Paddock Party

Focused as I was on my fight with Kyra, I hadn't really kept in mind my position on the track. So I was surprised that as I rode into the pits that I was waved on towards the podium, and to my surprise Kyra had also won a podium position. As we put our bikes away and got up to the podium, I smirked at her, "Beat you fair and square this time."

She smiled, "And I guess you want your reward?" Just before she took the third step of the podium.

I was unable to answer her and stepped up to the second place. After the winner took his step, we all received a little plaque and a half-size bottle of champagne-like bubbles. As is customary, we sprayed each other with the bubbles. I made sure to soak Kyra, and I had the feeling she tried to do the same to me.

After the podium ceremony I put my bike away, grabbed a shower and got changed. The bubbly was quite sticky and had got in places I didn't dare think about. Freshly showered I stepped over to Kyra's side of the motorhome. Her camp was comparable to mine. Bike, tools, canopy tent, the big difference was the luxury motorhome that was her accommodation for the weekend. Kyra had also changed, she once again was wearing her white singlet below an unzipped blue hoodie. Her back was turned as I arrived, which gave me ample opportunity to admire her taut ass in yoga pants.

"So, at what time should I show up for my massage?" I said with a cocky grin.

"Yeah, yeah, rub it in. You won once, I'm still ahead two to one." she said with a smile.

"I'll drink to that," I said as I produced the rest of the bottle of fake champagne. She got hers and we clinked bottles. We sat down in front of her motorhome.

"How about we grab something to eat, visit the party and you'll get your massage before we go to sleep." She said.

"Sounds like a plan."

We grabbed burgers from one of the food trucks at the paddock. We weren't the only ones with that plan, as there wasn't really any place to sit down, so we went back to Kyra's motorhome. I brought over a few of the beers I had left and we had ourselves a fancy meal of burgers and tins of beer. We chatted away, had a few more beers until dusk settled in.

"So, wanna go over to the party?" I said.

"Hmmm," Kyra didn't sound very enthusiastic, "Why don't we just stay here and have our own party?"

"As long as this isn't a ruse to get out of giving me a massage." I joked.

"You know what? Let's go inside and I'll give you your massage." She opened the door of the motorhome and headed inside. To be honest, I was just joking, I didn't really care whether I got massaged or not, but teasing Kyra was just too easy. I followed her inside. The inside of the motorhome was exactly as I expected, even though it was a world of difference compared to my tent it still felt cramped. A small kitchenette, a seating area behind the front seats and a bed in the back that looked like it could cosily fit two people. If I was to lay out my sleeping mat here, I would probably be laying in the footpath. I was content that I had a dry and not-so-cramped place to sleep. Kyra looked at me and pointed at the bed. She had already put down a big towel.

"Okay, take off your shirt and lay down."

I did as I was commanded and took off my shirt. From the corner of my eye, I could see Kyra's appreciative look as she saw my naked torso. I wasn't built like a fitness model, but racing motorcycles meant that I would need to keep in shape to be able to finish races. I laid down on my back on the bed. "Like this?"

"No, other way round, jackass," she smiled, "or don't you want me to do your neck and your back?"

"Hmmm, I thought this would be a full body massage," I fake-pouted.

"We'll start with your back and see where it ends, okay? Now turn around."

I obliged my blonde masseuse and turned around. I saw her take off her hoodie and throw it to the side.

"Undressing already?" I smirked.

"It's warm enough in here, I'll only get oil on it anyway."

She took the bottle of massage oil from the counter and walked towards me. Between the bed that was filling the back of the motorhome and the cramped closets and kitchenette there wasn't really much space for her to move around me. I saw that she realized it too. With a quick movement she landed her knees on the mattress on either side of me and straddled me. I felt her warm yoga pants-covered ass on my lower back at the same time as the cold sensation of the massage fluid landed between my shoulder blades.

"Don't be a baby," Kyra said, seeing my cringing reaction.

"It's cold, okay?"

"So, should I try my best to warm you up?" she purred as she leant over me, her head next to mine, her breath moving the small hairs behind my ear. This intimate movement stirred all kinds of sensations inside of me. I was happy that I was laying on my stomach for this, as my dick already started to react.

Her warm hands started rubbing the oil from between my shoulder blades to my trapezius muscles and the deltoid covering my shoulders. She wasn't really pushing or kneading at the moment, just letting her warm hands caress my skin and spreading the oil all over. I started to relax, this was nice. Slowly she started using a little more force, using the ball of her thumb to push into the muscles. I must have winced a little because she stopped.

"Sorry, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No problem, just a knot. Please keep going, this feels so good..." I sighed.

She used her thumb on the knot and I could feel it dissipated. The weight on my back changed and I felt that Kyra had sat down a little lower. She put some more oil on my back and started to massage the muscles in my back. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment.

"This is the life..." Shit, did I say that out loud?

I felt Kyra's weight shift a little, then once again I felt her breath in my ear, "Just you wait."

I didn't know if she knew what effect she had on me, but the combination of her touches together with her sensual breath in my ear got me quite excited. She went back to putting her slippery hands all over my back for a while until she stopped.

"If you want me to continue, I want a reward."

"And what is it you want?" I asked, my voice muffled because I was still face-down on the mattress.

"I want a massage too."

"Okay, but first you need to finish massaging me."

To sign her assent, she put her hands back on my lower back and continued kneading me.

"Take off your pants, I'll do your legs."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I turned around to move into a sitting position, inadvertently pushing Kyra to the side. Maybe a little too excited, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off my trousers. I heard Kyra snigger as she caught a glance of my boxers.

"I didn't know you were into bikes this much," she giggled.

"Jealous?" I asked. My boxers were blue with a print of a track and small motorcycles on them. I thought they fitted well with the occasion, but that was before I was undressing in front of a beautiful girl. With a little blush of shame on my cheeks, I quickly got back into position so I could hide my shame in the mattress. Quickly after that I felt the now familiar weight of Kyra land on my lower back. She was sitting the other way round and started squirting some massage oil on my legs. Soon after, I felt her warm hands caress my legs and start working out the knots. She actually was wonderful at this. She went all the way down my left leg, from my thighs to my calves to my ankles, and then again all the way back up my right leg. I could almost fall asleep like this. She continued for a while and I almost started to doze off. I startled back awake when I felt two hands on my ass, gently squeezing it. Not that I'd complain, but it wasn't what I expected.

"Okay, now it's my turn."

Well, fair's fair. Kyra had done an awesome job on massaging me, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on her body. She stopped straddling me, and I turned back around. Almost immediately my mouth fell open. Without me noticing, the beautiful blonde had removed her singlet. Her naked boobs staring me in the face. They were nicely proportioned, not too big, and perky with two small pink nipples. Her right breast had a small birthmark just to the left of the nipple. I was staring, I blinked my eyes and smiled at Kyra. "Wow, I already knew you were beautiful. But, you're beautiful." I had such a way with words.

"Thanks," she said as she took the bottle of massage oil in her hands. Slowly she let the fluid drip from the container onto her lithe body. The fluid landed on her sternum and flowed down, following the curves of her breasts.

"So, are you gonna help me or not?"

I awoke from my stupor, sat up and moved towards the naked blonde. It must have been painfully apparent that I had a big tent in my boxers but Kyra didn't mention it. Kyra had used the opportunity to lay down. I straddled her and took some of the oil that had pooled on her tummy and started to spread it around, making extra sure that I massaged the soft flesh of her beautiful breasts. She softly bit her lips when my hands grazed her nipples. I bowed forward, caressing her upper body with my slippery hands. Then I bowed a little bit more, my lips touching hers. I felt her soft lips on mine, as she parted then. Our tongues found each other. After a while I took the bottle of massage oil and squirted some more on Kyra's body, taking the opportunity to take her sensitive nipples between my fingers and pinch down. I was rewarded with a cute little moan.

"Full body massage," I said as I lowered my own torso onto Kyra's slippery torso. The massage oil made me slide around. I put her head between my hands and kissed her once again. I felt her hands caress my back and down to my ass. For some reason she liked squeezing my ass, and who was I to deny her that pleasure?

I sat back up and started to actually massage Kyra. My hands followed the outline of her abs upwards, a sneaky feel of her tits and further upward to her neck and her shoulders. She let out a little sigh. "Hmmm, that's nice."

I made sure to take good care of her upper arms and then once again worked my way down. Caressing and kneading her sides until just above her hip bones and the edge of her yoga pants. I sneakily caressed her skin in the little hollow that her hip bones made in the pants.

"Want me to continue?" I asked.

"Yes please."

I took the edge of her yoga pants in my hands and with a little awkward movement we were able to get the sporty blonde undressed. I was finally able to admire her shapely legs. She was wearing a blue thong. Due to the cramped space, I straddled her again. My legs to either side of her, my boxer clad butt resting on her stomach. I squirted some massage lotion on Kyra's legs. Even though I was planning to arouse her some more, I also wanted to make sure she got as good a massage as that she had given to me. I started massaging the soft flesh of her upper legs, making sure to go from her thighs down to her knees. She sighed with contentment. I bowed forward a little bit more, wrapping my fingers around her patellae, to the front of her shins, and trying to also knead her calves. This position wasn't the most comfortable, so I started to sit back up and moved my hands upwards past her knees back to her upper legs. I put some more oil in my hands and strayed a bit more inwards, making sure to massage the inside of her thighs. Suddenly I felt her hands on my back, caressing it, trailing faint scratches with her nails. I took this as a sign to get a little bolder. Now I was fully massaging the inside of her thighs, stroking down to her knees and then upward again. Each time a little further up until my fingers hit the fabric of her blue thong.

At the same time, I had felt Kyra's hands move from my back around to my sides. As my hands softly touched the edge of her thong, I felt Kyra's hands start to find their way to the top of my boxer. Any hardness that my penis had lost, it quickly regained with the blonde's soft hands near it. I dropped all pretence of massaging Kyra and dropped my hand down to the fabric covering her slit. A short moan was my reward. I started caressing her pussy over the fabric, stroking her up and down, pushing the fabric between her lips. Kyra's hands were moving too. First, she started stroking me over my boxer, her hands quickly finding the outline of my hard dick. She caressed it for a bit, stroking up and down over the fabric of my pants. Then, not satisfied by the feeling of cloth between her and my anatomy, she quickly shoved the front of my boxer down and freed my dick. I looked down to see her hand closing around my member. Her thin fingers around the base of my cock, her red nail polish standing out against the white flesh.

"Hand me the oil, please," she said, holding up her other hand. I happily obliged. She squirted a good amount of oil over my cock and started to stroke me up and down. I used the opportunity to squirt some oil into my own hands, and I peeled the tiny amount of thong that was covering her pussy to the side. In the same tempo as that she was stroking my cock, I started to stroke along her lips until they were covered in oil. Then, aided by the slippery fluid, I penetrated between her folds. I heard a soft moan from behind me. Softly, I entered my finger into the warmth of her pussy. Kyra's strokes slowed down as I felt her wetness contract around me. I tried to follow her tempo and as she started to speed up her oily hands, my digit started entering her faster and faster. For a while the only thing to hear in the motorhome was the sound of our heavy breaths and the faint sloppy sounds of genitalia being pleasured.

"Ugh, too uncomfortable." Kyra let go of my dick and pushed me aside. I landed on the small part of the bed between her and the wall of the motorhome. Frantically we took off our underpants. I rolled on my side to face her. She looked apologetic. "It felt nice, but I couldn't keep that pose. I started to cramp."

"No problem," I said as I locked my lips on hers. My hands started to roam her soft body, her neck, her sternum, her soft boobs with their pointy nipples. I pinched her once, before moving on. I got a little indignant moan as a reaction. My hand continued its journey, over her abs, down to the small patch of blonde pubes and then all the way down back between her legs. Her pussy was still a little slippery from all the massage oil and I found it easy to slide over her lips. My middle finger parted her labia. All the way down to her hole and the all the way back up. A little tremor divulged that I had found her clit. Softly, I started to make little circles over and around the centre of her pleasure. Kyra moaned in my mouth as I continued to rub her clit. I started alternating between stroking between her lips and massaging her clitoris. Each time my finger found her hole, I pushed inward a little bit further. Bit by bit my middle finger started entering her, first my top phalanx, and back up to circle her clit, then a little bit more, halfway to my second phalanx, once again back to her clit. As I finally had my finger fully inside her, I put my thumb on her clit and started finger fucking her. She shortly broke the kiss and said with a throaty voice: "Not fair."

"What's not fair?"

"You're pushing, mfff," she got distracted because I had added my pointer finger to my middle finger and now was fucking her with two fingers. Kyra once again tried to form a sentence.

"You're pushing all my buttons." She managed to get out before her speech degraded into moans once again.

"All of them?" I asked, a wicked grin started to form on my face. I moved my head downward and locked my lips around her hard nipple. Immediately she reacted. Her hand found my head and kept it in place on her breast. Her breath quickened. I softly took her pink nipple between my teeth and started circling it with my tongue. At the same time I increased the pace of my fingers, making sure to keep massaging her clit. She started to thrust her hips in rhythm with my fingers. I felt her body tense. I bit down on her nipple, and there she went. Her hips thrust upward as she let out a long low moan. I let go of her nipple, but not of her pussy. As she arched her back, I kept pumping in her, increasing my pace. I looked at her, her face was a tableau of pleasure. She started to convulse, another orgasm following the first one. I tried to keep pumping, I wanted to give her a third cum, but she moved and swatted my hands away.

As she came down, she looked at me. Her face flushed, a few strands of her blonde hair plastered to the sweaty face. She was still panting as she said, "Now that's what I call a great massage." She lay there, trying to catch her breath. I was content to just lean on my elbow and watch the naked blonde. Her breast rising on her breath, her long legs pushed together, crossed at the ankles. After a while she reached out for me, her hand grazing my abdomen and trailing down to my half-hard dick. She made a small sound of disappointment.

"I guess I was so focused on you, I got a bit soft." I apologized.

"I know what to do," Kyra answered as she felt around the bed. Having found the bottle of massage oil, she put a bit on her palms and took my dick in her hand. Softly, she took my cock between her hands and stroked from my balls all the way up and back down. She turned her palms while doing this, creating a massage-like sensation. My dick started rapidly hardening and within half a minute I was back at full strength.

"There it is!" Kyra said triumphantly. She took my cock in one hand and started stroking. Her fingers only just closed around my dick. Her other hand sought its way down and she started massaging my balls. I let out a sigh as I laid back down. Kyra kept stroking me, the oil reducing all friction. Her deft hands quickly had their effect and I felt myself pant. The combination of having my dick stroked and my balls massaged was a sensation that I would not quickly grow tired of. As my pleasure kept building, Kyra kept varying her speed. A few strokes languidly all the way up and then all the way down, then she increased her grip and stroked me in increasing speed, before letting go and using the back of her hand to lightly tickle my shaft. After a while she stopped, her thumb and index finger closed around the base of my cock.

"There's one more thing I want to try," she said, "scooch over here."

She stepped from the bed into the tight corridor and patted the edge of the bed. I obliged and sat down with my feet on the ground, curious what the blonde had in mind. She produced the bottle of massage oil once again, and squirted some between her small but perky tits. Then she dropped to her knees in front of me. She placed my dick between her oiled breasts and squeezed them together. I couldn't help but smile. This was a picture that I'd never forget. I've replayed it in my mind quite a few times. The beautiful blonde looking up at me, her blue eyes trained on mine, with a horny grin on her red lips. My dick squeezed between her perky tits. She started to move, the skin of her breast rubbing against my member. Even though it looked super sexy, it didn't really do much for me. Kyra giggled as she let go of her breasts, she hugged me and pushed me backwards onto the bed.

"I guess this doesn't work with my small tits." She said.

"No, sorry, it's not really working for me. It looks fucking sexy though."

"I've seen this in porn, and always wanted to try it."

I fell to my back on the bed, Kyra was hugging me and planted another kiss on my lips. I felt one arm let go and explore downwards. A hand wrapped around my dick and pointed it upwards.

"Ready for the main course?" she asked.

I felt like this was the time to use a cliché, "I was born ready", I said in my manliest voice.