We joined the watching crowd.
Two men were racing each other. They were hooked to a large, very thick elastic band around their waists, and the game was to see who could reach the other side before the band brought them back. So far, no one had made it to the end and claimed the can of beer waiting on a podium.
We watched three more pairs try and fail, the crowd cheering and laughing when the band whips that backwards.
“Tank, I see you there, come play, you are the long-running champion, come show these wimps how it’s done.” One of the men called out from the starting point, tyring to draw more into play.
“You mind?” Tank asked me, softly.
“Go.” I urged, smiling, this was what we were here for.
Tank had the harness around his waist, and another large-looking dude was next to him.
“Ready, Set, Go!” Came the starters’ orders, and the cheers for Tank were loud. He took off fast, dug his heels in as he got closer, and at the last possible moment, lunged forward with a burst of speed, snagging the can of beer.
I screamed out in my excitement, rushing over to him, when a girl came out of nowhere and lunged towards him. Before she managed to jump his bones, I was onto her, had hold of her top, and dragged her back, throwing her to the ground. She landed heavily and yelped out in pain.
“Hey.” She screamed out, standing up and dusting off her clothes.
Tank pulled me to him and gave me a heated kiss.
“That was hot, babe.” He whispered in my ear.
Tank POV
Max was easy to please, she didn’t make a fuse with being told to get off so could park the bike, bring a rider, she would have understood, and that takes away some of the mosting you can get when a girl wants to sit on your bike and poss while you park, I have seen it happen, and makes more work for the rider.
She didn’t complain about setting up the tent area for us, so far, my little lady rarely complains. I am one lucky guy.
Max cottoned on quickly to the ablution blocks and the urinal for the men, it’s a bit archaic, but it’s functional, and that was what counted. We have a large lake nearby and a small swampy area that we often use for mud wrestling. If all goes well, I might be able to get Max into the mud-wrestling competition. I think she would do well in it. But that’s for tomorrow, if what Prez had said was right, and he usually was. We will enjoy the rest of the night together.
I knew the tug-of-war was on, so I steered us through the cheering crowd, we joined the sidelines, and watched the men try to make it to a can of beer. I have been the long standing champion, yeah, this is my first time at couples, but the championship hasn’t been broken yet. It wasn’t just getting the beer; It was timed, and I held the best time.
The last thing I expected was to be called out to show the guys it can be done.
Makes me feel good inside to be recognised for something, even if it was just for my strength. Max didn’t mind me having a go; that’s what we are here for, even if I had intended to stay by her side the whole time, but then would she enjoy seeing me win? Time to find out.
I took off my jacket and handed it to Max, putting my cut back on, to show off my colors, 1 always have to show how proud I am to be a member of our club.
There was a trick I found by mistake that made the last part slightly easier.
I waited as they harnessed me up and received the go.
My legs knew I was working them, having been relaxed on the bike all day, they needed a good stretch. Wish I had known I’d be doing this, I would have warmed up a bit, too late now. As I took the beer and let the cord pull me back, I raised the beer high.
Saw my lady on the way to me, and was shocked when another face jumped in front of her.
I have no clue who this chick was, and I had no interest in catching her. I was about to move aside so she wouldn’t jump me when she was suddenly jerked backwards, and my girl took her place and landed in my arms. The other chick was screaming on the floor. I lowered my head and captured her lips. The crowd was roaring with cheers and wolf whistles.
“Looks like we might have a new woman champion in the running, let the woman have a go.” Someone from the crowd called out.
The woman who was thrown on the floor by Max dusted herself off, gave Max the stink eye, and stormed off into the crowd.
“If the men can’t make that distance, how can a woman?” Max asked, astounded.
“They bring the podium a little closer; no chick had managed to reach the beer at this length ever. When the last girl reached the podium, they moved it back another foot. Time for you to shine, my little lady.” He grinned at me, as I was encased in his arms on the sidelines, watching as different women came forward and tried their luck. I whispered in Max’s ear at each run, explaining how to use the body and legs better. I didn’t want to give others my secrets, let them work it out themselves.
They had gone through a lot of ladies, and the volunteers were dwindling. It was dark now, and the large lights came on.
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.