I'm not one to kiss and tell but what happened last summer has to be shared. First off, I enjoy riding adventure sport motorcycles on long trips. My rule is not to take any interstate highways which means I mostly ride on little known back roads and trails. Last summer a few of my riding buddies planned on meeting up at Medicine, Wyoming then riding north along the Continental Divide. Being we live all over the United States and me being the closest to our ride, I had to set up for the trip... Meaning, I'd leave a few days earlier.
Crossing Nebraska is boring! Nothing but cornfields and small towns (some nearly ghost towns) for over 400 miles. As the sun was slowly sinking on the highway ahead of me, I noticed a small ticking noise which grew louder and louder with each mile. I pulled into the Ramble Rose Café in a town that probably had all of 100 people and miles from no where. As I rolled to a stop the rear wheel of my BMW 1200GS locked up, skidding the rear wheel to a full stop.
The weathered sign read "Gas, Food, Service" I had no idea what service they offered but I'd soon find out.
Shedding my helmet and riding jacket, I dismounted and started looking for the problem with the bike. The bike has a drive shaft instead of a chain and I suspected that something broke in the shaft housing... and it wasn't going to be a quick fix. I decided to take advantage of the café to have a bite and to ponder my options. I was greeted at the door by this gorgeous woman who seemed out of place... in her 30's with blonde curly hair, blue eyes and a tall very shapely body. Without doubt she could have been a model with her friendly smile and beautiful face. She asked if I'd like a seat and took me to one of the booths in the empty café. She handed me a menu and asked about my bike. I told her about the trip and what I suspected was wrong with the bike. I placed my order and when she returned to my booth I asked if they had a mechanic. She paused and told me that her and her Mom ran the place and while the sign still said service, they didn't have a mechanic for the garage. I could see the trouble in here eyes and asked if she's like to sit, being they didn't have any other customers. Surprisingly, she did and proceeded to introduce herself as Kim and to tell me the plight of her family. Her Dad had died 10 years earlier and her Mom and her ran the place alone since then. They barely got by; they had enough money to pay a part-time cook and a man who changed oil and tires on the weekends. Amazingly she bounced right back from her gloom with a big smile with a sound of a bell and told me my dinner is ready. She returned with my food and left the café to attend to a person who had pulled up to the pump.
I finished dinner, just as a few other people came in. I paid the bill and left a big tip on the table, yeah I'm a sucker for a sob story. Returning to the bike I knew I'd have a difficult task ahead of me. After an hour of work, I was running out of light but revealed the problem and the broken part. An older woman came up to me, introducing herself as Rose the owner. Like her daughter, she was a stunning woman, tall with a knock out body with much bigger breasts than her daughter and not quite as slim. The other difference was her auburn hair and of course age... which wasn't easy to judge but I suspected her to be in her late 50's. The mother and daughter personalities were the same friendly and slightly flirty. She told me I could move the bike into the garage to work on it. I didn't hesitate and accepted the offer immediately. Rose told me that I was welcome to use the tools and if I needed anything just to ask. I knew I was done for the day, I wouldn't be able to get a part and the nearest BMW was in Omaha, six hours away. I told Rose I couldn't do much more tonight and she invited me to have a beer with her. I cleaned up in the restroom and sat down with her in a corner booth. She had a cold long neck bottle of beer waiting. We talked at ease without customers and drank one beer after another. Rose was easy to talk to and I enjoyed her rather bawdy banter with a few beers in her. Being a gentleman, I told her I should get checked into a motel. As the words slipped my mouth it dawned on me that there might not be a hotel in the small town. My concern was quickly answered with her haughty laugh.
"Maybe a park bench?" I asked.
She said, from time to time she'll let a room out in her house to someone broke down. With that said she beckoned me to the door as she turned out the lights and grabbed a six pack of beer from the cooler. I offered to pay for the beer and the bar tab but she wouldn't hear it. Walking to her pick-up truck her hand firmly grabbed my ass and laughed at me as I jumped. It was friendly gesture and she was more than a little tipsy.
Her house was literally two minutes away and on the edge of town. I knew from talking in the café that her daughter lived with her along with her two kids. Rose led me into the house through the side door and into the kitchen. We talked a little more at the kitchen table and shared another beer. It was getting late and I could use a shower and a bed. Rose showed me my room and told me that her daughter and kids live up stairs. She then showed me the bathroom and where I could find towels. As she left, she told me that her bedroom was at the end of the hall if I needed anything. I skipped the proverbial cold shower and went straight to hot, allowing the water to soak the grime out and to relax the tired muscles. Exiting the shower I noticed my clothes were gone... I dried and wrapped a towel around my waist. Rose met me in the hall and told me she had taken my clothes to wash them. She invited me to sit with her while she waited to throw my clothes in the drier. What could I say after all she was doing me a favor. She led me to the couch and left the room returning with two more beers. She handed me a beer, turned the TV on and sat next to me. She was in a teasing mood and flipped through the channels with the remote pausing on a TVMA show on HBO. It was a show about making porn movies and the stars. The scene was pretty hot with a naked woman and two men fucking and sucking, though it didn't blatantly show the details. It was enough to have my cock stirring and I suspected it was Rose's intent. She changed the channel again and I drew a deep breath of relief in case I read Rose wrongly. When she stopped on a pay per view adult channel and clicked on her choice... I think the title was Gang Bang Sluts.
"My my Rose you are shameless." I chided.
She smiled at me as she drank down the rest of her beer then whispered in my ear "I need to slip into something more comfortable... don't go anywhere."
The movie was the typical no plot fuck and suck movie that started with a group of naked guys and a trashy brunette woman telling the man behind the camera she needed to be fucked. Then one man went down on her while two men offered their cocks to her waiting mouth. I knew that my own cock was making a tent out of my towel.
Rose came back into the room wearing a thin white cotton nightshirt that said "Got Cream?"
Readily, I could tell Rose's tits were large and her nipples well positioned in front and hard. As I watched her slip into the kitchen I could see she wasn't wearing panties as here ass moved with every step. She stopped in front of the refrigerator parted her legs, opened the door and bent over at the waist which exposed her well rounded ass. She extracted two beers and returned to the couch. She held both cold bottles to each nipple, making them nice and hard and the cotton fabric translucent.
