I properly prepared a helmet for Kumiko, as well as body armor for female riders and electric clothing for her that could draw power from the motorcycle’s battery.
It’s not as much as a car, but it has a tiny bit of cargo capacity, so I managed to barely pack the sleeping bags, tent, lantern, spare fuel for the lantern, and a kocher (easy-to-store outdoor cooking utensils).
You say there’s no food?
Of course we’ll procure that locally!
Seeing foods you’ve never seen before lined up in a local supermarket and failing or succeeding in eating them is one of the best parts of a trip.
Don’t increase unnecessary luggage.
That is the ironclad rule of travel.
However, the ironclad rules of camping and the outdoors cannot be ignored either.
That is “thorough preparation.” I have properly made preparations for winter.
The sleeping bags are a prime example.
Especially with winter camping, if you let your guard down, you’ll freeze to death.
Furthermore, the destination is a campsite at the foot of a local mountain.
I’ve heard the wind blowing down from the mountain is cold.
Just in case, I also booked a bungalow adjacent to the campsite.
I managed to make the minimum preparations.
Relaxation is important for this kind of creative work, and when things just aren’t going well, changing your pace often helps them work out.
Since I end up doing this and that when I’m in my room, outdoor shut-ins are the best for times like this.
I say that, but the truth is I also just wanted to spend a relaxing time driving and camping with Kumiko during the New Year holidays.
That’s what the sidecar motorcycle is for.
I’ve even done the legwork.
When I spoke to Kumiko’s father and mother— “I was worried she might push herself too hard and break…
I want you to take Kumiko outside and let her refresh.
When I saw her talking to a cactus, I thought she had finally gone crazy.” —I ended up hearing how much they were worried about Kumiko.
——This is parental love…
While feeling something poignant, I also imagined Kumiko talking to a cactus, and it was hard to keep from laughing in front of her parents.
Anyway, once I had mastered the unique handling of the sidecar motorcycle and felt confident, I invited Kumiko to join me for the year-end plans— “Hah…?
Camping…?
Eeh…
It’s cold, and I don’t want to go outside…
Besides, I want to watch the New Year’s TV specials…” —she wasn’t enthusiastic.
Her not wanting to leave the house because she wants to watch New Year’s TV specials is very much like Kumiko, but the fact that the motorcycle I bought specifically to drive with her was ranked below a TV program pierced my heart very sharply.
“…I see…
Even though I went as far as buying a sidecar just so I could go for a drive with you, Kumiko…” I was genuinely depressed…
The reason I spent over a million yen to specifically insist on a sidecar that general manufacturers don’t make was for that very purpose.
A sidecar has the joy of cutting through the wind together.
On top of that, the vehicles high schoolers can ride are limited.
The only other option is maybe a moped, but Kumiko basically has no interest in those kinds of vehicles.
She’s a girl, so I suppose that’s natural.
In this world, sexual morality is reversed, but for some reason, the fact that men like machinery didn’t change.
Even though I went through the trouble of choosing a sidecar so I could go on a motorcycle driving date with my girlfriend and wife, Kumiko…
I was rejected by Kumiko, whom I am not hesitant to call my girlfriend and wife.
I was deeply depressed.
But, because I really wanted to catch Kumiko’s interest, I used my wits.
“Maybe I’ll invite Kousaka, or Asuka-senpai, or even Hazuki…” I muttered dejectedly, and Kumiko’s eyes immediately changed.
“I’ll go!
I’m going!
So don’t tell anyone else about that!” Kumiko hurriedly checked her New Year’s schedule and asked about the dates for the overnight trip and driving date.
Seeing my smug smile, Kumiko realized she had been trapped by my scheme, but she managed to forgive me seeing how much I was looking forward to it.
For Kumiko’s sake, I’m going to make this camping trip a success!
Despite being so fired up, the next morning, for some reason, I was having Kumiko serve me.
Kumiko was carefully licking my scrotum.
As if she were carefully welcoming her future son.
I was getting excited by the way Kumiko was licking stickily.
The refined air of the campsite brought a pleasure and atmosphere—as well as a sense of liberation—different from sex performed in a closed room, and it’s certain that it was heightening our mutual sensuality.
Kumiko didn’t look at my angry, erect penis, and for a while now had been licking only my scrotum and the area around the frenulum near it.
Occasionally, she would lick while resting her elbows on the floor, and each time her loosely waved hair—short as it may be—touched my skin, it sent shivers through me.
That’s how high my sensitivity had become.
After about ten minutes, when my sensitivity had reached its peak, Kumiko stood up, suddenly stepped on my penis, and said: “…What do you want me to do?
Isn’t there something you have to say?” Unlike her usual self, Kumiko gave me orders while grinning and stepping on my scrotum.
What happened all of a sudden?
When I made a puzzled face, Kumiko increased her strength slightly and stepped on my balls.
“Kuahh!” “Aren’t the words wrong?
You have something to say to me, right?” Saying that, she leaned her face close to mine.
I steeled myself and spoke.
“O-ooh…!
Please let me put my penis in…!” After I said that, I thought Kumiko had leaned in, but she looked at me with cold eyes.
As I was wavering at Kumiko’s violent words and actions, which were different from her usual self…
“It’s ‘Please allow me to insert my penis,’ right?” Kumiko turned a beaming smile toward me.
Her eyes were burning with sadism.
Surely, pinning down a beautiful boy like me in a sadistic way—unlike usual—was what was making her excited.
Though wavering at this different Kumiko, I yielded to heighten the atmosphere and spoke.
“Please allow me to insert my penis!” “Yes, well done.” Saying that, Kumiko helped me up, and after taking off her trousers and panties, she straddled me with a smile.
Kumiko looked at me with a grin.
As the sunlight entered the tent, the light scattered, illuminating Kumiko softly.
She looked mystical to me.
“Ah, ah, aah!” My “son,” who had been teased and teased, was enveloped by Kumiko’s vagina, and I couldn’t help but cry out.
Since there had been no room to put on a condom for a while now, it was, of course, raw.
It was an insertion after being teased relentlessly.
I came without thinking.
I twisted my body and made my hips tremble.
Dobyuru!
Byurururu—!
Bubyu—, doku, doku!
Dopyu—!
Kumiko watched my ejaculation happily, then hugged me in silence, holding me just like that in a “daishuki hold.” I felt like I was going to be ruined by Kumiko’s warmth.
I’ll have her do it one more time when we get home.
After having sex with Kumiko one more time after that, we left the tent.
“Fufu.
We did the ‘Hime-hajime’ (first sex of the year), didn’t we?” When she said that with a smile, I blushed thinking about what an incredible Hime-hajime it had been, and that must have been to Kumiko’s liking.
Thinking the atmosphere was right for a kiss, I closed my eyes, but Kumiko went and gave me a conspicuous hickey on my neck.
And she did it quite thoroughly, too.
“Fufu.” Kumiko looked happy.
If it helped Kumiko refresh, it was worth bringing her here.
It was worth the significance of paying a lot of money to buy a sidecar.
—————— On the way back, with the city in the middle of the New Year, we cut through the wind on the motorcycle and returned home leisurely.
Factually, you could say we could only return home leisurely.
With a heavy sidecar attached to a motorcycle with not much horsepower and loaded with luggage, it was a naturally inevitable result.
So, on the way back, we drove while enjoying local specialties.
I will forever keep in the album of my heart the sight of Kumiko looking satisfied while eating local ice cream at a roadside station despite the cold.
When we ate one ice cream together and licked the ice cream off each other’s faces, I was reminded once again that being with Kumiko is truly a happy thing.
The meaning might be different, but I’ll say it anyway.
Happy Ice Cream!