Horsepower

The setting sun was coloring the sky a reddish-purple when Michiru knocked on the window of the small booth at the entrance of the ‘garage park’.

The guard turned to look at her and opened his window. “Hai, can I help you little miss?” he grunted through his large mustache.

Michiru decided to ignore the ‘little miss’ comment and put on a fake, polite smile. “A friend of mine is supposed to be here. She has rented a garage box under the name of Tenoh Haruka?”

The man picked up a list from his messy desk and checked the names. “Tenoh... All the way at the back. You can’t miss it.”

Michiru walked through the apparently abandoned garage park, thinking this might not have been a good idea. All the garage boxes were closed, but as she moved further she could hear the distant humming off a motorcycle engine.

At the side of the small building that produced the sound she saw faint light filtering through a curtained, stained window and a small door that stood slightly ajar.

She peeked through the crack to make sure she was right before barging in. What she saw almost made her jaw drop, and her eyes widened in shock.

In front of her sat Haruka on her motorcycle, wearing only panties.

Michiru clasped her hand before her mouth and thanked the gods for being allowed to observe this magnificent sight, also cursing them that Haruka had her back towards the door. 'But what is she doing?' Michiru wondered. Suddenly it hit her: Haruka was using the vibrations of the engine to...

Haruka ground her hips into the saddle of her bike, occasionally turning the handle to alter the speed of her engine. Her body was covered in sweat and a greased hand worked it’s way to one of her breasts. She moaned loudly when she increased the speed and whimpered when she slowed her engine down.

Michiru leaned in closer, involuntarily rubbing her legs together. The sight in front of her turned her on. But her mind quickly took over before things got out of hand. 'No,' she thought. 'I mustn’t watch her.' She hesitantly took a step backwards. Not watching where she was going, she knocked over a garbage bin, causing it to land with a loud ‘Crash’.

'Oh no,' Michiru panicked. She heard the engine in the garage shut down. She frantically looked around for a way to hide. Running was not an option, Haruka would surely see her.

Before she could dive away she was engulfed in the light that came through the opened door. All she could do was stand there, like a deer staring into headlights.

Haruka’s eyes narrowed. “You?”

Michiru felt strong fingers wrap around her upper arms and found her self yanked into the garage box. This finally snapped her out of her daze and she carefully turned to face Haruka.

Her blonde-haired goddess stood leaning against the door, wearing a loose shirt closed with only one button to cover her breasts and still in her panties. Her hands and face were smeared with grease from working on the engine before she took it on a ‘test-drive’. Under the shirt her body also showed faint smears which must be, Michiru guessed, from touching her sensitive parts.

“What are you doing here?” Haruka asked with a hint of threat in her voice.

The voice caused Michiru the pull her gaze from the other girl’s body and lock eyes with her. She could feel her face turn bright red, and pondered how she was going to make it out of here without losing her face. “I--- I---” She stammered. She suddenly remembered the wallet she intended to deliver and pulled it out for Haruka “I.... found... this.”

Haruka took the wallet and glanced it over, not having noticed before that she had lost it. She quickly tossed it on top of a table and took some threatening steps toward Michiru, a sly grin playing her lips.

Michiru waved her hands in self-defense. “I didn’t see a thing, I swear!” She took several steps backwards to maintain the distance between her and Haruka and squealed when her butt hit the motorcycle Haruka had been riding. She quickly turned and grabbed hold of it, making sure it wouldn’t fall. She should never have turned her back to Haruka...