About six months had gone by since my wife of 20 years had lost her battle with cancer. After trying to drink my self stupid and nearly screwing up what was left of my life, I found myself thinking about getting another motorcycle. This was a passion of mine that had been given up to have the time to raise kids, and to keep peace with my wife who was terrified by them. It was cheaper than therapy, and I was tired of the taste of whiskey!
Of course being a middle aged guy with some miles on me and some riding experience there was only one choice. A big shiny Harley soon shared the garage with a tame sedan. Took a while to get my road sense back, but I was soon able to ride all day long. Really helped me get my mind clear and sort out the mixed feelings I was struggling with. I even found and reconnected with several friends from previous riding days.
After a couple months of hanging out and riding with these old buddies they began to ask me when I wanted to get "back into the saddle". Meaning how soon did I think I'd be ready for some female company. I avoided that question. Actually I was a bit worried about anything in that regard, it had been over 20 years since I had been looking for any action and the last couple years had made me wonder if I was still "up" for that any more.
Eventually the guys (Paul, Little Mike, Gary and Crazy Jerry) just started lining up women for me to take along on our frequent rides or runs. They were all married and sometimes one or more had the wife along with us. There seemed to be no shortage of ladies in the right age range who wanted to go for a ride; or at least my buddies wives thought so. After a few test rides I hadn't succumbed to any of the sometime not subtle advances from the revolving line-up of passengers that had been arranged for me to choose from.
One bright early spring Saturday found me answering the phone while still in bed; it was Kari, a recent passenger who was eager to spend all day on the backseat working on her tan. I agreed to come by and pick her up in about an hour. A quick shower, no shave and I was out the door, 80 degrees and mostly sunny a perfect riding day in eastern Kansas.
Kari was waiting outside looking over the garden in her front yard when I arrived. She was looking very hot that morning. Skin tight levi's (no visible panty line to be found), snug fitting pink tank top, riding boots and multi-colored bandana. Kari is about 5'2, strawberry blonde, probably 160lbs or so, in all the right places, and large (40d?) breasts, quite a change from my late wife who was 5'8 and easily 190.
She greeted me with a hug, telling me she really needed to just get out and relax for as long as possible. I gave her an extra tight hug and enjoyed the feel of those boobs on my side. She stepped back and asked if I liked what I saw?
"Better than I deserve!"
She laughed and told me I'd really like what else she wanted to show me later. With those thoughts in mind we headed out.
Out of town west on hwy 4, north on 99 and a gas stop later and it was time to take a break. We rolled into a small roadside park close to the road, swung off the bike and took a long pull on the soda's we'd grabbed at the gas station.
She leaned into me breathing deeply and said "You have no clue how much I like riding or how hot it makes me feel".
She ran one hand across my stomach and he other up and down my back. I did what felt right and pulled her even closer for a kiss, it felt like it lasted minutes, and might have if a passing truck didn't blow the horn with a shout of "Get a room..." carrying to us.
Not one to waste time Kari's hand dropped to the front of my jeans and squeezing the erection that surprised me she said "Hmmmmmm, guess you do like me too?"
