I hesitated before turning the showerhead off, luxuriating in the wonderful revitalizing spray. And smiling as I recalled the incredible turn of events the last two hours had afforded me. What a day it had been so far...
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I had blasted south on the Harley in ever increasing heat for almost seven hours, planning to meet up with four friends in Bardstown Kentucky, then to continue our southern journey together. Out lofty goal was to get somewhere south of Nashville before nightfall. And I wondered if this was to happen, as we'd all gotten a later start than anticipated. Cell phone texts kept us in touch.
The last fuel and pee stop revealed even more. My friend Bob cut a rear tire just out of Fort Knox, and rather than risk a repair, he had his bike picked up for a new tire installation. Our plans were now to meet up south of Bowling Green the next morning. So, as I stood in the shade of a BP gas station island in the heat of the late afternoon without thinking another thought, I texted my good friend and old classmate Angelica, a Bardstown resident. "Hey! I'm in town. Buy you dinner tonight?"
It was then that things kicked into high gear, and it dawned on me I might not be in control of my own destiny any longer that day. Rather than receiving a return text, my phone rang and an excited Angelica, driving home from work, enthusiastically accepted. I jotted her address on my gas receipt, and the clerk gave me surprisingly simple directions. Thus, I found myself equal parts overjoyed and bemused as I waited at her door when she pulled up. She parked and ran up to me, oh so cute in a breezy black dress, her legs flashing and utterly fabulous, blonde hair flowing, and still with that deep dimple I remember so well... I stood there at her door in a self conscious pool of road grime and sweat stain.
She'd kissed me quickly, opened the door and as we got into the wonderful cool air she kissed me more deeply. It was then that I KNEW I'd lost control. So with a sheepish request of a shower, I'd grabbed my kit from the Harley, and was bustled off to her bath.
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I stood dripping on her bath mat, looking around unsuccessfully for a towel. I looked under the vanity, then eyed her tiny hand towel then gave up. I cracked the door a few inches and heard some faint singing and the aroma of fresh coffee. "Hey! I'm sorry, I can't find a towel."
I heard her exclaim from a distance then laugh, then footsteps. "I'm sorry! The linen closet in this place is across the hall. My bad..."
Moments later, the end of a fluffy white bath towel, then her hand, appeared through the four inches or so of doorway opening. With thanks, I grabbed the end she proffered, and started wiping my face. Just then she giggled and playfully tugged at her end. Involuntarily, I tightened my grip and tugged back. The towel, now taunt between us, swung the bathroom door wide.
There I stood, naked and dripping, before my grinning friend Angelica, resplendent in her slinky dress. And my cock at that instant in time decided to betray me. The little bastard instantly started to harden.
"Hey, ummm..." was all I could muster. At least I didn't try to cover myself.
She was laughing now, greatly amused at my predicament, and I realized I had absolutely no power over this situation. She pulled my end of the towel from my unresponsive grasp, and flicked it around the back of my neck to pull me closer. I was then molding my wet body to hers, and she to mine. I soon lost vision of her gaze as our lips met in a kiss. Then another, and a third, each more insistent. I then lost all pretense of decorum. What was I to say? That I shouldn't bury my face in the fragrance of her hair, as I was now doing? That I shouldn't just crush her to me in the display of passion that I should have done so many years ago?
After a time, I held her at shoulder length and tried to stabilize my breathing. I looked into her deep brown eyes, that impish half smile. All I could muster was, "Your dress is kind of wet."
"Yeah, but you're nice and dry in the front! Here..."
With my completely hard cock poking her in her tummy, she closed the distance and kissed me again, while taking the towel and moving it from the back of my shoulders, my back, and my butt and as low as she could reach on the backs of my legs. I felt it fall to the floor, as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer yet. I reached low, and grasped her petite butt, filling each hand with her globes. She was smooth and supple and it came to me that she was either without panties, or clad only with a thong underneath.
I had known Angelica since grade school, and had actually kissed this wonderful woman several years back after a luncheon we had. Her kisses were wonderful then, and certainly nothing had changed.
And now? It was the same... and oh so different.
"Your pretty little dress is all wet", I managed, again nuzzling her hair.
She backed away a bit, eyes dancing. "You are soooo right!"
And with that, she reached low, and off it came over her head. She shook out her hair, and the shimmery little dress whispered to the floor behind her, leaving a black thong and a wispy black bra. Into my arms she came again and the kiss was slow and languid. I reveled in the smooth skin of her lower back, and explored all the way up her shoulders. Experimentally, I made claws of my hands and gently scratched the small of her back and worked my way up. With a sharp intake of breath, she arched herself into me, evidently enjoying what I'd done. I ran my fingers to her bra strap and found... nothing. She sensed what I wanted and she reacted, by pushed herself away to afford me access.
