05-12-2025, 05:47 AM
Gayu walked out of the front door first, the morning sun making her white top seem almost bright. Elango followed close behind, deliberately letting her go a few steps ahead.
His plan was simple. Walk behind her. Watch her.
She moved down the short driveway towards the parked scooter, her steps light. The black leggings were indeed tight. They clung to every curve, leaving nothing to guess. With each step she took, her hips moved. The soft, round flesh of her backside swayed gently from side to side. A rhythmic, tempting swing.
Elango’s eyes were locked on that swing. He didn’t even try to hide his gaze. He knew Gayu. She was innocent. She trusted him. She would never think he was staring. To her, he was just her helpful neighbor, her good friend, walking behind her to the scooter.
His mind was racing. Oh god. Look at that. Look at her. The way it moves. So big, so round. And the line…
There it was. As she walked, the tight fabric of the leggings pressed against her skin. Right down the middle of her backside, a clear, distinct line divided the two generous cheeks. It was the seam of her panty, pressed into her skin by the tight leggings. The ‘V’ shape of the panty cut right between them, defining each cheek perfectly. It was a secret path, a private detail now on full display for him.
He felt a familiar heat stirring in his pants. He adjusted his shirt, trying to act normal.
Gayu reached the scooter and turned around. “So, what first?” she asked, her face open and trusting.
Elango quickly pulled his eyes up to her face. He smiled, hoping it looked friendly and not hungry. “First, you have to get on. I will hold the scooter steady.”
“Okay,” she said. She looked at the scooter, a little unsure. She put one leg over the seat, swinging it over. The movement made her top ride up. For a second, the hem of her top lifted, revealing the smooth skin of her lower back and the top edge of her leggings, right where that ‘V’ panty line began.
Elango’s breath hitched. He quickly moved to hold the handlebars, standing in front of the scooter. This put him facing her as she sat down.
“Now, you sit comfortably,” he instructed, his voice a bit tight. “Put your feet on the footrest.”
Gayu shuffled on the seat, getting settled. The seat was small. As she adjusted, her thighs pressed against the sides of the scooter, making the muscles in her legs tighten visibly under the black fabric. Her back was straight, which pushed her chest forward. The white top strained a little.
Elango’s mind was screaming. She is right there. So close. I am standing between her legs. If I just lean forward… I could… No. Not yet. Be patient.
“Good,” he said. “Now, these are the controls. This is the brake.” He reached over, his hand covering hers on the brake lever. His fingers brushed her skin. It was a simple, instructional touch. But to him, it felt electric. Her skin was soft.
Gayu didn’t flinch. She just nodded, concentrating. “Brake. Okay.”
“This is the throttle,” he continued. He moved his hand to the right handlebar, again letting his fingers rest over hers. He let the touch linger a second longer than necessary. “You twist it slowly to go.”
“Twist to go,” Gayu repeated, her brow furrowed in focus. She was trying so hard to learn. She had no idea that the man teaching her was burning with desire, memorizing the feel of her hand under his.
Elango was thrilled. She is letting me touch her. She doesn’t suspect a thing. This is perfect. Today, I can touch her many times. I can stand close. I can smell her perfume.
He took a half-step closer. Now he was standing right between the scooter’s handlebars, almost touching her knees with his legs. He could smell the simple coconut oil in her hair and the faint scent of her soap.
“Now, to start, you need to put the key in and press this button.” He pointed near the ignition. “Can you try?”
Gayu leaned forward slightly to see. The movement made her body shift towards him. Her chest was now only inches from his arm. He could feel the warmth coming from her.
Her thoughts were simple, busy with the scooter. Focus, Gayu. Don’t be nervous. Elango is here. He is a good teacher. He is so patient. Just do what he says. Key. Button. Okay.
She found the key, turned it. The scooter’s dashboard lit up. “Good!” she said, smiling up at him.
Her smile was beautiful. Innocent and happy. It made Elango’s heart beat faster, mixing his lust with a strange affection.
“Very good, Gayu,” he said, smiling back. “Now, to actually move, you need to balance. I will hold the scooter from behind. You just twist the throttle a tiny bit, and we will walk with it. Just to feel the balance.”
“You will hold it?” she asked, a flicker of doubt in her eyes.
“I will be right behind you. I won’t let it fall. I promise.” His voice was gentle, reassuring.
He moved to the back of the scooter. This was what he really wanted. He put his hands on the metal luggage carrier at the back. But from here, his view was even better. He was directly behind her, looking at her back. Her slender back in the tight white top, leading down to the magnificent swell of her hips and that perfect, divided backside on the seat.
The panty line was so clear from here. The tight black fabric made a deep ‘V’ that disappeared right between her cheeks. He stared, his mouth going dry.
“Ready?” he called out, his voice slightly hoarse.
“Ready!” Gayu called back, her voice filled with determined excitement.
“Okay, Gayu. Gently twist the throttle.”
He heard the soft whirr of the electric scooter engaging. It lurched forward slightly. Elango pushed from behind, walking slowly. The scooter moved at a walking pace.
Gayu let out a little laugh. “It’s moving! I’m doing it!”
“You are! Just look ahead, not down!” Elango instructed.
He kept pushing, walking behind her. With every small bump on the driveway, her body would jiggle slightly on the seat. The beautiful, round flesh of her backside would bounce and sway. The deep panty line would shift and tighten with the movement.
Elango was in heaven and hell at the same time. She was so close. His mind was filled with images. What if my hands slip from the carrier? What if I ‘accidentally’ put them on her hips to steady her? Would she mind? She trusts me. She might think it was just to help.
The thought was intoxicating. He knew today was just the beginning. He had gotten her into these clothes. He had her on this scooter. He was touching her hands, standing close, watching every curve. Soon, maybe, he could touch more. All under the innocent, trusting eyes of Gayu, who thought she was just learning to ride a scooter from a kind and caring friend.
His plan was simple. Walk behind her. Watch her.
She moved down the short driveway towards the parked scooter, her steps light. The black leggings were indeed tight. They clung to every curve, leaving nothing to guess. With each step she took, her hips moved. The soft, round flesh of her backside swayed gently from side to side. A rhythmic, tempting swing.
Elango’s eyes were locked on that swing. He didn’t even try to hide his gaze. He knew Gayu. She was innocent. She trusted him. She would never think he was staring. To her, he was just her helpful neighbor, her good friend, walking behind her to the scooter.
His mind was racing. Oh god. Look at that. Look at her. The way it moves. So big, so round. And the line…
There it was. As she walked, the tight fabric of the leggings pressed against her skin. Right down the middle of her backside, a clear, distinct line divided the two generous cheeks. It was the seam of her panty, pressed into her skin by the tight leggings. The ‘V’ shape of the panty cut right between them, defining each cheek perfectly. It was a secret path, a private detail now on full display for him.
He felt a familiar heat stirring in his pants. He adjusted his shirt, trying to act normal.
Gayu reached the scooter and turned around. “So, what first?” she asked, her face open and trusting.
Elango quickly pulled his eyes up to her face. He smiled, hoping it looked friendly and not hungry. “First, you have to get on. I will hold the scooter steady.”
“Okay,” she said. She looked at the scooter, a little unsure. She put one leg over the seat, swinging it over. The movement made her top ride up. For a second, the hem of her top lifted, revealing the smooth skin of her lower back and the top edge of her leggings, right where that ‘V’ panty line began.
Elango’s breath hitched. He quickly moved to hold the handlebars, standing in front of the scooter. This put him facing her as she sat down.
“Now, you sit comfortably,” he instructed, his voice a bit tight. “Put your feet on the footrest.”
Gayu shuffled on the seat, getting settled. The seat was small. As she adjusted, her thighs pressed against the sides of the scooter, making the muscles in her legs tighten visibly under the black fabric. Her back was straight, which pushed her chest forward. The white top strained a little.
Elango’s mind was screaming. She is right there. So close. I am standing between her legs. If I just lean forward… I could… No. Not yet. Be patient.
“Good,” he said. “Now, these are the controls. This is the brake.” He reached over, his hand covering hers on the brake lever. His fingers brushed her skin. It was a simple, instructional touch. But to him, it felt electric. Her skin was soft.
Gayu didn’t flinch. She just nodded, concentrating. “Brake. Okay.”
“This is the throttle,” he continued. He moved his hand to the right handlebar, again letting his fingers rest over hers. He let the touch linger a second longer than necessary. “You twist it slowly to go.”
“Twist to go,” Gayu repeated, her brow furrowed in focus. She was trying so hard to learn. She had no idea that the man teaching her was burning with desire, memorizing the feel of her hand under his.
Elango was thrilled. She is letting me touch her. She doesn’t suspect a thing. This is perfect. Today, I can touch her many times. I can stand close. I can smell her perfume.
He took a half-step closer. Now he was standing right between the scooter’s handlebars, almost touching her knees with his legs. He could smell the simple coconut oil in her hair and the faint scent of her soap.
“Now, to start, you need to put the key in and press this button.” He pointed near the ignition. “Can you try?”
Gayu leaned forward slightly to see. The movement made her body shift towards him. Her chest was now only inches from his arm. He could feel the warmth coming from her.
Her thoughts were simple, busy with the scooter. Focus, Gayu. Don’t be nervous. Elango is here. He is a good teacher. He is so patient. Just do what he says. Key. Button. Okay.
She found the key, turned it. The scooter’s dashboard lit up. “Good!” she said, smiling up at him.
Her smile was beautiful. Innocent and happy. It made Elango’s heart beat faster, mixing his lust with a strange affection.
“Very good, Gayu,” he said, smiling back. “Now, to actually move, you need to balance. I will hold the scooter from behind. You just twist the throttle a tiny bit, and we will walk with it. Just to feel the balance.”
“You will hold it?” she asked, a flicker of doubt in her eyes.
“I will be right behind you. I won’t let it fall. I promise.” His voice was gentle, reassuring.
He moved to the back of the scooter. This was what he really wanted. He put his hands on the metal luggage carrier at the back. But from here, his view was even better. He was directly behind her, looking at her back. Her slender back in the tight white top, leading down to the magnificent swell of her hips and that perfect, divided backside on the seat.
The panty line was so clear from here. The tight black fabric made a deep ‘V’ that disappeared right between her cheeks. He stared, his mouth going dry.
“Ready?” he called out, his voice slightly hoarse.
“Ready!” Gayu called back, her voice filled with determined excitement.
“Okay, Gayu. Gently twist the throttle.”
He heard the soft whirr of the electric scooter engaging. It lurched forward slightly. Elango pushed from behind, walking slowly. The scooter moved at a walking pace.
Gayu let out a little laugh. “It’s moving! I’m doing it!”
“You are! Just look ahead, not down!” Elango instructed.
He kept pushing, walking behind her. With every small bump on the driveway, her body would jiggle slightly on the seat. The beautiful, round flesh of her backside would bounce and sway. The deep panty line would shift and tighten with the movement.
Elango was in heaven and hell at the same time. She was so close. His mind was filled with images. What if my hands slip from the carrier? What if I ‘accidentally’ put them on her hips to steady her? Would she mind? She trusts me. She might think it was just to help.
The thought was intoxicating. He knew today was just the beginning. He had gotten her into these clothes. He had her on this scooter. He was touching her hands, standing close, watching every curve. Soon, maybe, he could touch more. All under the innocent, trusting eyes of Gayu, who thought she was just learning to ride a scooter from a kind and caring friend.
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