The dust was billowing all around as Sara shifted the gears of her hog, a soft tail Harley Davidson that always left her damp between the legs from the pulsating rumble of its mighty engine. She got why people loved to ride motorcycles so much, the power one felt beneath them as they controlled such a beast was awesome!
Sara had been traveling across the blistering desert, in a heat that would choke the devil, for going on five hours when she came to a small hole-in-the-wall town. This small isolated place sprung up from nowhere as if it was calling to her to take a rest. The village was so tiny and desolate if you blinked your eyes you might miss it. She couldn't believe such a small and pretty place could exist out in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. She noticed the place was immaculate, though not many businesses the ones that were there had manicured lawns. As she passed a family restaurant, her stomach growled at the sight reminding her it had been quite awhile since her last meal. She eased the big machine into the parking lot, picked her spot then silenced the thunderous engine. As she climbed off the bike she could feel the stiffening knots that had formed in her back and arms. She made her way to the door on unsteady legs, still feeling the commanding vibrations the hog caused. She felt the invigorating coolness of the blasting air conditioner, goose bumps formed on the back of her neck like a pack of mosquito bites all perfectly aligned, as she opened the door.
Sara took her seat near the back of the eatery and looked at the menu. The waitress was quick to take her order, a pleasant lady with a strong true southern accent. As she left Sara could see the trail of many hard years in the trade mapped out in the varicose veins that traveled their spaghettied path over the hostess's legs. Only five other patrons sat in the place and Sara could feel all of their eyes on her. She knew instantly they were tagging her as a lesbian. She got that all the time when she rode her Harley. It didn't help that after five hours of hard road her face had been darkened from the dust. Her leather outfit and her short tight hair cut, the top all spiky madness also made her stand out.
Yep, the folks eating their home cooked meals in this home cooked establishment would most definitely peg Sara as a lesbian. She laughed inward at the thought. The customers would be surprised if they met her in different surroundings. When not riding her hog Sara was a picture of femininity, her features soft with bright eyes and a demeanor as bubbly as a high school cheerleader.
Sara was no lesbian; at least she didn't think she was. It never really entered her mind, she had dated and engaged in sexual relations with many men in the past but lately sex didn't even enter the picture. She was more sexless than sexual. Not that she didn't enjoy sex either she love it! Just lately she couldn't get turned on by either men or women by just looking at them. She had not a single smidge of lust garb at her when she watched people, no impure thoughts could be mustered.
She finished her scrumptious meal, country fried chicken with mashed potatoes and a side garden salad. As she was cutting into her fresh apple pie the waitress asked her if she wanted a refill on her iced tea. Sara declined but asked the waitress if she knew of a place where she could take a shower and maybe rack out for the night. The hostess told her the town had no motels but there was a place that took in weary travelers, the Summerton Home. Finishing her pie washing it down with the last swallow of drink Sara got the directions to the Summerton Home and left the pleasing restaurant.
Sara climbed on her bike; she loved the ride a great deal, she just wished she would have started to ride earlier in her life. Sara became independently wealthy when her parents died in a horrible head on crash ten years earlier. She didn't want the headaches of running a lumber mill so she sold it off making close to six million dollars. As soon as the deal was completed Sara bought her first bike and took lessons. Soon she was fully qualified and found herself tearing down the open roads. She packed away the concept of time never again to be a slave to scheduling.
Now thirty nine Sara was proud of her well kept figure, she garnered stares from men and women alike. She had the perfect hour glass figure, a body of a time forgotten, you would think her to be a sixties Hollywood starlet, that is of course as long as she wasn't wearing her biker gear.
Sara roared into the drive of the Summerton Home, a quaint place with a white picket fence and matching shutters. She made her way up the stairs and noticed a sign in the window that said "travelers welcome".
She rang the bell and was greeted by a stunning young blond girl who introduced herself as Margaret but quickly added that Sara could call her Maggie. Maggie was around five foot five; a full four inches shorter than Sara, her silky hair flowed softly to the middle of her tiny waist. Maggie had bright green mysterious eyes, almost cat like. Sara couldn't help but notice the ample breasts Maggie carried, probably the same size as her own but they seemed much more pronounced on account of her small stature.
