~ You and Me ~

The forecast for the next several days was supposed to be in the mid eighties, sunny, no rain forcasted for days. The kids were and grandma's and grandpa's for the upcoming week, nothing exciting was planned, deciding to head out on the bike for a couple of days. No destination in mind, just ride until we decided to stop, take in the surrounding town and move on to the next stop. No responsibility than enjoying our time together, just you and me.

We packed minimal supplies for the next couple of days, the bags on the bike would not hold a whole lot of clothes. We had the bare necessities of life, toothpaste, deodorant, razors, a small collection of items. A days change of clothes, knowing that we may have to find a hotel with laundry facilities. In the other bag we placed rain gear, even though the forecast was for good weather, Murphy's always prevails.

The bike was loaded as I waited for you , when the door opened I was amazed at your naughty girl look, black boots, jeans, long sleeve shirt, the way you looked made me smile. Putting the helmet on you tied your hair in a low pony tail, keeping it off of your shoulders, again the sexy naughty look, making me desire you even more.

I climbed on, turning the ignition on, pressing the start button and the bike rumbled. A beautiful sound the Harley makes, pipes crackling a low crackle. The vibration of a machine that would lead us to beautiful destinations. Enjoy the scenery's around us, no other worries than you and me. Climbing on you hold my shoulder, balancing yourself, foot on floorboard you swing your leg over as you nestle in behind me. Now placing both hands on my sides. Your legs next to my hips, holding each other as the bike guided us down the street.

The ride was beautiful, taking the roads less traveled, winding through the countryside, coming across towns that we would not normally drive through in a car. Mostly small farming communities, some being the local hot spots. Quaint little restaurants, people sitting in chairs on their porches, people waving as we road through. Reminding us of what America used to be, friendly people waving, even if they did not know you. Something that you can still find in her heartland.

Occasionally stopping at a shop or store that interested us, finding peace and serenity in our travels. It had been several hours on the road and we were now stopping for our second tank of fuel, using the wash room, enjoying a refreshing cold drink. Stretching our legs, enjoying the beauty of the small river that ran the roadside. Small little rapids, the sound of water, peaceful and calming. The local attendant asked us where we were from, interested in what brought us here, he clued us in on a beautiful site to see up the road. Giving us directions, telling us of this secluded beauty that only the locals knew.

As we motored up the road we found the path that we were told about, carefully I turned onto the less traveled road. Trees over the roadway as if we driving down a cave of trees. The air was cool, the sun hidden, beams of light occasionally striking through. The bike rumbled through the quiet secluded area, then as told we came to the open area that we were told about. A small canyon like area, no more than 12 feet deep. Surrounding a hot spring tub that swirled from a small waterfall, creating the river that we had seen before.

It was absolutely beautiful, relaxing, secluded, a vacation hot spot. Everything that we had hoped our trip would be, we stepped down the rocks to the water. Kicking off my boots, then my socks I pulled my jeans up and placed a foot in the water. The naturally hot spring fell refreshing to me. It was then that I decided to remove my clothes and refresh myself. Laughing she was asking me what I thought I was doing. Reminding me that at any moment someone else could pull up and see me naked. I simply just did not care, I felt free, unrestrained, I felt alive.

Much time had passed and she realized as well that we all alone, wanting to feel free and youthful she too undressed and joined me in the water. Splashing like kids we enjoyed ourselves, feeling clean, riding for hours in the hot sun, we felt refreshed. Grabbing her as she swam by, our naked bodies felt slick on each others. I always loved how her breasts felt against me in the shower. Pressed against me we kissed, treading water, both being careful to stay afloat.

Near the rocks I reached out and found a shelf of rock to hold onto, pulling us to the wall, near the waterfall. We could feel the mist raining on us as the water fell nearby. Kissing passionately, pulling her closer, she could feel me getting thicker. Laughing at my excitement she muttered as we kissed. Wrapping her legs around me, pulling me closer, allowing me to enter her. The moment was unexpected, thrilling, youthful, a moment that we made for ourselves. Enjoying our time together, loving, kissing, appreciating. Her arms wrapped around my neck, my hands using the shelf of rock as leverage, her back against the rocks. We rhythmicaly moved until we both climaxed. Kissing, holding each other up, we then laughed about ourselves.

Refreshed we both swam to the side, climbing out, shivering from the cooler shaded area. We shook are arms and legs like animals, trying to rid ourselves of water. No towels to be found, we climbed back into our dry clothes. Smiling and kissing we climbed back up to our bike, again preparing ourselves to continue on our journey. Slightly wet and damp, I fire up the motor again, hand on my shoulder you climbed back on, wrapping yourself around me, kissing my neck as you sat down. I shifted into gear, accelerating as we left our romantic spot, just you and me.

~ Can't wait for spring~

This past week has been nothing but brutal, temperatures dipping into the very low negative teens. Taking our breathe away as soon as we hit that bitterly cold air, exposed skin burning in pain. Our vehicles and homes all creak and it seems if they moan from the stress that they endure. Very few people brave the extreme cold temperatures, everyone stays inside, waiting for the weather to break.

Police officer's, public works, tradesmen, firefighters all have to brave the cold weather as they enter the Arctic. Exposing themselves, taking risks so that others can be helped. Plumber's and heating people work overtime, trying to unthaw pipes or people. On the news we can see firefighters standing outside at a fire, steam from their breath, ice on their coats.

Today I finally can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Excited for spring to come, like a kid waiting for Christmas, finally....finally, I have signed paperwork for my Harley. The one pictured above is similar to mine, a former police bike, how fitting. A completely white bike leaves me options for design. Giving me the freedom to make this bike personal, making it part of who I am as a individual. Over the next few weeks, I will be researching and deciding what colors and design I would like. Many of you will be surprised to hear that I am contemplating some sort of flame design. Red, Blue, Green are some of the options I am considering, however, keeping it simple with pinstripes has also crossed my mind.

Foremost, I look forward to the day that I slowly roll my bike onto the drive, turn the ignition on, engage the clutch, and then with the slight press of the button, start the engine. The loud rumble of the bike resonating through my body, I slowly let out the clutch and ride off into bliss. Taking in the surroundings, finding a lonely road, cruising through the country side. Letting my mind and body escape the normal stresses of life, enjoying being me. Taking time to think about the things only a man thinks about when he is alone with his machine. There will be those times, when the DW climbs on board, wrapping her arms around me, feeling close and loved. Enjoying our time together, admiring the beauty of each other and around us.

Then when I am done with my ride, feeling refreshed, I pull into the driveway, happy to be home. As I turn the motor off, the rumble stops, I climb off of my machine. Removing my helmet, relaxed, I enter through the door.

~ Dinner and Dessert ~

The streets were lined with old buildings, all built in the late 1800's to early 1900's. Most building standing two to three stories high, consecutively attached to one another. The street was narrow, cars lined the busy downtown. Snow from the previous evening lined the street as well, creating obstacles as they tried to cross the street.

Arm and arm, they walked along the street, gazing into store windows. Snow was falling, speckles lie in her hair. Their breath could be seen as the talked and laughed. Others on the street looked on, wishing they too could share the love that this couple shared. Making those who looked on, envious.

The couple entered the famous local restaurant, known for their fried green tomatoes. Eyes were upon them as they laughed in the entry way. Again people noticing the giddy behavior that they shared. Although they had married 10 years the couple had a magic about them, making others wish they had the same thing in their own relationships.

Soon they were seated at their table, everything in its place, holding hands as they waited. A mid twenties waitress approached their table, introducing herself, bubbly and flirtatiously she smiled and laughed with the couple. She pulled the cloth napkin from the goblet, placing it in her lap, and with a smile, then commenting on her perfume. He noticed her interest right away, wondering what it may lead to later.

Throughout the dinner, he would entertain himself by imagining his wife with the waitress. Asking his wife if she would consider such a thing, knowing she was afraid to admit such pleasure. He continuously flirted with the waitress, making her feel comfortable with both of them. Her smile was radiant and devious all in the same, always looking at his wife each time she returned.

Dinner was pleasurable as they both savored their meal. Delicious seafood, over a bed of pasta, crab, shrimp, scallops, lobster, both in sauces that make ones mouth water. As the meal ended, they both sat their satisfied and full. Gazing happily in to each others eyes, their waitress happily interrupted another time. Gazing in to his wife's eyes one more time, asking if dessert was on the menu for tonite. The couple agreed they were much too full at the moment.

The restaurant was now quite and empty, the couple outlasted everyone else that was there. The staff was busy cleaning, preparing for the next day, the waitress brought the bill. That is when he finally decided, to leave her a note that she was invited. On the back of the receipt he kindly put. " We really enjoyed your company, would you like to join us for dessert? Ramada room 143."

As the couple left the restaurant the cold air nipped at their noses. Snow was now falling a bit heavier than before. She nestled into him as he pulled her closer, keeping warm and close to his heart. As he looked at her, her eyes sparkled in the light, snowflakes glistened in her hair. As they reached the car, they both climbed inside cold from the walk. Warming themselves before they drove away, staring and kissing as they waited.

Arriving at the hotel they parked and went inside. Both dashing through the parking lot, wanting to get inside where it was warm. Down the hallway they walked, again arm and arm, smiling and talking about their night out. Placing the card like key in the door, the green light steadily lit. Turning the handle they walked in, taking off their coats, making themselves comfortable once again.

He lit some candles, and turned off the lights, they both stood in the candlelight, staring at each other. Slowly he walked to her, holding her hands, he leaned into her kissing on her lips. Slowly kissing, touching and loving, they slowly began to remove each others clothes, piece by piece, appreciating each other once again.

Now they were both naked as they walked to the bed, turning down the covers before they both climbed in. First she climbed in, and he soon to follow, but then a knock at the door soon followed. She covered herself so no one could see, as he rose out of bed. Placing a towel around him he walked to the door, peering through the sight glass he was happy to see, their cute little waitress came to join them.

Unsure what he was doing his wife looked amazed, as he undid the locks on the door. Turning the handle he opened it slowly, then she looked amazed at who she saw, as he invited her in. "Happy you could join us" as he greeted her in, closing the door behind her. Taking her coat off, his wife watched in amazement, not knowing that she was invited.

Dropping his towel he climbed back into bed, smiling at his wife as he kissed her on the head. His hand now touched the side of her face, distracting her, making her concentrate on him. Forgetting that the waitress was sitting across the room, she began to kiss and love her husband. Meanwhile across the room on the couch, sat the waitress, slowly undressing as she watched.

Wanting to join in, she slowly stood up, walking over to the bed, she slowly climbed in. Climbing next to the wife as suspected, touching her so softly. Amazed by her willingness, he then moved back, allowing her full access to his wife. As she rolled over to greet her, she kissed her on the lips so gently. He then nestled in close, kissing the back of her neck. His body pressed against his wife, enjoying their dessert they all, so desired.

~ Touch ~

Like most people, I loved to be touched, caressed. My body is always warm to the touch, your hands always slightly cooler than I. My shaved smooth head, radiating heat, your hand cool, gliding softly over the skin. Reaching my neck, sending chills down my spine, I begin to tingle, my body willing wanting more. I usually scrunch my shoulders, tilting my head back as you hit that nerve, hearing you giggle as you torture me.

Fingers running across my broad shoulders, down my back, around my sides, I feel blood surging to my groin. I enjoy you touching me, surrendering to you, I follow your commands. Removing my clothes, I lie down, face first on the cool flannel sheets. My slightly erect penis pressing into the bed, the pressure is somewhat pleasurable. Kneeling next to me, you run your fingers down my back, switching to you nails. Leaving me to wonder what you will do next.

Slowly your hands work their way down my body, touching my hips, then my ass. My butt has sensual nerves that feel very nice. Most men won't admit this, however, it heightens my sexual awareness. Trusting only you, I am submissive to your touch. As you glide down the crack you slightly touch my anus, sending pleasure throughout my body. I feel my penis surge as you do this, my body reacts, you enjoy seeing me this way. Asking me to get on my knees similar to doggie position, I feel you so slightly touching my sack. My balls hanging low, pull up close to my body, your cool hands surprise them. One hand touching my buttocks, the other touching my penis and balls, I become thicker and harder the more I am aroused.

The more my body reacts, the more you touch me, intrigued, watching my pleasure. You too are aroused watching me. Curiously I anticipate your next move, hoping that you push me closer to my orgasm. Amazed with my body, you feel the head of my penis, dripping with excitement, you place it on your finger. I hear you sucking the fluid from your finger with pleasure. Now I feel your cold wet finger teasing my body.

My penis now pulsing, dripping with cum, wanting to unleash its tension. Telling me to lie on my back, I follow your lead. Hoping that my penis will be submerged in a warm wet cavity of some sort. You begin my touching my head, slowly working your way around my face. Touching my cheeks, then kissing my lips, I can taste my cum on your lips, salty but sweet.

Kissing my neck, your hands run across my broad shoulders, down my arms. I lay their almost lifeless, enjoying your touch, anxiously waiting my complete pleasure. Now kissing my nipples, hands running down my side, feeling my abdomen quiver. I know you enjoy this torture even more now. I am now squirming, on edge, wanting my penis to be inside you.

Purposely you stop, staring at me, waiting for me ask, I resist, submissively waiting for your touch. Trying not to be broken, I wait as patiently as I can. Your hair runs along my abdomen, I feel your lips on my hip bone, unbearable now, I bite my lip trying not to beg. Knowing that if I beg, you will make this last even longer, maybe stopping all together.

Without warning, not expecting, you take me into your mouth. The warm wet sensation, feeling unbelievable, I moan with pleasure. You reach up to my chest, your warm mouth still on my penis, I feel your nails bite as you drag them slowly down my body. One hand on my shaft stroking, squeezing, forcing me release the tension that I could no longer hold.