This story is a longer version of a story I entered into the "2020 April Fool's" competition. A few people commented that my entry was too short. The trouble was that, if I had added to it, then this would have detracted from the 'twist' that was key to my "April Fool's" plot.
So here is a slightly longer version which isn't really about April Fool's now.
M4bloke
****** PART 1 ******
Lee Parker rested the Harley Panhead chop on its jiffy stand, stood up and swung his leg off the bike. It had been a long afternoon in the saddle and although Lee was only in his early thirties his back still ached from the miles he'd put in that day. His bike looked fantastic but the lack of rear suspension made the ride unforgiving.
The motel he'd stopped at was an unremarkable building on the outskirts of Jennings, Louisiana, just off the interstate. Like many similar buildings it had been built for a different age. But it was clean and within walking distance of a bar and a diner so, what more did he need? Lee took off his helmet and walked into the reception.
The young receptionist noticed him instantly. It was hard not to. At six foot two, the ex-Army Ranger was easily seen in any room. He'd lost none of his physique since becoming a civilian and it helped that he had a rough and ready charm about him.
"Can I get a room Miss?" Lee asked politely. "On the ground floor, with space for my bike outside please."
"Of course," the receptionist replied, toying with her blonde hair as she did. She was perhaps twenty two and pretty, in a slightly girly sort of way. Judging by her current career choice however, she was probably destined to spend her life in this dead end town. Lee felt sorry for her.
"Are you headed anywhere nice?" she asked innocently.
"New Orleans for a bit of R&R," he replied.
"You're a bit late for Mardi Gras."
"Apparently they're still serving alcohol," he said and the receptionist giggled.
"Are you on your own?" she asked coyly.
"I'm meeting up with my buddies on the way."
"Well if there's anything you need..." she said leaving the offer hanging.
"Thank you."
Lee paid cash up front and the girl gave him his room key. Then, firing up his Harley, he rode the short distance to the space outside his room and, after chaining the bike up, carried his kit bag inside. The room was hot and muggy and Lee played about with the thermostat until the air-con came on. Then he took off his jacket and unclipped the shoulder holster containing his trusty Glock.
Placing the gun in the room safe along with his bike keys and his credit cards he wondered about what to do with his knife. In the end he put it in the safe too. He didn't want trouble and if you carried it then you had to be prepared to use it. He couldn't see himself needing it here.
Lee lay back on the bed, closed his eyes for five minutes and found himself thinking of the young receptionist. At first, he imagined her on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock. Then, when he was through with this scenario, it morphed into standing her up against a wall and him taking her from behind.
It was this mental picture that Lee carried with him into the shower and after lathering his cock he wanked himself off while imagining what it would be like to fuck her. He could feel himself massaging her breasts as he pushed himself into her and in his mind he could imagine her responding to his touch, pushing herself onto his shaft and riding him until inevitably he emptied himself into her.
The reality of Lee's solo session was less glamorous but, in truth, the climax was only marginally less satisfying. Lee's cum splattered against the shower tray in thick globules before being washed down the plug hole. He squeezed the last drops of cum out of his cock then quickly peed. It had been a few days since he'd last had a wank and much longer since he'd been with an actual woman. He really did need to do something about that. How long had it been now?
In truth it had been a little over a year since Lee had last had sex. The last time had been a few days before finding out that his wife of ten years had been unfaithful, with a realtor of all people. Ironically he'd found out on April Fool's day that she'd been cheating on. Since settling in Austin five years ago, while he'd worked night and day starting his fledgling motorcycle repair business, she'd been going with the realtor behind his back.
As part of an April Fool's joke Lee had come home early to surprise his wife, only to find the realtor fucking her in their marital bed. Lee had lost it and beat the guy to within an inch of his life. He'd dropped him off on his own doorstep and made sure the realtor's wife knew what had been going on. Then he came back home, helped his wife pack a few belongings and left the rest up to the lawyers.
Since then Lee had dedicated himself to his business and to his brothers in the motorcycle club that he was now president of, "The Brotherhood of Lost Souls" or "Souls" for short. They weren't hard-core, just a bunch of almost exclusively ex-servicemen who enjoyed riding bikes. At least that was what they told themselves. Although open to anyone who wanted to prospect for them, the truth was that you probably weren't going to fit in if you were a civilian.
For most, the club offered the support and comradeship that many of its members found hard to find in to civilian life. For a few who had been damaged by PTSD or survivor guilt it was quite literally a lifeline. The other clubs tolerated them, not just because they were neutral and a threat to nobody but also because they were effectively a small, well trained army.
After drying himself off, Lee put on a clean tee shirt and walked over to the diner across the street. As he passed the motel reception the young receptionist smiled at him and he smiled back. If only she knew what he'd just been doing to her, he thought to himself.
The diner was busy, but at eight o'clock most of the people in it were close to finishing their meals. A weary looking middle aged waitress took Lee's order but when he gave her one of his smiles she perked up just a little bit. Lee ordered a steak with all the trimmings and when it arrived he demolished it in record time. When the waitress took away his plate she came back moments later with a huge piece of pie.
"You look like you need feeding up honey. It's on the house."
"Thank you Ma'am, that's very kind of you."
"You ex-military?"
"Army Ranger. Ten years."
"My husband was a marine."
"Was ma'am?"
"He died in a truck wreck on the interstate seven years ago."
"I'm sorry."
"Thank you. Where're you headed soldier?"
"New Orleans for a few days then back to Austin."
"Just you?"
"I'm meeting my brothers tomorrow."
"I meant, no old lady?"
"There hasn't been one of those for a while now."
"Fine looking man, like you?" Then she added, "Don't worry son, I'm not hitting on you."
Lee laughed.
"Actually, tomorrow is the first anniversary of the day I found my wife in bed with another man."
"April Fool's day. That's ironic. But don't let that define the rest of your life, son. There are plenty of good women out there. Sometimes you've just got to take a chance."
"I guess you're right ma'am, thank you."
"I'm Sandra by the way."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Sandra. I'm Lee."
Lee thanked her again for the pie and made sure he left a good tip when he made his way out of the diner and over to the bar.
If the diner had been family friendly then the bar certainly wasn't. There were a few bikes as well as a variety of trucks outside and while Lee was glad he wasn't wearing his cut, he was having second thoughts about being completely unarmed. But he was thirsty and so he took his place at the bar and minded his own business. It wasn't long before his solitude was interrupted however.
"Buy a girl a drink?" the pert looking brunette asked as she sat on the stool beside him.
"Sure," he replied and catching the eye of the bartender he said, "Whatever the lady's having."
"I've not seen you here before," she said.
