Lisa leaned into the curve, her thick mane of black hair whipping behind her. The mountains of Vermont flashed by and her motorcycle purred between her legs, soothing away the stresses of life. Her ex-husband had always looked silly on it but it fit her small frame perfectly. Now she could even drive it, her ex had always made her ride behind him.
A young man hitch-hiking beside the road startled her. The brief glimpse she caught of him didn't look much like the drifter you would normally see beside the road. He was clean shaven, and his moderately tight shirt displayed a well-built body.
She turned around at the next turn off and rode by more slowly, curious at the strange sight of a well-built man hitch-hiking in the middle of nowhere. He was sitting on his backpack, the bottom of his shirt pulled back behind his head, trying to get some relief from the heat. He was as well build as she had first though, with a tight stomach, powerful chest, and arms.
He pulled his shirt back down as she turned again, and flashed a huge grin when she pulled up next to him.
"What are you doing out here?" she asked.
"Right now, or in a more general way?" he asked right back, not sounding like the hick she was expecting.
"Both."
"Right now I am trying to get to the post office in town before it closes to pick up my package of food. The bigger picture is, as my student from Australia put it I've 'gone walkabout'."
"What?"
"I took a leave of absence from grad school and decided to hike across Vermont. This trail," he pointed to both ends of the trail that crossed the road, "goes all the way to Canada."
"That's pretty cool, and a long walk. Why?"
"To clear my head I broke it off with my fiancée; it shook me up pretty bad."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I caught her in bed with my professor," he couldn't conceal his bitterness.
"I can see that you might need to clear your head after that."
"How bout you? Isn't it a little dangerous to ride that thing in just a tank top and shorts?"
"It is."
'It is also the only excitement in my life,' Lisa thought, but she wasn't about to tell him that.
"You want a lift?" she asked cutting off any further questions.
"Sure."
He shouldered his pack and swung onto the seat behind her. He gently put his hands on her waist, obviously unsure of how to hold a stranger.
"I am not driving like a granny all the way to town just because you are back there."
She took his hands and wrapped them firmly around her waist, started the engine, and roared off. Riding always made Lisa horny, and an attractive man with his arms around her didn't help matters any. She pushed herself back on the seat, rubbing, as if by accident, against the young man's crotch, hoping for a similar reaction. She had no such luck.
'Stupid woman, thinking a man a decade younger than you would be interested in you, even with his arms around you,' she scolded herself mentally.
They pulled up in front of the post office, which seemed to be the focal point of the tiny town.
"Thanks for the ride," the man said as he slipped out from behind her.
"Are you going to need a ride back?"
"Yeah, but it's going to take me a while to get my food sorted out."
"I don't really have any plans, I could wait."
"Thanks, that's awesome!" he clapped his hand on her shoulder giving it a little squeeze before turning to go.
Was it her imagination, or did he leave his hand there a little too long for just a friendly gesture? She scolded herself again for acting like a silly schoolgirl, although, his arms did feel very nice around her. As he disappeared into the post office she realized he didn't smell bad the way she would have after a week in the woods, without a shower. In fact, he smelled a little like peppermint.
He came back out of the post office smiling, his arms wrapped around a large box.
"By the way my name's Jacob."
"I'm Lisa."
"Nice to meet you, Lisa," he said, wiggling the fingers of one hand on the box.
He dumped the box on a picnic table and began sifting though ziplock bags, of what looked to be dried food.
"I've got a friend who sends me the food. I pick it up every week at post offices along the way," he explained to her.
"If I can ask a personal question, how are you so clean?" Lisa asked after a moment.
"Is that a polite way of asking why I don't stink?" with a chuckle Jacob continued, not waiting for an answer, "There is a swimming hole half a mile or so back. I took a bath and shaved, figuring it would be easier to get a ride if I didn't look like something the cat dragged in."
"Well it worked. I bet a swim felt really good," Lisa was flapping the bottom of her shirt up and down, "It's so damn hot, especially down here in the valley."
"Oh it was great, sparkling clear cold water, even a waterfall."
Lisa was pleased to see Jacob stealing glances at her tummy as she tried to cool off.
'Finally he notices,' she thought.
Lisa was proud of her body, becoming more and more obsessive about working out, as her ex-husband had become less and less. She decided to tease him a little more. She tucked the bottom of her shirt up under her bra, showing off her trim waist, and perky breasts.
"I suppose this paradise of cool water is too far for a city girl like me to hike to?"
Jacob pealed his eyes off her and looked up at the sky, "It's about two-thirty I think you could make it there and back before dark. Would you like me to take you there?"
"Um... sure, if it's not too far the wrong direction for you?"
Lisa felt butterflies as she asked. She scolded them back down again.
"Not at all, I was going to go back and camp there tonight anyway."
"Ok, you can be my guide in exchange for the ride."
"At your service 'mem-sahib'," he quipped in an Indian accent.
Jacob packed away the remaining food, took out a spiral notebook from his pack, and began writing in it.
"Whatcha writing?"
"My last journal entry, my friend is posting them on the web."
"Anything about me?" Lisa cursed herself for how much that question made her sound like a thirteen-year-old.
"Got a ride on the back of a motorcycle, driven by a pretty woman. She turned out to be quite nice after she stopped making me feel like an idiot for not knowing how to ride behind someone, or scaring the piss out of me with her driving."
"Oh it wasn't that bad, and don't you mean pretty 'older' woman."
"Pretty is pretty. There, all done."
He tossed the journal in the box, on top of the food he didn't need, and went back in the post office. This saved Lisa from having to try to hide her blushes.
'Idiot! He said you were pretty not that he was interested in you,' one part of her argued, the other was just thrilled that he thought she was pretty.
"Ok Lisa, ready to scare the shit out of me on that death machine?"
"Yep," She answered climbing on.
She had not pulled her shirt back down, so his warm arms wrapped tightly around her bare skin, as he followed suit.
They roared up the mountain. Lisa again decided to see if she would get a response by scooting back to press into Jacob's crotch. This time however, she was rewarded by feeling a hard lump pressing against her ass. She had to suppress the shiver it sent up her spine.
'I haven't reacted like this to a hard cock that I haven't even seen since I was in the backseat of my boyfriend's car in high-school.' She stayed pressed against him as they rode. Jacob began slowly running his thumbs up and down her ribcage. Up until just below her bra, then back down until they met his other fingers. Lisa had to concentrate very hard on the road; the gentle caress was driving her crazy.
They got to the trailhead and Jacob hopped off and began fumbling with his pack.
'Great now he saw your face and he is embarrassed to be near an old hag like you,' the nasty voice in her mind taunted her.
While he was getting ready, Lisa locked up her bike and took two bottles of wine the friends she had been staying with had given her and slipped them into a folding backpack she kept in her saddle bags.
"You ready yet?" She asked a little shocked at how waspish she sounded.
"Just about. If you want to start off just head down the path," he didn't even look up from his pack, which made Lisa fume, and his ears were bright read She stomped down the trail quite annoyed. Embarrassed was he, just because he got a hard on for an older lady! She froze suddenly realizing what the problem was. He wasn't embarrassed about her, he thought she hadn't noticed his hard cock and he was trying to hide it. As if she could have missed it, hard, between her ass-cheeks. She wondered if he thought she hadn't noticed his gentle explorations either.
What had made her infuriated moments earlier she now thought was adorable. She thought about slowing down and letting him catch up; she thought of stripping naked in the trail, but she decided to play hard to get, literally.
She quickened her pace, thinking that he would never catch her with his pack on. Her aerobics classes kept her in shape, she could stay ahead of him easily.
She was taking a quick break, cussing the sun that had her sweating like a whore on nickel day, assuming Jacob would be resting too, when he suddenly came around the bend.
He had his shirt off, her eyes roamed over his chest, shoulders, arms, abs... he seemed to have cured his "problem". She had to remind herself not to drool as he came closer.
"You bastard, you aren't even sweating, you aren't even out of breath!" she yelled as he got close enough to see clearly, smiling to turn it into a joke.
"I do this every day. Actually, I was getting worried about you; you were faster than I expected. Sorry about that back there I had to..."
"Get things adjusted?"
"Err ... Yeah ... Anyway, our turn off is a bit further up, you need any water, or are you ready to press on?"
"I think I can make it."
Lisa took the lead, hoping he was enjoying the view of her ass in her short shorts since she was deprived of a view of his backside.
She was lost in a daydream; thinking what if would feel like to be naked in those strong arms of his, when his shout interrupted.
"Woah! This is the side trail. Keep going that way you'll end up in Massachusetts."
"Oops I was daydreaming."
"Happens all the time to me."
She followed him down the side trail, at last getting to check out his backside. It proved to be as good as the front, muscular and firm.
The topped a rise and the sight took her breath away. A small stream cascaded over a huge rock, tumbling into an aqua blue pool. Huge pine trees sent their roots over the large moss covered rocks in search of soil. Jacob sat his pack on the blanket of pine needles below one pine and turned to look at her.
"Pretty huh?"
"More like breath taking."
