“Hey, want a drink?” I asked over the intercom that Tank had given me to wear, so we could talk and also listen to some music he had on his playlist.
“Sure.” His voice was deep and sexy.
I pulled my backpack to the side, took out a bottle of water from a special container, and pushed the bag back. I placed the long plastic straw to his lips, and he opened, trustingly, and then I pushed it in.
“Suck,” I said, with a giggle, making it sound suggestive.
He took long draws on the water and moved his mouth from the straw.
“Thanks, I needed that. Still another hour before the first fuel stop, and snacks,” he added, as an afterthought.
“Want something to eat?” I was already too hungry to wait another hour.
“Sure.” I drank some water, then pulled the bag back to my side, replaced the bottle, and pulled out some homemade fruit-and-nut bars. I placed one on his lips, and he nibbled it off my fingers, drawing it into his mouth, before I put one on my mouth and pushed the bag back.
“Wow, what is this?” he asked, as he chewed.
“Made them yesterday. I was bored. Thought could eat them on the road. So made extra for you.” I hadn’t thought much of it. When I made the snacks, no one was in the kitchen; the boys were out, who knows where, and I was waiting for the clear coat to dry so I could put the bike back together. It didn’t take long to make them and get back out to finish the bike. Sticks had screamed when she saw the paintwork, even though it was not yet on the bike.
“They are good, hope you got plenty,” he said with humor.
“Sure have,” I replied, because I did, or thought I did, having put some in my bag, which was in the van; I had some change of clothes, just in case we got wet, plus I needed a change of underwear. I was glad when Cricket said they would take a van for the larger gear. It was going to be a nightmare trying to place all the gear on the bike, plus me.
We arrived at the first stop. The guys were fueling up, and we girls headed to the bathroom. A small queue developed as we waited our turn, talking about the ride so far, and if we saw the dead fox or other animals, most sounded in a good mood, the aches of sitting all that time never came up, but at the end of the day, and your butt feels flat, from sitting all day, will change that soon enough.
Tank POV
I was amused that Max never asked why I didn’t start the bike first before letting her climb on, she must have known that was what we usually did: start, get balanced, and then get the passenger on board. I had deliberately waited for her to get on before starting, so she would have the extra vibration between her legs, giving her, I hope, a cheap thrill, as the bike roared into life.
That thought had me semi-hard for a while when we first took off, thinking I had gotten her wet there.
This woman had me dreaming up different ways to make her horny. I liked the challenge of it, but the only downfall was that it got me horny too, and sometimes a cold shower doesn’t cut it. I have no clue if she was fixing herself or not. So far, I haven’t heard or caught her, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t being done, if you know what I mean.
Talk about being surprised. Sharing her water with me was an intimate act, in my books, you don’t share the same spit. But she had, and the water had a lemon flavor to it, not a lot and not sweet or sour, more like a few drops to make the water taste better. Her leaning forward and offering the straw was not something I had expected. I had expected her to hand me a bottle of water or something, then the snack, which was homemade and tasty. I could eat a lot more of those. Having her on the back so far has been a pleasant experience and full of surprises. I liked getting food and drinks handed to me, so to speak, like this.
The small service station in the middle of nowhere came into view, and we all started pulling in to fuel up, grab snacks and coffee, smoke for those who smoked, and use the bathroom. I paid for the fuel and wheeled my bike under a tree.
Max came to me, holding out a cup of coffee and a meat pie. I took both, and she sat beside me, no qualms about sitting on the ground, getting her jeans dirty, and dug into her own pie.
How did I get so lucky?
“What, no sauce?” I joked at her, looking heartbroken.
She stopped mid-bite, moved her hand to the inside of her jacket, and produced two sachets of sauce, one tomato and one barbecue.
“Little lady, you are the best.” I took both and drizzled them on my pie. I wouldn’t have used the barbecue, but since she took the trouble to grab some, I added it; the pie didn’t taste half bad, with both sauces on it.
Others came and sat nearby, still talking about the pool competition and Maxine’s proficiency. They want her to keep playing until she misses, because she had already broken a record set a long time ago, and they wanted to make sure it would be too hard to break again.
“Time’s up, let’s hit the road,” Bruiser called out as he threw his wrapper in the bin. Cricket was rushing to keep up with his long strides; he didn’t even notice her. Almost jogging to keep up, he was too fixated on getting things rolling again.
I moved to my bike, threw my leg over, and reached down and started it up. Helmet on, jacket zipped, Max was waiting by the motorcycle for me to acknowledge her with a quick nod. She climbed on the back, wiggling a bit to get comfortable. I hardly noticed the movement of the bike; if her groin had not been so close to my back, I might not have noticed at all that she wiggled, and there goes my shaft again, getting hard. I am like a horny teenager. No one would believe me if I told them I hadn’t been intimate with her yet.
I found my place, by Prez, and we took off. I had changed the music selection while I was waiting for Max, and I hope she likes this next set. It was heavy rock, something that was, for most, a little too loud for the first thing in the morning. Now we have the cobwebs out, a bit of heavy rock was just the thing for this leg, which will take us to lunch at the next stop.
Max was moving to the beat, and sporadically she would lean forward and tap my thigh at it.
This turned out to be an enjoyable ride, better than I predicted. Max was a lot of fun and not afraid to enjoy herself.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.