantly not looked his address up. Now she wished she hadn’t been quite so honorable.
    “Five minutes. You okay?” His voice startled her. Ailsa had forgotten the mic in her helmet.
    “Yes, fine if a bit draughty.”
    He chuckled. “I’ll soon have you warmed up.” His tone sounded as if it wasn’t going to be merely via a hug. Ailsa began to tingle, and she tightened her inner muscles. Getting excited on the back of a motorbike might be one way of climaxing, but she didn’t think she was ready for that, however much she’d liked reading about it. One thing at a time.
    Aidan slowed the bike and turned up a