Our first day on the road together starts out less than auspicious. Alice's lawyer has forgotten to get her check for the sale of her business the night before, so we have to wait until 10:00 for him to arrange it through the bank. Then we have to deposit it with her broker and sign all the papers. It is lunchtime by the time we get on the road. It is coming on Noon.
Alice is more upset than I. Her being ticked off keeps my own temper in check. By the time we are a few miles down the road, my attitude mellows out and so has hers. That is until a sheet of rain hangs across the highway like a curtain in front of us. I quickly pull up under an underpass to put on our wet weather gear. We struggle into our gear and ride on through the rain for another hour. We pull off the interstate to fuel up and get some lunch.
There are TVs tuned to various channels around the bar area of the restaurant and I can see the Weather channel radar on one. Our path north is rainy all the way to Rocky Mount. West is clear as soon as we get from under this storm. We explore different options. I get out my cell phone and call a friend in Georgia that owns a cabin at a biker resort. When he answers, I ask if he has room to put us up for a day or two.
He offers me the use of his cabin and tells me to just get the keys at the desk. He will arrange it for us. I thank him and tell him I will stock his fridge for him.
We wait a bit more for the majority of the rain to pass over and get back on the road. We head back south and head west as soon as we can. We ride for a hundred miles and pull over for gas and shuck out of our rain gear.
We hit the highway again and the Sun comes out. We both feel pretty good at the sight.
We get to the resort just at dusk. The girl behind the desk is cute as a button. Her name is Sandy. She hands me the keys to Paul's cabin. We asked if the restaurant requires reservations and are told that it does not. She informs us that tonight there will be a concert by a local group and as Paul's guests we have complementary tickets.
We leave to get settled into the cabin. Alice asks me if I noticed how cute the receptionist was. I respond that I had and for her not to get any ideas tonight. Her and Nancy had about wrung me out over the last three days and I needed a rest.
Paul's "cabin" stretches the definition of a cabin. It is a custom-built two-story log house. I open the door and Alice and I both whistle. It is plush. Everything is high grade. The kitchen has stainless commercial fixtures. The entertainment center is built-in and has anything you can think of. The bedrooms are upstairs.
The master bedroom has a king size bed with rustic log headboard. a matching dresser and armoire. The bathroom is bigger than Alice's studio apartment. A door leads out to a balcony overlooking a stream running behind the cabin.
We drop our bags on the bed and go out to unpack our other gear from the bike. We deposit the rest of our gear in the great room. Alice goes back upstairs while I unhitch the trailer and pull it up next to the bike.
I walk back into the cabin and check out the kitchen. The fridge has several bottles of wine of a local vintage, and several beers. I pull out two beers and head up to find Alice. I hear water running. When I get to the bathroom, I find her in the shower. I slide the door back and hand her beer in. I take a sip from mine, slip out of my clothes and join her.
The shower qualifies as a wet room. It is almost 10 feet long and six feet wide. I set my beer in the corner caddy and grab the washcloth. I soap it up and work over Alice's back. She makes a purring sound as I scrub her back. She turns around and pulls me under the spray.
She takes the washcloth and scrubs my front paying particular attention to my cock. I take the cloth back and scrub her chest and down her stomach and legs. She soaps up her hands and gives my cock and balls another good cleaning. Then she takes the cloth back and washes my legs. We rinse off and kiss under the warm water. She breaks away and turns the water off.
I reach out for towels and hand her one. She turns around and dries her front. I work on her back drying her quickly. We both turn around and she repays the favor. We retrieve our beers and step out wrapping the towels around us.
Alice heads downstairs and I follow. She plops on the couch letting her towel fall open. I sit beside her and reach out for her. She comes readily into my arms.
"Thank you TC, today was wonderful. I've dreamed of doing this for three years. I've just wanted to hit the road with no destination in mind and go wherever the bike pointed. Today, we did just that. On top of that I'm a millionaire and I want to do some living. I've been working my ass off for three years and I need to howl."
She tips her beer back draining it and hands me the empty.
"I'll have another, Sir."
I rise to get her another and she pulls my towel off. The curtains are drawn so I just keep going. I come back with her beer and she gives me a kiss before she takes a sip.
"So, do you want that cute receptionist? I think I can get her for us."
"No, not tonight sweetie. I just want to rest."
She pushes her lower lip out in a pout and said. "Okay, if that's all you want to do."
I lie back in her arms with my head on her breasts. She makes a comfy pillow. She kisses me on the top of my head. In seconds I am asleep.
She wakes me from my nap in time to get ready for dinner. She wears a black leather underwire bra, a matching leather skirt, and flat sandals. She looks yummy. I reach under her skirt and find her to be commando.
I pull on a pair of jeans, boots, and a t-shirt. We walk over to the restaurant and are quickly taken to a table. We have a lovely meal of grilled steaks, baked potatoes, steamed vegetables, and a local red wine. We order a dessert wine and drink that as we kill time until the concert starts.
Alice picks up the check. We walk over to the amphitheater as the MC is starting the night's festivities. The band comes on and the lead singer is gorgeous.
She wears a custom set of leathers with a Native American theme. They are tan leather with lots of pipe beads and fringe. The top is a V-neck vest that emphasizes her ample breasts. Her chaps are matching leather with lots of fringe. She wears only a white thong under them. She has a yummy tush. Matching cowboy boots with silver chains compete the outfit.
Her hair is long, dark, and brown. Alice leans up and whispers in my ear, "I want her."
I look down and shake my head, "Not tonight."
She crosses her arms over her chest, "You don't have to join in. I'm perfectly capable of entertaining her myself. If you want you can watch."
The band is pretty good at covering current pop, country, and rock songs. The small crowd is very appreciative. They play an hour set and take a break. Alice chats the singer up. They quickly make friends. Several of the other band members try to make a move on Alice, but she brushes them off. She comes back to me as the band starts back up.
"Her name is Suzy and she's a local girl. She's single. I don't think she's bi, but she may be curious. She spent an awful lot of time staring at my breasts. She also doesn't have any plans for tonight after the gig."
