“I’m going to try and stand now but you might have to catch me if I fall…”
With that, using my shoulder as a crutch, she levered herself up and tried to put her weight on both legs. She immediately lifted her right foot off the ground.
“Ow, no, it’s too sore. What can we do?”
It was a strange sight. She was leaning there against my shoulder wearing only her panties, and even they had been lowered at one side so that I could tend to her.
She was looking at me enquiringly. I was looking into her face, but my mind was taking in her lovely body.
A light flashed on in my head.
“Your bra – give me your bra, it’s elasticated, so we’ll wrap it round your ankle a few times to keep it in place just like an elastic bandage!”
“You are a genius.”
She sat back and lifted her leg gingerly onto my lap. I got to work wrapping the bra around the ankle, very conscious of the fact that if I raised my eyes I would have a view right up into the crotch of her panties…
“Maybe we should use my panties to tie it in place?”
I looked up into her smiling face.
“No, it’ll be fine, it’s got the hooks and clasp that you normally use for fastening it…. good idea though..”
I looked up at her, smiling.
“There, that should do it. But you might have trouble putting your shoe on.”
“If I don’t tie the laces it should be OK….”
She stood up again, and remained standing.
“I’m suddenly aware that I’m almost completely naked.”
“Yes.”
“Does it bother you?”
“No. How could it? You’re totally beautiful…”
She seemed to consider this, and then said,
“Well other people might not see it that way, especially as I’m going to have to put that ripped dress back on without my bra. People will think I’ve been raped. And these things are going to make a pretty sight..”
She looked down at her breasts and cupped the two of them from underneath and lifted them. Then she brushed a blade of grass off one of them – it was such a natural action and I was hooked.
“You can wear my T-shirt over the dress if you like..”
“We’ll see, but for now let’s see what our situation is?”
“How do you mean?”
“How’s my bike?”
“Oh, that.”
It didn’t take more than a single glance to know that the bike wouldn’t be going anywhere soon – the front wheel was completely buckled and the front fork was also bent out of shape.
“Mmm, do you remember singing ‘Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head’ just before the crash?”
“No..”
“Well I think we’re going to have to do the modern version of the bike scene from that movie – I’m going to have to carry you sidesaddle…”
“Oh…”
We transferred all her stuff over to my bike and I sat astride it, ready to take her on board.
“Your transport awaits, Madam…”
“Oh, how do I..?”
She tried to mount the bicycle from the front, but I stopped her, turned her round, circled her with my arms and heaved her up onto the crossbar, my arms clasped together underneath her breasts.
“Wow, ooh, you’re so strong…”
She put both her hands onto the middle of the handlebar and I pushed us off, my nose taking in the scent of her hair as it blew back into my face. I took one hand off the handlebar and brushed her hair to one side so it wouldn’t obscure my vision.