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Two Wheel Desires Ch. 01

By: Sweetcheekss



Arriving at the Regency Building, just off I-69, on the northeast side of Indianapolis, I checked my watch before exiting the car.

"7:20, same as yesterday." I thought to myself. "I can't believe how regimented my life has become."

Grabbing my purse and tan leather attaché, I strode briskly towards the front of the four-story building. Constructed of poured white concrete and dark tinted glass, it seemed like I spent more time at work than I did at home.

"I've got to get out of this rut." I thought, pulling one of the huge glass doors open. "Life is going to pass me by and I won't have a thing to show for it but a big bank account."

"Woohoo!" Exclaimed our receptionist, Evelyn Saunders, when she saw me approaching.

The stocky black woman had been Regency Investment Group's receptionist for almost twenty-five years, rarely missing a day of work. Evelyn was my one bright ray of sunshine that I looked forward to each morning. 

"Did that skirt come with a warning label? She jested with a big grin as she donned her headset.

"It's too short, isn't it?" I replied, blushing. "I knew it was too short when I bought it!"

The tan business suit, one of a dozen I owned, did look great on me. I'll have to admit that, even though the skirt was much shorter than what I was used to wearing.

"No! No!" Evelyn responded. "Not with those legs, Hon!"

"If I had legs like yours I'd be showing them off every chance I got." She added. "I bet your husband hated to see you leave home this morning."

"He didn't even notice me." I countered. "He was too busy polishing his damn golf clubs. He's going off on another of his golfing junkets with his buddies this weekend."

"Maybe you oughta take up golfing?" Evelyn suggested. "I bet he'd notice you then."

"Just between you and me, I don't really care if he notices me or not." I confessed, trying my best not to display a frown. "The more we're apart, the better we get along."

"Well, there's more to life than just working all the time." Evelyn stated. "I know you've been working weekends and staying late of an evening." 

"I know, I know." I agreed. "That why I'm giving serious consideration to buying a motorcycle."

"YOU! On a motorcycle!" Evelyn exclaimed. "Now that's a sight I've got to see!" 

"Well, don't hold your breath." I asserted. "I'm just considering it. I haven't made up my mind just yet."

"You gonna get some tattoos and join a biker gang?" Evelyn kidded.

"Hmmm. I never thought about that." I replied with a laugh. "I just might."

An incoming call interrupted our conversation. Giving Evelyn a wave, I proceeded towards the elevator, heading to my fourth floor, corner office. Our morning conversations were sometimes the highlight of my day. The rest of my workday was usually spent in meetings, monitoring our investments or chatting with our most prestigious investors. It was all business, all damn day long!

Even though I'd just turned thirty-two, I often felt more like fifty-two. At least I still had a good figure, not as great as when I attended college but not far from it. At five foot, seven, my weight was well within proportion. My shoulder-length blonde hair I was considering having cut to a short shag to make it easier to care for and manage. My once bright green eyes seemed to have faded over the past two years along with my vision. I blamed both on way too many hours staring at computer monitors and investment reports. I'd resigned myself to wearing gradient tinted eyeglasses to help relieve the stress on my vision.

Stepping off the elevator, I ran into Frank Bauer, Regency Investment Group's president and CEO. He smiled even though I could immediately tell he didn't quite approve of my business suit. His sturdy figure and grey-black, salt and pepper hair gave him a threatening but distinguished look. 

"Got a minute?" He asked, putting his arm around my waist. "There's a couple of things I need to cover with you before I take off for a long weekend."

"Sure Dad." I answered with a smile. "Your office or mine?"

"Let's go to your office." He replied. "The coffee bar's closer to your office."

Stopping at the coffee bar, my father fixed us both a cup of coffee before proceeding on. It was my second cup of the day but certainly wouldn't be my last. I was addicted to caffeine and nicotine, my only two vices. I drank coffee by the pot and smoked cigarettes like they were going out of style. I thought of both of them as substitutes for sex, which I wasn't experiencing nearly enough.

My husband, Gary and I slept in separate bedrooms, which was his idea, not mine. He claimed I bothered him too much toss and turning. I don't think he realized it was because I needed his attention and affection. Sex was something we engaged in every few months or so, usually after he'd been out drinking with his friends or watching porno movies.

Entering my office, I set about booting up the bank of three computers on my L-shaped desk.

"Don't you think that skirt's a bit too short for someone your age?" My father remarked, pointing at the hemline. "Not to mention for someone in your position?"

"Oh...I've still got the legs for short skirts." I responded, trying to brush off the comment. "Beside, you never know when showing them off might influence one of our major investors."

"That's not the way we do business!" My father retorted. "The Regency Investment Group was founded on good, solid investment strategies with integrity and honest business practices. As the vice-president of this firm, you're expected you to uphold those values."

"Cut the sermon Dad!" I interrupted before he could say anything more. "I was only kiddin' for Christ's sake."

We spent the next hour and a half going over some new investments we were considering and discussing financial reports. It was starting off like just another typical day. 

Sitting behind my desk, I couldn't help but be occasionally distracted by one of my screensavers. It was one of those Harley-Davidson screensavers from their website. It displayed several of their models even though only a couple struck my interest. My imagination went so far as to allow me to picture myself sitting astride a low-slung, extended fork chopper. Common sense brought me back to reality, knowing a chopper was out of the question.

Settling in with my third cup of coffee of the morning, I scanned the stock and money markets for any changes that needed closer scrutiny. Nothing much out of the ordinary seemed to be happening. With the firm's numerous and large amounts of money invested in commercial real estate, I decided to review the week's report on our holdings. Leaning back in my comfortable, leather chair, I propped my feet up on the desk.

"Kaitlyn, have you got a minute to speak with Trey Morgan?" Heather Gibson inquired, standing in the doorway.

"Yeah. Sure." I responded, looking up from the report. 

Heather had been my secretary for just a short time but she seemed to be working out great. Her only bad habit was spending a little too much time primping her hair and make-up, which she did at least a dozen times a day. Heather was drop-dead gorgeous at twenty-one and five foot, nine with coal black hair that fell halfway down her back. She had the figure most women would give up an intense orgasm for. Her breasts were perfect and her legs long and slender. She had the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen, which captivated your attention.

Trey Morgan stepped into my office just as I was swinging my feet down to the floor. There was no doubt he got a good, long look at my legs. His eyes seemed fixated on my skirt's short hemline.

"Hope I didn't come by at a bad time." Trey muttered, still staring at my legs.

"Not really." I replied. 

"Have a seat." I offered, gesturing to the casual chairs in front of my desk.

His eyes finally diverted their attention away from my legs as he walked towards the leather chairs. I took advantage of the moment to scan Trey's tall, masculine form. Even though he was wearing his work clothes uniform, I could tell he had a fairly muscular build. His slacks fit him snug, showing off his tight butt.

"Oh yeah!" I thought to myself. "I'd definitely kiss those asscheeks!" 

As he sat looking at me, I took a minute to take in his extremely handsome facial features, especially his cold steel blue eyes and rugged complexion, not to mention the small cleft in his chin. His dark hair looked thick and rich, the kind you love running your fingers through. Trey was one of our maintenance technicians, skilled at doing just about everything. I wasn't sure but I thought he was either twenty-two or twenty-three. I also remembered hearing he was engaged.

"Lucky Bitch!" I thought, allowing my jealousy to get the better of me.

"Is this business or pleasure?" I asked, breaking the silence. "Should I close my door?"

"Oh no!" Trey answered. "I just thought I'd stop by and...well, Evelyn mentioned something about you buying a motorcycle."

"Oh yeah!" I laughed. "I'm not sure if I'm really gonna buy one or not. It seems a little stupid...I mean, for someone my age, don't ya think?"

"Geez! No!" Trey countered. "There's more babes buying bikes now than ever. They're not just riding along as passengers anymore. They're gettin' their hands on the handlebars and taking control."

"I'm a little past the babe stage." I affirmed, feeling myself blushing. "I was thinking I might be a little too old."

"Nah. No way." Trey contradicted with a big smile. "I could see you ridin' a hog, even a chopper.

"A Big Dog or maybe a Vengeance!" I exclaimed, laughing.

"Sounds like you've been watching a lot of cable TV shows on motorcycling." Trey assumed. "You might wanna consider a Harley-Davidson though. Choppers aren't as easy to ride as they look."

"I've been shopping online at the Harley-Davidson website whenever I get a chance." I confessed. "I'm not sure which bike would be right for me though."

"Well, the Sportster is about the least expensive if you want something on the small side." Trey stated. "But you'd probably get tired of it after awhile."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking." I agreed. "I don't want something in a starter bike. That's pretty much what a Sportster is. I've ridden before, although it was back in my college days."

"That's cool." Trey stated. "At least you've got some experience on the pegs."

"Well, it was a small Honda." I clarified. "I think it was a Rebel or something."

"Nothing wrong with a Honda." Trey avowed. "They're not bad motorcycles. They're just not a Harley."

The two of us sat for over an hour talking about motorcycles, not paying any attention to the time or other tasks we should be working on.

"I've got a friend who's a salesman at Richert Harley-Davidson up in Kokomo." Trey stated. "They're having a sale this weekend if you're interested."

"Hmmm. Maybe I oughta drive up there and see what they've got." I asserted. "It wouldn't hurt to at least take a look."

"If you're really interested, I'd be happy to go up there with ya." Trey suggested. "I can introduce you to Rick and make sure he treats you right."

I took a minute to consider Trey's offer. Maybe I was thinking more about spending time with him than I was about the purpose of going to the dealership. I felt myself being entranced more and more by his fantastic looks and charm.

"Sure. Why not?" I finally responded. "What time and where do you wanna meet?"

"Well, they're talking showers tomorrow so we'd probably better drive up." Trey replied. "My fiancé wants to use my truck to help move her sister so you'd have to drive."

"That's not a problem." I spoke up. "I can drive."

Trey jotted down his address in Westfield. It was right off Highway Thirty-One on the way to Kokomo. We agreed I'd pick him up at 9:00am the next morning.

I spent the rest of the day trying to concentrate on business matters but my mind kept drifting off to the next day's trip to the Harley-Davidson dealership with Trey. I was still unsure about purchasing a motorcycle but I felt I was closer now than ever to actually buying one. I hoped, with Trey's help, I could find one that was best suited for me.

Saturday morning, the weather was just as Trey had predicted. It was raining hard when I left my waterfront home in Geist. By the time I pulled into Trey's driveway in Westfield it had slowed to a constant drizzle. 

For the day's activities, I'd selected a silver satin blouse and black leather slacks that fit me like a glove. As usual, I'd slipped on black high-heels to give my height a little boost. I wanted to look my best but not too provocative for Trey. 

I didn't count on meeting Trey's fiancé, Michelle but she was at his home when I arrived. She looked me up and down from head to toe when Trey introduced us. She was very cute and very young, not much over nineteen, if that. She was about my height with long brown hair. She had a great figure, her slender waist being her most prominent asset. Her breasts were small but they didn't take anything away from her girlish figure.

"I like your outfit." Michelle complimented me. "Very...sexy."

I thanked her, trying my best not to blush from embarrassment. 

"That outfit's definitely gonna get you a good deal on a bike." Trey remarked putting his arm around Michelle's waist and pulling her tight against him.

"Yeah. I'm sure it will." Michelle added in a snide tone. "Rick likes older women."

"What a bitch!" I thought. "She surely can't be jealous of me, not with her figure!"

Once Trey and I were on our way north my nerves settled down with a cigarette. As traffic thinned out I was able to run the speed limit on the four-lane highway.

"Man, this car is one, sweet ride." Trey commented, running his hand over the soft leather seats of my Mercedes SL500 roadster.

"Yeah. It's not bad." I agreed, resting my hand on the gearshift knob. "The depreciation isn't nearly as bad as a lot of other cars on the market."

"I bet not." Trey asserted, gently resting his hand over mine. "Sort of like a Harley. The depreciation is hardly noticeable if you take care of it and don't tear it up."

"What about a chopper?" I asked. "I'm betting they depreciate a lot the first few years."

"Yeah, for the most part they do." Trey replied, squeezing my hand just a little. "You'd look really hot on a chopper though. It'd be worth the expense."

"I bet you were really hot when you were Michelle's age." He remarked with a sly grin.

"Hah! Not really!" I laughed. "I was...let's just say I was slow in developing."

Rather quickly, I thought of a couple of questions about motorcycles to get the conversation diverted away from anything sexual. Trey removed his hand from on top of mine, allowing my nerves to settle a little, although I did miss his touch.

Richert's Harley-Davidson dealership was located just off the highway at the southern edge of Kokomo. Pulling into the parking lot, I couldn't help but notice all the motorcycles parked in front of the building. The rain had stopped halfway there and it must have really brought out the riders.

I took a deep breath before exiting the car, still a little unsure if I was making the right decision.

"Don't be so nervous." Trey asserted, putting his hand to the small of my back. "These Harleys won't bite you."

Stepping into the large showroom, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There were so many motorcycles on display I couldn't decide which to look at first. Trey and I started walking down the first row, scanning over each bike and checking price tags. Most of them were indeed on sale with prices marked down several hundred to a thousand dollars.

We weren't the only ones looking at motorcycles. The dealership was packed with people shopping for bikes, accessories and clothing.

"I'll go see if I can find Rick." Trey commented, leaving me to shop by myself. "Don't be afraid to sit on any of the bikes if you see one you like."

I did just that, sitting astride several of the new Harleys in the crowded showroom. Some felt way too big; others actually felt a little small for me. I continued looking at the bikes, mingling with the other customers.

"Rick's tied up with a customer right now." Trey stated, returning to my side. "Have you seen any that you liked?"

"All of them!" I exclaimed with a grin as I checked out the price tag on a new Electra-Glide. "Although I'm not much into the touring bikes."

"If you're like me you'd probably be a lot happier with a street bike." He suggested. "Maybe a Fat Boy or a Heritage Softail."

"They're great around town, riding out in the country and even interstate riding." He added. "Or maybe a Dyna Lowrider, a Wide Glide or a Super Glide."

"There's just too many models to pick from!" I exclaimed. "They all look great!"

After drifting into the area where the used bikes were on display, I saw what Trey meant when he said Harley-Davidsons hold their value. The prices weren't very much lower than the sale prices on the new bikes in the showroom.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." A male voice spoke up, approaching from behind. 

I turned around to see a tall, young man in his mid-twenties extending his hand to Trey. He was quite good-looking for a man built like a linebacker. He was very muscular with dirty blonde hair and soft green eyes.

"Rick, I'd like you to meet Kaitlyn McConnell." Trey affirmed. "She's my boss and next to the top dog at the Regency Investment Group."

Rick extended his hand to clasp mine. I couldn't help but notice my hand seemed trapped in his.

"Welcome to Richert Harley-Davidson." Rick greeted with a sly grin. "You look like you're ready to put some excitement between your legs?"

"Yeah. But I might buy a motorcycle first." I quipped without thinking. 

Both Trey and Rick caught my witty remark, laughing out loud. I stifled my laughter, blushing beet red.

Rick asked me several questions about the type of riding I wanted to do. Answering them as best I could, helped narrow down the choices. Price wasn't really a factor but I wasn't going to allow myself to spend more money than I felt I should.

"I'd go with a Low Rider or a Fat Boy." Rick suggested. They're both fantastic rides and about the same price."

"How much?" I asked, taking his suggestion seriously.

"You're looking at about eighteen-thousand sticker but I can probably discount either one five-hundred dollars and give you fifteen percent off on any accessories and clothes you want to purchase."

"What about a Screamin' Eagle Fat Boy?" Trey inquired. "If Kaitlyn's gonna go with a Fat Boy, the Eagle would be the smart investment."

"Yep, sure would. But you're looking at another ten grand." Rick stated. "I've only got one left in stock. The rest are all sold and we're not sure when we're gonna get another shipment."

Both guys looked at me to see if I was interested. Even though we'd narrowed down my choices, I still felt somewhat overwhelmed with all the bikes to choose from. Spending almost twenty-eight thousand dollars for a motorcycle didn't seem like a very smart move.

"Well...I guess it wouldn't hurt to look at it." I muttered hesitantly. "I don't see myself spending that much money though."

Rick escorted Trey and I out through the service area. Again, I was dumbfounded by all the motorcycles at the dealership. Worming our way through the maze of bikes, we made our way to the back of the shop.

The Screamin' Eagle Fat Boy was shrouded with a custom-made cover. As soon as Rick took the cover off I knew I had to have it. The Autumn Haze and Abyss Blue motorcycle was chromed out to the hilt. Rick prattled on with his salespitch but I wasn't listening. I was too busy lightly brushing my fingertips over the handlebars, gas tank and leather seat. 

Swinging my leg over the fender I sat down in the seat and righted the bike off its kickstand. The balance felt absolutely perfect. My knees were bent slightly, allowing me to manage the weight of the bike with little effort.


Two Wheel Desires Ch. 01



Trey straddled the front fender of the bike, firmly grasping the center of the handlebars.

"Put your feet up on the running boards." He commanded. "I'll hold the bike in balance."

Even with my high-heels on, my feet felt in position. 

"How's it feel?" Trey asked. 

"Wonderful!" I exclaimed, letting my excitement show.

"How much?" I inquired, looking over at Rick.

"The sales manager won't let us go below twenty-eight grand on it." Rick answered. "It's just too hot an item to discount."

"But I'll get you a twenty-five percent discount on any clothing and accessory items you want." He added. "I'm sure you'll want to do a little shopping while you're here."

"I'll take it!" I boldly stated. "How soon can I take delivery?"

"She's ready to roll right now." Rick replied. "She's fully serviced and inspected. All you need to do is top off the gas tank."

I eased the bike back onto its kickstand and dismounted from the motorcycle.

"Let me write you a check for the bike, then I'll do some shopping." I stated, still excited.

After taking care of the bike purchase and gathering up all the legal paperwork, Trey and I spent almost two hours picking out saddlebags, touring bags, t-shirts and of course, lots of leather goods, including chaps and jackets. The healthy discount Rick got me helped considerably but the bill still came out to over two-thousand dollars. I didn't care. For the first time in a long time I felt truly happy and exhilarated.

Rick and the service manager went over every facet of the Screamin' Eagle with me before we left. Armed with service and instruction manuals, Trey and I were ready to head back to Indy.

"It might be a good idea if I rode it back?" Trey suggested, smiling.

"No way, Jose!" I responded. "I've got to learn how to ride again." 

"It's a long, straight stretch back to Indy." I added, handing him my car keys. "I'll take it easy till I get used to the bike."

Per the service manager's instructions, I kept the bike under fifty-five miles per hour all the way home. Trey followed me, driving the Mercedes loaded with all the gear I'd purchased. The Screamin' Eagle Fat Boy wanted to run faster, like a race horse getting anxious in the starting gates. I had to stay focused on the throttle as well as the road ahead.

Arriving home, I pulled into the driveway. Strangely, I felt a little down knowing the ride was over. I'd made the hour long journey from Kokomo without incident, although my jaws hurt a little from grinning.

Parking the motorcycle in the garage, I motioned for Trey to pull in to the open bay. 

"I'm not gonna wear this helmet." I stated, unfastening the strap and taking it off. "It's probably messed up my hair."

"You'd better wear it until you get used to riding again." Trey countered. "At least wear it for the first thousand miles or so. Then if you decide not to wear it, fine."

"Ok! Ok!" I agreed, wanting to avoid a friendly argument.

"Where do you wanna put all this stuff you bought?" Trey inquired, opening the trunk of the car.

"Upstairs in my bedroom." I replied, reaching into the trunk.

"Your bedroom!" Trey avowed. "You sleep alone?"

"Yeah." I replied. "My husband says I toss and turn in my sleep."

"Good grief!" Trey exclaimed. "What an ass!"

It took each of us a couple of trips back and forth to get all the gear up to my bedroom. I noticed Trey's eyes scanning around as we worked to accomplish the task. 

"This is some home you've got." Trey remarked. "Bet it cost a fortune, especially in this neighborhood and right on the lake to boot."

"Actually, it belongs to Regency. It's not mine." I stated. "I bought it as an investment. So far it's appreciated over seven-hundred thousand dollars."

"Well!" Trey replied, quite stunned. "Brains and beauty!"

"I'm not sure about the beauty but I'm quite good at picking the right investments." I countered.

Trey put his hands at my waist, pulling me in close to him. Before I realized what was happening, he pressed his lips hard against mine. My lips, hungry for his, responded passionately. Our kiss was hard and prolonged, lasting almost a minute. I could feel his cock harden as it pressed against me. 

Coming to my senses, I pushed away from him.

"Trey...I'm...I'm a married woman...and you're...engaged." I stammered, looking into his dreamy eyes. "We shouldn't have done that." 

"Your husband's got to be an idiot to let you sleep alone." Trey argued. "Michelle and I will never get married. She's too much into kinky stuff. I wouldn't trust her out of my sight."

"Kinky stuff?" I questioned. "Whatta you mean?"

"She likes it rough and with more than one person!" Trey revealed, clenching his fists. "She's a fucking lesbian to boot!"

"They why the hell did you ever get engaged?" I asked without thinking.

"The engagement was all her idea." Trey replied. "She even bought her own engagement ring."

"That's a little scary." I avowed. "She sounds like some kind of control freak."

"Let's not talk about her." Trey growled. "Let's not ruin a perfectly good day."

"Ok." I mumbled, trying to think of what to do next.

"How about I treat you to lunch somewhere?" I suggested. "We could drive down into Broad Ripple, to one of those trendy little cafes."

"How about pizza instead?" Trey proposed. "I'm not much on trendy cafes."

"Fine." I agreed. "Pizza sounds good."

Stopping at a Pizza Hut in Fishers, the two of us ate like we were famished. I think both of us were steering the conversation towards motorcycling although I got the impression Trey wanted to find out more about my marriage.

"There's a biker bar over by Clarksville." Trey commented. "It's called Ravagers. We'll have to ride over there some Saturday night."

"Ravagers. I've never heard of it." I responded. 

"The name sounds kind of sinister." I added with a grin.

"It is in a way." Trey affirmed. "We always say, what goes on at Ravagers, stays at Ravagers."

"Hmmm. It sounds really interesting." I assumed. 

"Interesting would be putting it mildly." Trey maintained. "It gets wild and crazy there most of the time. That's why it's a private club and not open to just anybody."

After paying our tab, Trey and I walked out to the car. It was starting to rain again. I hated to see the day with Trey come to an end. Even worse, I hated to think about returning to an empty house.

"Will Michelle be expecting you?" I casually asked, turning the ignition key.

"I don't know." Trey mumbled. "Who knows?"

Pulling away from the restaurant, I turned east, heading home. I waited for Trey to say something since we were traveling away from Westfield but he remained silent. 

I lit up a cigarette, wondering if I was making the right decision. There was the taboo of being married and committing adultery. There was the fact that Trey was engaged even though he said he had no intention of marrying Michelle. Then, and equally important, was the fact that the young man sitting in the passenger seat was my employee. I couldn't think of anything positive that could come out of a sexual liaison with Trey. Still, I kept on driving home, speeding well above the legal limit.

"You in a hurry for something?" Trey asked, grinning ear to ear.

I didn't bother to reply to his witty remark. He knew damn well I wanted get home and get into bed with him. 

Arriving back at the house, I wheeled the car back into the garage, my left hand already on the door handle. Trey and I exited the car, barely bothering to shut the car doors. I hit the wall-mounted switch at the side of the entry door on a dead run to shut the garage door.

"You never did answer my question." Trey quipped, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Shut up! Get naked! And fuck me!" I shouted, running up the stairs to the master bedroom.

"Whatever you say, Boss." Trey declared, running behind me.

Entering the bedroom, I ran to the queen-size bed and pulled the comforter off, letting it pile in a heap on the floor. I barely got my high-heels kicked off and my blouse unbuttoned before Trey scooped me up in his arms. He was stark naked, his cock rock hard. Our lips pressed against each other hard, so hard my teeth hurt. We were sucking each other's lips, trying to devour them.

Trey's fingers fumbled at my back, trying to find the clasp to unhook my bra.

"It's in the front, Lover." I muttered, pulling my lips from Trey's.

Trey tossed me onto the bed, not bothering to remove my bra. His hands frantically worked the snaps and zipper at my leather slacks. He was kneeling halfway on the bed, which allowed me a good look at his hard cock. It was magnificent, about eight inches long and quite thick with a mushroom shaped head. I wanted Trey more now than ever.

With one hard tug, Trey pulled my leather slacks down and off my legs along with my socks. He tossed them to the floor, then clambered onto the bed. I reached up and unclasped my white, lace-trimmed bra, letting the cups fall away from my breasts.

"Fuckin' beautiful!" Trey exclaimed, grasping them in his rough hands.

We kissed again, heightening our passions. Treys thumbs rubbed over my sensitive nipples, causing them to harden immediately. His lips kissed down over my neck. I felt his teeth lightly nibbling on my breasts, first one, then the other. Taking a nipple between his lips, he tugged lightly on the sensitive nub, making me cry out with pleasure.

My breathing was hard and labored. I was growing more excited, feeling Trey's lips trailing lower towards my pussy. The back of his hand brushed lightly over the thin, nylon material covering my pubic mound. I knew he could feel the dampness saturating the fabric but I wasn't embarrassed.

I raised my hips, allowing him to slide my panties down and off. He tossed them to the floor after running his hands over the smooth, damp surface. 

"Hmm. I love a nicely trimmed pussy." He murmured, running his fingers lightly over my pubic hair.

I pursed my lips, trying my best not to cry out from excitement. My body arched up, lifting my pussy closer to Trey's handsome face. His tongue slithered from between his lips, sliding deep inside my pussy. 

"OHHHHHH GODDDDDDDD!" I cried out as my first orgasm came quick and unexpected. 

My juices were flowing like a mountain stream onto Trey's tongue, buried deep inside me. I grasped the back of his head with both hands, forcing his mouth tight against my wanton pussy. My entire body was quivering with pleasure as Trey worked me over skillfully with his tongue. Sucking hard on my swollen clit brought me to another orgasm, more intense than the first. 

"OHHHH FUCKKKKKK!" I shrieked through gritted teeth.

My body bucked hard against Trey's face. His arms, wrapped around my legs, tightened their grip to maintain his position.

"FUCK...MEEEEEEEE!" I begged, between quick, hard breaths.

Trey quickly positioned himself between my wide-spread legs. Holding his cock, he guided the bulbous head between the slick lips of my pussy. Subconsciously, I tightened the muscles around the entrance to my pussy. It didn't deter my lover from penetrating me with his steel hard shaft. Stroking it twice inside me, he managed to impale me fully. I felt his warm balls tapping lightly against my butt.

"Oh God, that's fucking wonderful!" Trey moaned as he slowly fucked his hard cock in and out of me.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I locked my ankles together, gripping him tightly against me. Trey pounded into me fast and hard, then slow and easy. Another orgasm quickly built deep inside me, erupting like a volcano before I could suppress it. My hands clawed into his shoulders, holding onto him as my body succumbed to the intense pleasure. 

"OHHHHHHH FUCKKKK!" I cried out as the contractions took control of my exhausted form.

Trey pulled his cock all the way out of my pussy after my orgasm subsided. I looked down between my breasts to see the shaft glistening with my juices. The swollen head of his cock seemed to be pulsating.

"Had enough?" Trey jested, his sweat-soaked face looking down at me.

"I could never have enough cock." I muttered between breaths.

Trey plunged his cock hard into my pussy, jolting me till my head was just inches from the headboard. He fucked me hard and fast, his grunts and groans getting louder and more frequent. Feeling his impending climax, I tightened the muscles around my pussy. Trey gushed a heavy load of hot cum deep inside me but he didn't quit fucking in and out of me. His body tensed a few moments later as he shot another thick load inside me. My pussy was flooded with the combination of our fluids.

Trey's head dropped as if he was looking down at my pussy. He held the position for a few seconds before suddenly collapsing on top of me. I could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest as it pressed against my breasts. His face was pale, looking faint. His breathing was shallow, his lips slightly quivering.

"Trey! Trey, are you alright?" I whispered, growing worried.

When he didn't answer or even open his eyes, I got scared. I pushed him off of me, rolling him onto his back. His eyes opened but they looked glassy. 

"I...I'm ok." Trey mumbled in a barely audible voice. "Just let me lay here for a few..."

My right hand gently massaged his chest, which seemed to help his breathing and slow down his heart rate. I needed to run to the bathroom but I wasn't about to leave Trey alone until I was sure he was alright.

Trey finally managed to sit up on his own, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. I made a quick dash into the master bathroom to grab up some warm washcloths. Returning to the bed, I washed Trey's face and chest, cleaning off the heavy perspiration. Using the last washcloth, I washed my pussy and the cum that had dribbled down my legs.

"You had me worried there for a minute." I stated, sitting down beside him.

"Oh...I'm alright. Just a little worn out is all." He muttered, looking down at the floor.

I put my hand lightly on his chest, over his heart, noticing it was still beating faster than it should. 

"Why don't you stretch out on the bed?" I suggested. "I'm gonna grab a quick shower."

"I need some fresh air." Trey asserted.

I walked over to the french doors that lead out onto the terrace and swung them open. The early evening's balmy breeze flowed into the room from the lake. Trey lay back on the bed, his eyes lightly closed.

After grabbing a quick but thorough shower, I slipped on a fresh pair of panties and a white terrycloth robe. Trey was sleeping soundly so I decided not to disturb him. I gathered up our clothes, tossing mine into the hamper. 

It was almost 8pm when Trey awoke from his nap. His color looked much better and his breathing seemed normal. I fixed us a light snack that we ate out on the patio, which overlooked the lake.

"Did I scare you this afternoon?" Trey inquired, sipping on his beer.

"Scare would be putting it lightly." I replied. "I was just about to call 911."

"I haven't been taking my heart medication like I should." He confessed. "Once in awhile it gets out of rhythm."

"You have a heart problem?" I questioned. "At your age?"

"Actually, I've had it since I was in junior high." Trey revealed. "They discovered it when I passed out in gym class."

"Why haven't you been taking your medication?" I asked, trying me best to hide my displeasure.

"It's awful damn expensive and the insurance doesn't cover but a fraction of its cost." He answered. "The insurance Regency Investment Group provides us I might add."

"I'll take care of it Monday morning, first thing." I avowed, lighting up a cigarette. "I'll have the Personnel Department make the necessary changes."

"When's your husband due home?" Trey inquired, looking out over the lake.

"Tomorrow, sometime late in the afternoon." I answered. "Why?"

"Oh...just wondering." Trey replied, displaying a coy grin. "Does that mean I can stay the night?"

"What about Michelle?" I asked. "Or have you forgotten about her?" 

"Fuck her." Trey responded. "Why would I want to spend time with her when I'd much rather be with you?"

"We can't keep seeing each other if that's what you're getting at." I quickly affirmed. "I'm a married woman and you're engaged. Not to mention me being your employer. It could all blow up in our faces."

"We can keep it on the QT." Trey countered, reaching across the table for my hand. "We'll simply stay away from each other at work and just get together when we're out riding our bikes."

It all sounded so simple but I knew deep down that it wasn't. If anyone caught on, especially my father, my world would come crashing down around me. I knew my father would fire me in an instant if he even suspected I was having an affair, worried it might reflect on his precious investment company.

I wasn't sure how my husband would handle it if he found out. I controlled the wealth in our marriage. Gary's job as a structural engineer brought in sixty- two thousand dollars a year, less than twenty-five percent of what I made. He'd be hurt, naturally but he had no one else to blame but himself. If he was taking care of my sexual desires, Trey wouldn't be sitting across the table from me right now.

"We'll see what happens." I finally spoke out. "If I think anyone suspects anything between us, we're going to have to call it off immediately. OK?"

"Alright." Trey agreed. "We'll be discreet."

What I hadn't considered was Michelle, Trey's fiancé. She'd shown her displeasure when she met me. She was probably the suspicious type since she'd blatantly shown her jealousy when we were introduced.

"How about another crack at that pussy of yours?" Trey suggested, grasping my hand and pulling me from the chair.

"How about a blowjob instead?" I proposed. "It's been a long time since I tasted cum."

"You! A swallower!" Trey exclaimed, slipping his arm around my waist.

Back in my bedroom, Trey stripped down and stretched out on the bed. The sheets were covered in dried cum from earlier in the day. Tossing my robe to the foot of the bed, I slipped onto the bed, stretching out beside him. His cock was already hard, pointing towards the ceiling, anticipating the pleasure I was about to give him.

Holding his cock firmly, I swirled the tip of my tongue over the head of his magnificent prick. Trey moaned softly, putting his right hand on my slender waist, just above the waistband of my bikini-cut panties. Slowly, I slide my mouth down over his cock, moving my tongue side to side in a teasing fashion. 

Trey's leg muscles tightened gradually as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. Sucking gently, I moved my head up and down faster and faster, salivating his prick with thick globs. I was trying to sense if Trey was experiencing any problems like he had earlier in the day but he didn't seem to be. His hand gripped my waist tighter and tighter and his legs began to flinch as I brought him closer and closer to climaxing. I made loud sucking noises to heighten his excitement.

"OHHHHHH GODDDDDDDD!" Trey shouted out as the first hot load of cum spewed from his cock.

I stroked his rigid shaft hard and fast, sucking fearlessly as I milked every drop of cum from his balls. I almost choked on the second, hot load but managed to get it down my throat after grabbing a quick breath.

"Whew! That was fucking fantastic!" Trey muttered, pulling me alongside him. "Best blowjob I've ever had!"

"Yeah! I'll bet!" I jested. "Best you've had today is more like it."

We fell asleep in each other's arms, letting the cool breeze from the lake waft across our tired bodies. Trey woke me sometime during the night to fuck me doggy-style and again just before sunrise. I had more sex in one night than I'd experienced in the last year with my husband. My pussy was feeling the effects of the hard reaming but I wasn't complaining.




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 01



I drove Trey back to his home in Westfield early Sunday morning. His truck was sitting in the driveway so I assumed his fiancé was in the house.

"Give me an hour to get showered and change clothes." Trey asserted. "I'll get my bike and meet you back at your place. We'll spend the day riding."

"Ok." I agreed, giving his hand a squeeze.

Returning home, I changed into blue jeans and a Harley-Davidson t-shirt. Leather chaps and harness-style boots completed my attire. Trey showed up a little late, riding his Heritage Softail. The two of us spent the rest of the day riding through the countryside, stopping at a café for an early dinner.

We parted company with both of us returning to our respective homes. I hated to see the weekend come to a close but tomorrow was another workday. There would be other weekends, other times to ride together and other times to share intimacies.

To be continued...



Two Wheel Desires Ch. 02



The sun was just setting when I wheeled the Screamin' Eagle Fat Boy into the empty garage bay. Gary's Land Rover was parked in the next stall. I revved the engine a few times, allowing the rumbling to reverberate off the walls before shutting it down.

Entering the house, I found my husband wiping down his precious golf clubs in the kitchen. He looked up at me like he was going to smart off.

"Bought yourself a motorcycle, huh?" He stated. "Bet your dear old dad is going to love that."

"Or, are you even going to tell him?" He added before I could answer.

"I'll tell him...when the times right." I answered. "It's none of his business what I buy."

"How was the golfing junket?" I asked, wanting to change the subject. "Who won? Or should I ask who cheated the most and got away with it?"

"Well it wasn't me, that's for sure." Gary replied, checking the straightness of his number two wood. "My stroke was off something terrible."

Later that night, I drifted off to asleep, alone with just the cool evening breeze to comfort me. I slept soundly throughout the night, waking around 5am the next morning. 

I dreaded the thought of starting another workweek but it couldn't be avoided. Selecting my wardrobe for the day, a light blue business suit, one with a sensible hemline, I headed off to the office.

Evelyn, as usual, greeted me with a big smile as I strode up to her receptionist's station.

"My, my! Don't you look perky this morning?" She greeted. "Did you have a good weekend?"

"Yes, I sure did." I replied, grinning.

"Oh Lord! You went and bought yourself a motorcycle didn't you?" Evelyn exclaimed, detecting my surprisingly happy mood.

"Yeah, I did." I responded. "I should say, I invested in a motorcycle."

"Did Trey Morgan stop by and see you the other day?" Evelyn asked. "After I mentioned to him that you were thinking about buying a motorcycle, I wasn't sure if I did the right thing or not." 

"Trey was a lot of help." I assured her. "I'm glad you said something to him."

I didn't say anything about Trey accompanying me on my motorcycle buying trip. There was really no need to divulge anything more than necessary, let alone, raise any suspicions. 

Stepping off the elevator on the fourth floor, I made my way towards my office, stopping briefly at the coffee bar. I glanced down the corridor to see if my father's door was open. It wasn't so I assumed he hadn't arrived yet.

Heather was sitting at her desk, primping her hair and checking her make-up as usual. We exchanged morning greetings before I entered my office. Booting up my bank of computers, I wondered where Trey might be in the building. Promising to find out about his medication payment coverage was foremost on my mind but I needed more details before going to Personnel.

I shut my office door, something I rarely did unless I needed complete privacy. Dialing the maintenance section's telephone number, I hoped Trey would be the one to answer.

"Maintenance Department." Trey stated, answering the phone.

"It's me, Kaitlyn." I stated, keeping my voice lower than usual. "I didn't think to ask you what medication you were on."

It was something I'd never heard of let alone pronounce. Trey had to spell it for me. I asked about generic medication as a substitute but Trey assured me there wasn't any. I knew our firm's insurance covered a higher percentage on the cost of generic medications than it did brand name prescriptions. I felt I had a strong case to present to the Personnel Department.

Brad Kessler was Regency Investment Group's Personnel Manager. Even though he was in his late fifties, he thought of himself as quite a lady's man. Fairly balding and overweight, he flirted constantly with all the young female clerks, using his authority in a somewhat threatening manner. The only reason he still had a job was because of my father. They were old friends from back in their college days. Personally, I couldn't stand the man!

Stepping into the Personnel office, I noticed a new secretary sitting across from Brad's office. His office door was closed so I wasn't sure if he was in or not. Walking up to his secretary's desk, the young, buxom redhead looked up from her computer monitor.

"Can I help you Miss?" She inquired, giving me an apprehensive look.

"Is Mr. Kessler in?" I asked, glancing towards his closed office door.

"Yeah but he doesn't wanna be disturbed." The young girl replied, trying her best to ignore me.

"Is he alone?" I inquired.

"Ah...yeah. She answered, somewhat hesitant. 

"But like I said, Brad doesn't want to be disturbed!" She reiterated, sounding a little defiant.

"I really don't give a damn what Brad wants!" I boldly stated, leaning over her desk. "I'll damn well disturb him if I want!"

"And you are?" The redhead asked, rising to her feet.

"Kaitlyn McConnell...Vice President." I replied with a grin.

"Oh...Miss McConnell...I...I didn't know." She muttered, falling back into her chair.

As a courtesy or should I say as a warning, I tapped on Brad's office door before opening it. Brad's head snapped in my direction, his mouth dropped open and he shut down his computer monitor all within a fraction of a second.

"Downloading porn?" I jested. "Or chatting online with some young girl?"

"Ah...neither, Kaitlyn." Brad responded.

He was obviously lying and it showed in his face and in his mannerisms. He looked pale as a ghost and became instantly nervous.

"What brings you to Personnel?" He asked trying to change the subject of his computer usage.

"I just stopped by to check out your new secretary, the redhead." I answered, sitting down across from his desk.

"Hah! Donna's a real looker, isn't she?" Brad laughed. "I met her at Hooters awhile back."

"She was probably born at Hooters." I quipped. "I assume she's got other qualifications besides big tits."

"What other qualifications does she need?" Brad smarted off. "Who needs brains when you've got boobs like hers?"

"Well, let's get off the boob subject, shall we?" I responded, growing tired of the subject. "I'm here to discuss updating our prescription drug program."

Before I could say anything more, Brad broke into an almost rehearsed oratory about Regency's policy on covering costs for prescription drugs for its employees. I sat and waited patiently for him to finish before saying anything.

"Brad, I don't care what the current policy states." I affirmed. "I wanna make some changes."

"Changes! What the hell for?" He asked, a bit stunned. "The employees are happy with it the way it is!"

"Not all the employees, just most." I answered. "I want to raise the cost coverage percentage on brand name prescription drugs where there isn't a generic medication available from thirty-five percent to eight-five percent."

"Bullshit! That's the same as what we cover for generics!" Brad exclaimed. "A move like that probably cost this firm a small fortune."

"I doubt if it'd be all that much." I countered. "There's not all that many medications that don't have a generic equivalent."

"I probably should discuss this matter with your father before making any changes to our policy." Brad retorted, leaning back in his high-back leather chair. "I doubt he'll go along with it."

"Do I need to remind you I'm the vice president of this firm?" I retaliated, rising to my feet. "I can change any employee policies I want with or without my father's permission."

"I can also can you fat ass in the blink of an eye!" I added before he could interrupt me. "I don't need my father's permission to do that either!"

"Contact our insurance provider and have them make the changes immediately." I continued. "Have them fax a new agreement to me for signature as soon as possible."

"Anything else?" Brad inquired, his face now almost colorless.

"Yeah. I wanna see a posting on all the bulletin boards no later than close of business tomorrow detailing the changes."

"OK." Brad agreed. "I'll...I'll get to work on it right away."

"Thanks Brad. I knew you'd see things my way." I smarted off. "That's why you're in the position you're in."

Leaving Brad's office, I purposely left his door open. His secretary, Donna, gave me a nervous look as I passed by her desk.

"Mission accomplished!" I thought to myself, proceeding towards my father's office.

Claire Williams, my father's secretary, was busy typing away like mad when I reached his office. Claire had been my father's secretary for over twenty years and was quite proficient at her job. She was in her late fifties but looked much older because of her appearance. She wore no make-up whatsoever and fixed her light brown hair in a tight bun. She always had a pencil tucked securely in the bun like a radio antenna. She never called me or my father by our first name and that bothered me.

"Good morning, Miss McConnell." Claire greeted me. "Would you like to see Mr. Bauer?"

"Yes, if he's not busy." I answered.

"He's not." She stated. "Would you like me to announce you?"

"No, that won't be necessary." I replied. "I'll just go on in."

My father was standing at the windows, peering out at the traffic on I-69. He barely turned to see who it was when I entered his office. His facial expression was stern with a hint of disappointment showing. 

"Is that what we're paying you for?" I kidded, trying to get a feel for his disposition.

"I see you made one right decision." He declared, scanning over my conservative business suit.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned, sitting down in his office chair.

"It means if you continue doing stupid things like buying a God damn motorcycle, you're never going to be sitting in that chair when I decide to retire!" He exclaimed.

"Well, I'm not so sure I wanna end up sitting in this chair." I responded, putting my feet up on his desk. "And how the hell did you know I bought a motorcycle?"

"Gary called me this morning...at home." Dad replied. "He's not too happy about your buying a motorcycle either."

"That Son of a Bitch!" I exclaimed, putting my feet back down to the floor.

"I'll buy whatever I damn well please, whether you or my husband like it or not!" I shouted. "It's my life and I'll damn well live it like I want!"

"On a motorcycle, you won't live it for long." My father asserted. "They're too dangerous, not to mention, unsafe."

"Oh bull!" I contradicted. "They're only as dangerous and unsafe as the rider allows."

"I want you to get rid of it." My father commanded. "Get rid of it before it gets rid of you."

"Not only am I NOT going to get rid of it, I may just buy another one!" I retorted. "Hell, I may just invest in a dealership of my own!"

"Now you're sounding like a complete fool Kaitlyn." Dad affirmed. "At your age, you should be thinking about having kids, not motorcycles."

"Gary and I are never gonna have children." I blatantly stated. "We hardly...we hardly have any physical contact with each other anymore."

My confession seemed to stun my father more than I expected. He slowly made his way behind his desk and sat down. He looked pale, almost faint. Even though I was standing directly across from his desk, he didn't appear to see me.

"Are you two talking divorce?" He mumbled, finally looking up at me.

"No, we're not talking divorce." I replied. "We rarely talk at all."

"Is that why you bought a motorcycle?" He questioned. "Because you're unhappy with your marriage?"

"No. I bought it so I could enjoy life a little." I responded. "Other than work, I don't have any other interests."

"Riding my motorcycle gives me a renewed sense of happiness." I added. "It's something to look forward to."

"Well, I'm not happy." My father grumbled. "But if it makes you happy, that's what's important...I guess."

"Don't worry about me." I stated, putting both hands on my father's shoulders. "I'm a very careful rider. I don't take chances or risks."

"Someday you're gonna be sitting in this chair." Dad affirmed. "I want you to be alive and healthy when that time comes."

"I will be." I murmured, gently squeezing his shoulders.

Returning to my office, I found Heather doing what she does best, primping her hair and checking her make-up.

"Lover boy was here." She commented.

"What?" I questioned, my heart rate almost doubling.

"That Trey guy was here." Heather replied. "The light over my desk started flickering. It was driving me crazy."

"I see he got it fixed." I acknowledged, looking up at the fluorescent light.

"Oh yeah." Heather asserted. "God, he's got a cute little butt! I wanted to just reach out and grab it."

"That would probably have brought about a complaint of sexual harassment." I stated.

"Yeah. He's probably gay anyway." Heather remarked. "Guys with cute, tight butts are usually gay."

"How fuckin' dumb can this girl be!" I thought, stepping into my office.

I spent the rest of the day on other business matters, watching the clock slowly tick off the minutes, then the hours. My heart wasn't in my work. All I could think about was rushing home, changing clothes and getting on my motorcycle.

About 2:30 that afternoon, I rode the elevator down to the main level and stepped out behind the building to smoke a cigarette. The last thing I wanted was to run into Trey but I didn't get my wish. Within minutes, Trey came out of the service entrance, walking directly towards me.

"Not too close." I warned. "Someone might be watching."

Trey stopped about ten foot away from me and lit up a cigarette. He looked off in another direction instead of directly at me.

"I guess a kiss would be out of the question." He jested after looking around to make sure we were alone.

"Yep. Afraid so." I responded, tossing my cigarette to the ground and stepping on it.

I returned to my office to finish up the day's work and watch the clock tick off more minutes. A last minute phone call from one of our more prestigious investors delayed my departure for home. It was almost 6:00pm when I joined the other commuters on the interstate. 

By 7:00pm I was astride my Eagle, cruising east towards Fortville, enjoying the fresh air and the feel of the Harley-Davidson between my legs. Passing several oncoming motorcyclists, we exchanged friendly waves. Riding by myself felt great. I could go wherever I wanted as fast or slow as I wanted but I missed Trey riding along with me. Riding with someone, even a passenger, would be better than riding alone. 

It was late, almost 11:00pm, when I rolled into the garage. The house was dark so I figured Gary had already gone to bed. Not feeling sleepy, let alone tired, I decided to spend time wiping off my bike, prepping it for the next ride.

"You gonna sleep with it too?" My husband, Gary smarted off, stepping out into the garage. "That thing makes enough racket to wake up the whole neighborhood."  

"I just might." I replied. "It's warm, sensitive, vibrating and responds to my every touch. Not like a husband I might be somewhat familiar with."

"It's not my fault you're a lousy fuck." Gary declared, tightening the belt on his terrycloth robe. "Whoever said all sex was good sure didn't know you, that's for sure."

I'm not sure if I was more stunned than hurt by my husband's callous statements. I didn't know what to say in response. I just stood there like an idiot with a dismayed look on my face. The smirk on Gary's face only added to my wounded feelings. I sat down on the cool concrete floor, fighting hard to hold back the tears.

Going to bed later that night, I tried sleeping but remembering Gary's comments kept me awake. I finally dozed off about 2:00am for a few hours. The next morning, feeling tired from lack of sleep, I decided to prove Gary wrong rather than fall victim to his remarks like a beaten dog.

Before leaving for work, I checked myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. The burgundy business suit with its short skirt showed off more than an ample amount of my legs. Beneath the jacket I wore a white silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to show a little cleavage. Just the right amount of jewelry complimented the outfit perfectly.

Checking my hair and make-up in the bathroom mirror before I left gave me the confidence I needed to meet the demands ahead of me. I knew my father would have a conniption when he saw how I was dressed but I didn't care, not anymore. 

"I'm not a lousy fuck." I thought, primping my hair. "And, if I have to prove it, I will."

"I may just get this hair cut short." I muttered to myself. "It'd sure make it easier to take care of. The damn wind's really playing havoc with it when I'm out riding."

Entering the Regency Building that morning, I could see more than just a surprised look on Evelyn's face. She gave me a halfway frown as her eyes scanned over my attire. She seemed at a loss for words.

"Short as hell, isn't it?" I jested, walking up to her desk.

"Short isn't the word for it." Evelyn countered. "I damn sure hope you've got color-matching underwear on."

"I'm not wearing any underwear." I kidded, just to see her reaction.

"You're not..." She stammered. "You better be puttin' me on."

"I am." I confessed. "I just wanted to get a rise out of you."

"Kaitlyn, with that outfit, you're gonna be seein' a lot of rises!" Evelyn quipped. "And I don't mean eyebrows either!" 

"I'm wearing it for two reasons." I stated. "One, it looks fantastic on me and two, it makes me feel good about myself. Right now...I really need both."

"Trouble on the homefront, huh?" Evelyn surmised. 

"Yeah." I murmured. "But I may just do something to remedy it...permanently."

Strolling off towards the elevators, I noticed several male employees from the Research Department taking a longer than casual glance at my legs. I purposely switched hands carrying my attaché so they could get an even better look.

Reaching the fourth floor, I stepped off the elevator, coming face to face with my father. He looked pissed, even more so after he looked over what I was wearing. Or should I say, not wearing.

"I was about to ask if you'd lost your mind." He asserted. "From the looks of that outfit or lack of it, I don't need to ask."

"Get used to it Dad." I retorted. "I may be wearing more just like it on a regular basis."

"Maybe you should have spent your valuable time writing a policy on dress codes rather than making drastic changes to our policy on prescription drug costs coverage." He scolded, waving a piece of paper in my face.

"I see your old buddy Brad sent you an email notifying you about the changes I asked for." I grumbled.

"Do you realize what this could cost?" My father asked, shaking the paper in my face. "Did you run the numbers?"

"Not that much." I barked, grabbing the paper from his hand. "Besides, it's only fair to those employees who don't have a generic medication available to them."

"I realize the costs of some medications are totally unreal." My father concurred. "But do you think it's wise that we should bear the added cost?"

"Yes. Yes, I do." I replied with a stern look directly into my father's eyes. "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't buck me on this."

"Alright. I'll go along with it for now." Dad agreed. "But I want Brad Kessler to monitor the additional costs. If it gets to be a problem, you and I are gonna have a serious discussion."

"Agreed." I responded, smiling softly. "Now, how about buying me a cup of coffee?"

Taking my father's arm, I let him escort me to the coffee bar. Putting just the right amount of powdered cream in my cup, I caught him taking another glance at my skirt's very short hemline.

"Don't say anything." I warned. "I'm not going to change clothes just because you don't approve."

"I hope you get over all this silliness." Dad moaned. "You're just not acting like yourself and it's beginning to worry me."




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 02



"Don't worry Dad. I know what I'm doing." I assured him.

Passing by my secretary, I noticed she was practically gawking at my appearance. Her mouth dropped as her eyes followed me into my office.

"Yes Heather, I've got great legs too!" I thought, making my way to my desk.

The day passed without incident. Around two in the afternoon, I spotted Donna, Brad Kessler's secretary, posting the notice about the prescription drug coverage on the bulletin boards. I read it carefully to make sure he'd done just as I directed. Knowing Brad, I didn't trust him without checking on everything he did.

Leaving work early that day, I managed to beat the rush hour traffic home. The weather was warm and sunny with hardly a cloud in the sky. Changing out of my business attire, I slipped into jeans and a tank-top. Riding north, I set out for a leisurely ride in the country. Again, I found myself dreading the fact that I was riding alone.

Wednesday morning started out like any other. A brief but enjoyable conversation with Evelyn, then a short elevator ride up to the fourth floor. Only this morning, I wasn't alone. When the elevator stopped at the second floor, Trey stepped on, carrying his tool belt over his shoulder.

"Fancy meeting you here." He greeted me, smiling. 

"How's everything going?" I asked.

"A lot better since you changed the prescription drug policy." Trey answered. "I really appreciate what you did."

"Just make sure you use it." I warned. "I'd have a hard time explaining how someone died in my bed."

"Speaking of beds, I was hoping we could get together this weekend." Trey stated. "But Michelle's got these damn concert tickets for Saturday night. It's up in Chicago. We're driving up Saturday afternoon and spending the night. We won't be back until sometime late Sunday afternoon."

"Well, there'll be other times and other weekends." I commented, just as the elevator doors opened.

"Don't bother getting off on this floor." I advised him. "Let's keep our distance at work."

I wasn't too happy about Trey's weekend plans with his fiancé but I'd get over it. I couldn't see for the life of me why he seemed to be stringing her along. If he wasn't serious about marrying Michelle, why didn't he just break it off with her and be done with it. Stopping to fix myself a cup of coffee at the coffee bar, I began wondering if maybe I was the one being strung along.

It was raining that evening when I got off work so I didn't get a chance to ride. Going to bed around 11:00pm I wondered where Gary was. He hadn't come home or called to say he'd be late. The thought of him possibly having an affair crossed my mind but I didn't put much faith in the idea. Over the past several years he seemed to have loss an interest in sex. Or, maybe it was just sex with me. I wasn't sure but I wasn't going to lose anymore sleep over it.

Thursday evening I headed out on a ride traveling north towards Noblesville. It was around 8:00pm when I pulled into the parking lot of a little restaurant on the east side of the city. I hadn't eaten anything all day so I was famished.

Sitting at a table along the windows I could keep an eye on my motorcycle and watch the traffic cruise by. A young couple riding a sharp looking chopper, sporting a raked frame and extended front-end wheeled into the café's parking lot and parked next to my Fat Boy. I watched as the couple walked slowly around my bike, checking it out. Sitting side by side, the two motorcycles were a sharp contrast in rides.

Entering the restaurant they sat at a table across from me. Both the guy and the girl looked to be in their mid to late twenties. The guy was close to six foot tall with an average build wearing a tank-top shirt and faded bluejeans. His long brown hair was a bit windblown from riding but not too disheveled. The girl was very petite, not much taller than five foot, if that. Her hair was short and platinum blonde, something you don't see very often. She had a great figure for someone so small. Her Harley-Davidson t-shirt fit snug over her large breasts. Her waist was extremely small, maybe a twenty or twenty-one inches at most. Her white denim jeans fit extremely tight, showing off her shapely butt.

"That your Screamin' Eagle out there?" The young man asked, his eyes looking over at my helmet.

"Yes. Yes, it is." I answered. "I just got it last weekend." 

"Helluva bike!" He remarked. "Bet she's a handful!"

"Well, I haven't had it much over fifty-five since I got it." I declared. "The dealer suggested I break it in easy the first thousand miles."

"We should have bought an Eagle instead of the chopper." The young girl commented. "It's killing my ass on long rides."

"Is it a hardtail?" I questioned.

"Yeah and it deserves its name." The girl complained. "It's more show and go. Damn sure ain't for ridin' long distances!"

"I'm considering buying a chopper, mainly just because I want one." I asserted. "It definitely won't be a hardtail though. I'm thinking maybe a Vengeance or a Big Dog."

The three of us started a flowing conversation about the various makes of choppers. I invited them to join me at my table and they readily accepted. They introduced themselves as Rick and Debbie Roberts. After eating, we kept the discussion going over coffee. 

"Are either of you familiar with a biker bar called Ravagers?" I inquired. "I heard it's quite a hotspot for motorcyclists."

"Oh! What have you heard about it?" Debbie asked in a strange tone.

"A friend of mine told me it was a private club." I replied. "I think he must be a member since he mentioned taking me to it some Saturday night. I think it's somewhere over by Clarksville."

"Hmmm. Interesting." Rick commented. "Did your friend tell you anything else about it?"

"He said it was pretty wild but he thought I'd fit in." I replied.

"I take it this friend of yours isn't your husband." Debbie surmised, looking down at my wedding rings.

"Ah...no. He's just someone from work." I stammered. "Just a friend, that's all. Nothing else."

I sensed both of them could tell I was lying. They glanced for a second at each other before turning back my way.

"You know what they say about Ravagers?" Rick affirmed with a slight laugh. "What goes on at Ravagers, stays at Ravagers."

"Yeah. I heard that too." I said in agreement. "Sounds like a great place to cut loose and have a really good time."

"Whatta ya think, Deb?" Rick asked. 

"I think Kaitlyn would fit in with our little group." Debbie answered. "She seems game for a little excitement."

"Not to mention, she's got a great body." Rick added with a grin. "That's a definite plus."

"I take it you two have something to do with the club." I assumed. "Am I right?"

"Tony Blue and Rick opened the place a couple of years ago." Debbie confessed. "It's strictly for bikers who like to party and have a good time."

"But not everyone gets in." Rick cautioned. "It's kind of by a majority vote."

"We've got three rules." Debbie chimed in. "No weapons, no drugs and no cameras."

"I hope you like sex." Rick whispered, leaning close to me. "You certainly look like you do."

"Doesn't everyone like sex?" I responded, jokingly.

"Oh yeah! Kaitlyn will fit in!" Debbie declared with a big grin. "I can't wait to see her in action."

I wasn't exactly sure what the platinum blonde meant but I got the impression sex was a normal, almost expected activity at the nightspot. 

"Why wait?" Rick questioned, winking at his wife. "If Kaitlyn's as game as she claims, let's find out."

"Our place is only a few blocks from here." Debbie stated, rising to her feet. "There's no time like the present to get to know each other."

I nodded my head even though I was extremely reluctant to go with them. I knew that if I made up some sort of excuse it would sound like a lie or worse, that I wasn't serious about becoming a member of their group. 

"Let's ride." I suggested, grabbing my helmet.

"If you don't mind, I'll ride back with you." Debbie proposed. "My butt needs a break."

I followed Rick out of the parking lot and down the street. Debbie was sitting behind me, her large breasts pressed against my back, her hands on my waist. I leaned back slightly to see what kind of reaction I'd get. The blonde haired girl raised her hands, brushing them gently over my t-shirt until they were cupping my breasts. She squeezed them softly with her long fingers causing my nipples to harden.

Arriving at their home, situated in a middle-class neighborhood, we parked the bikes in the driveway, then entered the house.

"How about a beer?" Rick offered, turning on the livingroom lights. "Or would you prefer something stronger?"

"A beer's fine." I replied, even though I didn't really want one.

"Bring them to the bedroom." Debbie commanded. 

"Kaitlyn and I are going to get to know each other." She added, grabbing me by the hand.

Debbie flipped the light switch on as we entered the bedroom. Releasing my hand she set about lighting a half-dozen or so scented candles scattered about the large room. I was trembling just enough that the young woman could sense my apprehension. 

Approaching me, she pulled me into her arms, then raised her lips up to mine. It was my first time ever kissing another woman. My lips quivered, then succumbed to the soft, sensual pleasure we were sharing. Surprisingly, I slithered my tongue between Debbie's lips penetrating her hot, moist mouth. We both moaned in unison when our tongues flicked hard. 

"This isn't your first time, is it?" Debbie whispered when we finally broke our initial kiss.

"Yes...yes it is." I muttered. "I've never been with another woman before."

"Really!" Debbie exclaimed. "You're gonna be one hot little bitch in bed then!"

"Have I missed anything?" Rick questioned, joining us in the bedroom, carrying two bottles of beer.

"Nope. The show's just beginning." Debbie answered.

We kissed again, this time much more passionately, our lips pressing hard against each other's. Knowing Rick was watching the two of us didn't bother me in the least. Debbie reached for the front of my t-shirt, pulling it from my bluejeans. She eased it upward, pulling it off over my head. Tossing the t-shirt onto a chair next to Rick, she reached down and unfastened my jeans, slowing sliding the zipper down to reveal my black, nylon bikini panties.

Pushing the denim material down to my feet, I rested one hand on her shoulder to steady myself while she took them off. They too joined my t-shirt on the chair, before sliding to the carpeted floor.

After sharing another heated kiss, Debbie spun me around till I was facing Rick. I'd become so engrossed in what Debbie was doing to me that I wasn't aware her husband was getting undressed right behind me. For a guy with an average build, his cock was much, much more than average. His long, thick cock was hard as a rock, pointing slightly upward from his groin. I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

"Nice, isn't it?" Debbie whispered in my ear. "Wait'll he shoves it up your tight, little cunt."

I gasped slightly hearing her words but I wanted Rick to fuck me and right then. Debbie had other ideas in mind. Reaching up, she unclasped my black lace bra. Sliding the straps off my shoulders and down my arms, she exposed my firm breasts to her husband.

"Fucking beautiful!" Rick exclaimed, taking a big swig of his beer. "Now let's see Kaitlyn's cunt."

"How about it Kaitlyn?" Debbie murmured. "Do you wanna show Rick how beautiful your pussy is?"

I tried to speak but I could only mouth the words. Debbie hooked her fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly slid them down my legs, letting them fall to my ankles. Lifting one foot at a time, I kicked them off. Rick picked them up, putting them to his nose.

"She's a hot one!" He exclaimed with a devilish grin. "God Damn! She's a fucking hot one!"

"Why don't you come closer so Kaitlyn can suck on your cock?" Debbie suggested. "I'm sure she's good with her mouth."

Rick stepped closer, downing the last of his beer. The head of his hard cock was mere inches from my tummy. I was staring down at it, anxious to wrap my lips around his thick fuck shaft. 

Debbie's hands on my shoulders exerted sufficient pressure to force me down to my knees. Grabbing the back of my head, Rick pushed his cock between my hungry lips, forcing it to the back of my throat. I gagged at first, trying to catch my breath. Rick pulled his cock back until just the head was still in my mouth. He plunged forward till the head of his cock again hit the back of my throat. I was salivating, trying my best to lubricate his cock as it plunged in and out. I tried once, maybe twice, to pull back but Rick's grip on my hair strengthened that much more. I tightened my lips around his cock, flicking my tongue furiously, to get him off. 

"Oh Fuck!" Rick exclaimed, watching his wife getting undressed. "This bitch sucks cock better than you!"

"Let's see how well she eats pussy." Debbie countered. "Nobody eats pussy better than me."

Rick released his grip on my hair, then slid his cock from between my lips. I gasped for air as Debbie pulled me by the arm towards the bed. I found myself lying flat on my back with my legs spread wide. Debbie's pussy was right above my face, dripping light drops of her juices onto my chin. I felt her lips kissing all around my pussy, then her tongue darted between the folds.

"Ohhhhhh Goddddddddd!" I moaned. "Hmmmmmmmm...Yessssssss!"

Debbie reached around, grabbing my hair. She pulled my face up to her pussy, wanting the same treatment she was giving me. Our tongues danced over each other's pussy, trying to outdo the other. When I began sucking on Debbie's clit, she sucked harder on my sensitive bud. I teased her pussy, tricking her into working my pussy harder and more fervently. She had me cumming, screaming out her name as the insurmountable pleasure turned into absolute ecstasy. My body quivered as the orgasm consumed me with wave after wave of sexual gratification. Debbie's pussy was oozing heavy juices onto my lips. I licked the fluid off my lips, savoring the taste.

"Ok Big Boy!" Debbie asserted. "She's all yours!"

I felt the mattress compress when Rick climbed on the bed. Looking between Debbie's body and mine, all I could see was his huge cock. Debbie squatted back, pressing her pussy into my face. She pulled my legs upwards, spreading them wide. My pussy was flowing heavy with my juices, making it fairly easy for Rick to penetrate me. 

I felt the lips of my pussy spread apart as Debbie's husband shoved his long, thick cock inside me. My fingers tightened their grip on Debbie's legs as Rick fed more and more of his cock into me. My moans and cries were muffled by the young woman's pussy pressed to my lips. 

"Fuck her hard!" Debbie commanded. "I wanna hear your bodies slapping hard and fast against each other!" 

Rick complied with Debbie's wishes, plunging into me like a wild animal. My ass was squirming, trying to accommodate his huge member. Debbie tightened her grip on my legs, spreading my legs farther apart. Loud smacking sounds filled the candlelit bedroom as Rick pounded into me harder and faster.

"Stop! Stop!" Debbie ordered. "Let's not get our new friend off so quick! I wanna make her beg for it!" 

Rising to her feet, Debbie kept a firm grip on my legs, sliding her hands up to my ankles. Rick was sweating profusely, his perspiration dripping off his face onto my tummy.

"How about it Kaitlyn?" Rick asked. "You ready to cum for me?"

"YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" I screamed.

Rick started fucking me like a wild man. My exhausted body was being violently jolted with each hard stroke. My orgasm built slowly then peaked muck quicker than I expected. Rick's perspiration was pouring as fast as his cum was spewing from his beautiful cock. I was bathed internally and externally with his fluids. Rick shook like he was being electrocuted as his powerful climax took absolute control of him. My pussy was so tired I couldn't flex my muscles quick enough or tightly enough to milk him like I wanted.

Rick collapsed on top of me, totally spent. Debbie eased my legs down to the bed. My entire body ached. 

"You're one great fuck!" Rick whispered in my ear between gasping breaths.

"Damn straight!" Debbie agreed, wiping the perspiration from my forehead. "With a little practice, you'll be just as good at eating pussy."

The three of us lay there, none of us saying another word, till we gradually drifted off to sleep. It was early morning when I awoke, stirred by Rick's snoring in my ear. Debbie was lying at my side, her left hand gently cupping my right breast. Looking closely, I could see she was awake.

"I've got to be going." I whispered, trying not to waken her husband.

"Why don't you stay the night?" She proposed. "We can spend the day together."

"I can't." I replied. "Everyone at work would get suspicious if I took a day off."

"There's more to life than work." Debbie countered. "Besides that, I think the two of us could become great friends."

"I thought we were already good friends." I murmured, hearing Rick beginning to stir.

"Good friends, yes but I want us to be great friends." Debbie muttered, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek. "I've really got this thing for you."

"How about this weekend?" I suggested. "We could hang out together at the club."

"That's an idea." Debbie agreed. "I usually have to tend bar but you could give me a hand. That way we could talk some and get to know each other better."

Climbing off the bed, Debbie led me down the hallway to the bathroom. Assisting me with a hot shower and helping me dry off, brought back my energy. I got dressed while the young girl wrote down directions to Ravagers. Rick had fallen back to sleep, unaware I was leaving.

It was almost 3:00am when I pulled into the garage. Gary's Land Rover was missing, renewing my suspicions that he was seeing someone else. Entering the house, I could tell he'd been there and changed clothes, leaving his old clothes from the previous day strewn about his bedroom. Strangely, I found myself caring about him, worried that our seven year marriage might be in danger.

I stretched out across the bed, letting the cool breeze off the lake ease me into a deep sleep. Waking at my usual time, I took another shower and prepped for another day at the office. My pussy was slightly sore from all the sexual activity the night before but I knew the irritation would soon pass.

Arriving at the Regency Building, I stopped briefly to chat with Evelyn before continuing on to my fourth floor office. Stopping for a cup of coffee, I heard giggling coming from down the hallway. I could tell it was from Heather, having become quite familiar with her giddiness.

Approaching my office, I saw Trey sitting on the corner of Heather's desk. She was flirting like a schoolgirl, laughing at his remarks and squirming seductively in her chair, making sure she showed him an eyeful of her slender legs. The three of us exchange morning greetings as I passed by, proceeding directly into my office.

Heather was making a play for Trey's attention but it didn't really bother me. The past week apart had given me a chance to think about our relationship. I was skeptical about his statements concerning his relationship with Michelle, his supposed fiancé. Since she was still living with him, I was sure there was more to their relationship than he was letting on. If Heather wanted him, let her have him.

The workday passed slowly, almost as if the clock had stopped. When it began raining during the early afternoon, I pretty much wrote off riding later that evening. I didn't really mind since there were other things I needed to take care of around the house.

When I wheeled my Mercedes into the driveway that evening I spotted Gary loading up his Land Rover. I wasn't sure if I wanted to meet him face to face but it was too late to drive around and wait till he left.




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 02



"I'm going out of town for the weekend." He stated, closing the rear hatch of the SUV. "You can call me on my cellphone if an emergency arises."

"Nothing will come up that I can't handle." I responded as I passed by him.

"When I return, I'd like for the two of us to sit down and have a long talk." He affirmed. "A talk about us."

"Fine. Whatever." I replied with a nonchalant attitude. "The sooner the better as far as I'm concerned."

To be continued... 



Two Wheel Desires Ch. 03



Saturday morning I slept in late. I had the whole day to kill before riding out to Clarksville and seeing what Ravagers was all about. Debbie had mentioned the place didn't really start rockin' till around 8:00pm. I wasn't sure what to expect but I hoped I was prepared.

After catching up on some shopping I decided to lie out and catch some sun. Donning a white bikini, one of only a few that I possessed, I stretched out on a lounge on the patio. Being fair complected, I tan rather easily without burning. 

I hadn't been lying out long before I was pleasantly interrupted by my next door neighbor's son, Zachary or Zack as he prefers to be called. Zack was a cute kid, just having graduated from high school. A star athlete who'd graduated in the top ten percent of his class, his parents weren't happy with his plans for the future. He'd turned down several college scholarships, opting to attend some sort of technical school instead. Which one or what field of interest he was still undecided on.

"Hey Zack." I greeted him. "Whatcha you up to?"

"Hi Mrs. McConnell." He replied, looking downhearted. "Nothin' much. Just hangin' out."

Even though Zack was just eighteen, he was damn good looking. Too young to really be called handsome, I could foresee him breaking the hearts of many women in his life. He stood about five foot, ten with very pronounced muscle tones, especially in his upper body. His thick blond hair and bright blue eyes captivated me as I'm sure they did with his former female classmates. His smile was warm, pleasant and very masculine. 

"Is your husband around?" Zack asked, his eyes slowly scanning over my bikini-clad body.

"No. He's off on a business trip." I answered, not really sure where the hell he was.

"Did you come over to see him about something?" I questioned, trying to find out why he was paying me a visit.

"Nah." Zack mumbled. "I was just wondering is all."

"Why don't you sit down?" I suggested, nodding towards a chair next to me.

"Would you like something to drink?" I offered as he sat down.

"A beer sounds good." He replied, staring at my breasts. 

"Not at your age!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "You wanna get me arrested?"

"Ah! I won't tell anyone." Zack asserted, grinning.

"You won't have to tell anyone." I countered. "Your parents will smell it on your breath."

"I'm going to have some iced tea." I stated. "How about you?"

Zack nodded his head, consenting to my offer. Getting up from the lounge, I caught him staring at my butt. Purposely, I jiggled it a little right in his young face just to tease him.

Returning from the kitchen with two glasses of the refreshment, I noticed Zack had unbuttoned his sport shirt, exposing much of his completely hairless chest. I couldn't help but take note of his very pronounced pectoral muscles.

"This young man's going to grow up to be a fucking Adonis!" I thought, handing him the iced tea.

"Aren't you afraid you'll burn?" Zack asked, grinning sheepishly. "It doesn't look like you're wearing any sunblock."

"I brought some out with me." I replied, pointing to it on the patio table. "I just didn't bother putting any on."

It was a lie but I wanted to see where he was going with his comment. I'd put sunblock on earlier, before I laid out.

"Would you like me to put some on you?" Zack offered, biting his lower lip to hide a grin.

"If it's his hands he wants to get on me, I'm going to string his cute little ass along." I thought.

"If you wouldn't mind." I replied in a somewhat sexy tone of voice.

"No! I wouldn't mind at all!" Zack declared, jumping from his chair to retrieve the tube of sunblock.

Adjusting the chaise lounge to a flat position, I stretched out on it, lying face down. Reaching behind me, I untied my top, removing it completely. 

"You're going to have a tanline where your top was tied." Zack commented, squirting some of the sunblock on my back.

"I find tanlines kind of sexy, don't you?" I remarked.

"Kinda." Zack responded. "I prefer an all over tan myself...on girls I mean."

Zack slowly spread the sunblock on my bare back with a light touch. He was obviously enjoying the task, maybe enjoying it too much. My head was resting on my arms, allowing the young man a slight view of my bare breasts. I could feel his hand working its way towards my right side, sensing he was going to try and cop a feel. Twisting my body just a little kept my right breast safely tucked beneath me. I'm sure he was disappointed by my move.

After applying the lotion to my back, Zack began working on the back of my legs. I sensed his breathing had become quite labored. His hand was gently squeezing my legs more than it was massaging in the sunblock. He was obviously enjoying the task much more than I was. His right hand slowly worked its way upwards towards my butt.

"Spread your legs a little." He commanded in a strained voice.

"Not without buying me dinner first." I jested with a laugh.

My sexually charged response caught him off-guard. His hand, mere inches from my butt, stopped massaging in the lotion. At first I thought I'd made a big mistake allowing myself to make the remark. A long moment passed before Zack firmly grasped my right leg, spreading it from the left. The situation was getting out of hand, allowing the young man to take control.

"Just so you'll know." Zack asserted, spreading the lotion into my inner thighs. "I prefer older women."

"I'll bet you've never even been with an older woman." I countered, hoping to throw him a curve.

"How much you wanna bet?" The young man asked, daring me to answer.

I remained silent, not really knowing what to do. Zack's hand worked up closer to my butt. His strong fingers brushed lightly over the material covering my pussy. I bit my lower lip to keep from emitting a moan. With his left hand, Zack untied the strings at the sides of my bikini. He waited a few seconds to see if I was going to object. When I didn't, he pulled the bikini back, exposing my bare butt. 

Zack wiped the sunblock off his hand with a towel I'd brought out. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him lick his middle finger, then grin at me with a sinister look on his face.

"Zack, don't!" I exclaimed. "This has gone way too far!"

The young man pushed my shoulder down till I was again lying on my stomach. I felt Zack's long, middle finger slowly circling the lips of my pussy, teasing me until I started to squirm. Gently, he inserted the digit, burying it all the way. Zack took my barely audible moan as a consent to continue.

He finger-fucked me slowly, swirling his digit inside my pussy. My juices were flowing onto his finger, dripping out onto the palm of his hand. 

"Ohhhh God." I moaned softly, closing my eyes and burying my face. 

Zack continued fingering my pussy, inserting a second finger. My ass was starting to buck, trying to force him to work me harder and faster.

"Zack!" I cried out. "Do it harder! Make me cum!"

The young man complied with my wishes, furiously stroking his two fingers in and out of my pussy. Zack's left hand slipped beneath me, cupping one of my breasts, roughly fondling it. I felt myself about to cum but I fought back the urge to let it happen. Zack's thumb brushed over my asshole. Lubricated by my juices, he eased his thumb inside my ass. I came instantly, consumed by the heated rush of extreme sexual gratification. My pussy clamped down on Zack's fingers, trying to trap them inside my pussy.

"OH GODDDDDDDD!" I moaned aloud. "FUCKKKKKKK!"

My body trembled and convulsed until the orgasm finally subsided. I lay there on the lounge, tightly grasping the cushion. Zack slowly removed his fingers from my pussy, putting them to his mouth. He sucked on them, savoring the taste of my juices. I looked at his crotch, noticing a large stain on the front of his tan slacks.

"I see it was good for you too." I quipped between deep breaths.

"Oh God!" Zack exclaimed, totally embarrassed. 

His face was blush-red, giving him an almost innocent look. I tossed him the towel so he could cover himself.

"I'd better be going." Zack mumbled, avoiding looking at me.

Before I could say anything, he took off running across the lawn towards his parent's house. I watched him disappear through the tall shrubbery, wondering when or if he'd ever return.

Picking up the towel Zack had dropped; I put it around myself and made a run for the house, leaving my bikini lying on the patio. Once inside, I made a beeline to the master bathroom to shower off. I should have felt ashamed and guilty for what I'd allowed to happen but I didn't. In all honesty, I felt thrilled and exhilarated knowing that a young man of eighteen had found me attractive enough to want me sexually.

It was about 7:30 when I rode my motorcycle out of the garage, heading northeast towards Clarksville. Debbie had written down the directions to the biker hangout so I felt confident I could find it without any trouble. Located on the only country road north of the small town, it should be easy to spot.

Ravagers was exactly as Rick, Debbie's husband, had described it. Once a small manufacturing facility, the two-story brick building sat approximately a quarter mile off the road. As I eased the bike onto the entrance road I spotted a large black guy leaning against an Electra Glide. He stepped out in front of me, motioning for me to stop. Several motorcyclists passed by without so much as slowing down.

"Sorry Miss but this is a private club." The guy stated in a very deep voice.

"Yes, I know." I asserted. "I'm the guest of Rick and Debbie Roberts."

"Ahhh! Then you've got to be Kaitlyn!" He declared with a smile. "Rick said you were a hottie! Damned if he wasn't right!"

I blushed hearing his compliment, even more when he slipped a finger in the top of my red leather vest and pulled it away from my chest. The only thing I was wearing underneath it was a lacy pink bra.

"Hot Damn!" The man exclaimed, peering down. "You got some nice titties!"

"I take it you approve." I quipped.

"Yep. A might overdressed though." He proclaimed, looking me over. 

For my initial visit to the biker hangout, I'd chosen red leather chaps, which matched my vest, over white denim jeans. Instead of boots, I decided to wear red high-heels. Since my Screamin' Eagle Fat Boy had running boards instead of footpegs, it allowed me to wear the high-heels without any problem.

Parking my motorcycle along with thirty or so other bikes at the side of the building, I could hear classic rock music emanating from inside. It wasn't so loud that it hurt your ears but not toned down so much that it was hard to hear either.

Stepping inside the two-story building, I looked around for Rick and Debbie. It took a minute or two for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. The bar was off to my right, towards the back of the building. Situated to my left was an area, floored with light oak hardwood. I assumed it was a dance floor since several couples, including two girls, were slow dancing on it. Rectangular tables were scattered about the main room in no particular order. 

At the far end from the entrance I could see several large overhead doors that were open. They must have served as loading docks at one time. I noticed a dozen or so motorcycles parked at the doors, a few of them were custom built choppers. In an area, off by themselves, were three old pool tables, illuminated by lighting suspended from the high ceiling. They looked like they'd seen much better days. The walls were decorated with motorcycle memorabilia and advertising posters, which complimented the décor perfectly. 

What I'd failed to notice was that almost everyone was looking at me. Being a newbie, I was being scrutinized by the rest of the members. I stood; almost paralyzed, not knowing whether to turn and leave or make my way to the bar.

"Kaitlyn!" Followed by a loud whistle came from across the dimly lit room. Looking towards its origin I spotted Rick motioning me over. Making my way through the crowd I joined him and several of his friends.

"I see you made it alright." He stated, putting his arm around my waist. "Man, do you look fuckin' hot!"

Rick introduced me to everyone at the table. They all seemed quite friendly, especially the guys.

"You wanna join us or would you like me to introduce you around?" Rick inquired.

"Well, Debbie kind of asked me to help out behind the bar." I replied. "I told her I would."

"On your first night at Ravagers, you're going to work!" Rick exclaimed. "That doesn't seem very fair."

"I don't mind." I declared. "It'll give me chance to help out and still meet a lot of people."

"Oh yeah." One of the guys at the table commented. "She's definitely a keeper. Gorgeous and willing to work. That's my kind of woman."

"Well, Deb's over behind the bar." Rick stated. "I'm sure she'll be glad to have an extra set of hands helping out."

As I made my way towards the bar I noticed it was the only area that was well lit. Decorative pendant light fixtures, suspended from the high ceiling, illuminated the bar from one end to the other. I spotted Debbie mixing drinks while a young man filled one of the coolers. She waved me over, seeming quite excited to see me.

"Reinforcements have arrived!" She shouted, motioning for me to come around the end of the bar.

"I was beginning to think you might have had second thoughts about joining us." She asserted, giving me a hug.

"No. Quite the contrary." I replied. "I wouldn't have missed this night for the world."

"You should have been here last night." Debbie avowed. "I think every member we've got was here. They like to wore my ass out."

"Well, just tell me what to do and I'll get to it." I offered. 

"Great! You can take Danny's place." She responded. "He's dying to mingle with the other members."

Since there weren't any waitresses, everyone had to come up to the bar to order their drinks. While Debbie took care of the mixed drinks, I served up the ice cold beer, uncapping bottle after bottle until I lost count. At three dollars a bottle the couple was making good money on each one served.

When things slowed down a little, Debbie and I got a chance to chat and light up a cigarette. Until now, I hadn't noticed she wasn't wearing any jeans beneath her black leather chaps. She was only wearing white thong panties. Black boots and a white tank top completed her outfit. Seeing her nipples clearly protruding beneath her top tempted me to reach out and tweak one of the nubs.

"A little air-ish, isn't it?" I questioned, slapping her on the butt.

"Hah!" Debbie laughed. "Being at the club is one of the few places I get to show off my body without getting arrested for indecent exposure."

"What're you wearing under that vest and those jeans?" She asked. "Something sexy I'll bet."

"A pink bra with matching panties." I answered.

"Hmmm. Well let's see 'em." Debbie stated. "I'm sure the guys will get a kick out of it."

"You want me to work in my underwear?" I questioned.

"Well, your undies and those chaps and high-heels." Debbie acknowledged. "Don't tell me you're scared to show a little skin."

"No...it's just that someone might see me that knows me." I responded. 

"Well, if there's anyone here that already knows you; they're probably here for the same reason as you." She maintained.

Thinking about it, she was right. Remembering the saying, "what goes on at Ravagers, stays at Ravagers", I seriously considered Debbie's proposal.

"I'll take off the vest but not my jeans." I finally conceded. "Maybe later on I might change my mind."

My fingers worked the snaps on my red leather vest, slipping it off within seconds. Several guys approached the bar, wanting a closer look at my breasts. I was embarrassed at first but their comments were complimentary and not callous. That helped ease my nervousness. It certainly helped the beer sales. Deb had to help me until I could get everyone served.

As the night progressed, I got a chance to meet a lot of the private club's members. Most were anywhere from their early twenties to their late thirties. The majority of them were quite friendly and outgoing. I slow danced with quite a few guys while Rick filled in for me behind the bar. A couple of them tried to unhook my bra but luckily for me the clasp was in the front.

I needed to use the restroom before taking my place behind the bar so Rick could mingle with the other members. That's where I ran into Susan and Marie, the two girls I'd seen slow dancing together earlier in the evening. Both appeared to be in their late twenties. Susan was about my height with a slender build and a full head of silky blonde hair. In stark contrast, Marie was an inch or two shorter than Susan with an average build and short, spiky black hair. 

They both looked my way as I entered the restroom but neither of them spoke. Susan's Harley-Davidson t-shirt had been lifted above her bare breasts, exposing her long, hard nipples. Her faded bluejeans were down around her ankles, her white cotton panties shoved down just enough to display her shaven pussy. Marie was sucking on one of Susan's nipples while her fingers fucked in and out of her companion's pussy. It was hard not to stop and watch but I didn't want them to think I was startled by their actions.

After taking care of business, I walked hurriedly to one of the lavatories next to them to wash my hands. Marie and Susan were still going at it with Susan pinned against the wall. While I was drying my hands on a paper towel, Marie reached out and firmly grabbed my wrist.

"Keep her going while I take a piss, will ya?" The woman asked. "I won't be a minute."

I froze for just an instant, letting her request register with my brain. Susan reached out, putting her right hand on my shoulder to pull me closer. I kissed the blonde-haired woman passionately, licking her pouty lips with my tongue. Sliding my tongue slowly down over her neck I heard her begin to moan, almost incoherently. I nibbled her firm breasts, sucking gently on each nipple. Susan was moaning louder, her breaths coming in quick, sharp gasps.

"Work that bitch!" Marie commanded from one of the stalls. "Just don't make her cum."

My tongue slithered lower, passing over Susan's flat tummy. Sliding downward, towards her pubic area, I heard the commode flush, then Marie's heavy footsteps approaching. The woman knelt down behind me, then reached around, unfastening my lacey bra.

"Suck her fuckin' cunt!" She demanded. "Suck it till she comes all over your face!"

Slipping my tongue inside Susan's sopping wet pussy; I got a taste of her harsh tasting juices. Susan began humping my face as my tongue slithered around inside her. Marie's hands cupped and roughly massaged my breasts while she nibbled on my earlobe. She was driving me as crazy as I was driving her companion. 

Flicking my tongue lightly over Susan's clit, she began screaming out, begging for me to make her cum.

"NOW DAMN IT!" Susan screamed. "MAKE IT HAPPEN...NOW!"

Taking the bud between my lips, I sucked and tugged on it at the same time. Susan's orgasm was like an explosion, jolting the three of us as she thrust repeatedly against my face. Her cum flowed onto my lips and into my mouth. I swallowed it, savoring the bitter taste. My fingers slowly eased their grip on the blonde's upper thighs as her sexual gratification faded into blissful memory. 

Rising from my knees to stand up, Marie's hands slipped from my breasts down to my waist. She turned me around, looking into my eyes.

"You're fucking awesome!" She declared with a grin. "I bet you're one helluva cocksucker!"

Marie put her hand to the back of my head, pulling my face to hers for a most fervent kiss. Our lips meshed hard trying to pull one another's lips into our mouths. I slammed my long tongue into her mouth, sliding it hard against the roof of her mouth. She almost gagged as I took her breath away. 




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 03



Breaking our kiss, Marie hugged me to her breasts like a long, lost friend. I could feel her heart beating against my bare breasts. A few long moments passed before the three of us composed ourselves and straightened or attire. I knew I'd probably have bruises on my breasts the following morning but I didn't really care.

Returning to the main room, I joined Debbie behind the bar while Marie and Susan headed for the exit. They both turned and gave me a friendly wave before stepping outside.

"Thought for a minute you might have gotten lost." Debbie remarked. "That is until I heard all the moaning and screaming coming from the ladies room."

"You could hear us?" I exclaimed.

"Hell! We had to turn the music up just to drown you guys out." Rick commented, walking up to the bar. 

Debbie handed me a cold beer, which I really didn't want but I knew my breath probably smelled awful. I took a big gulp, sloshing the beer around in my mouth before swallowing it. 

I was beginning to feel the effects of all the alcohol I'd drank and was wondering how I was going to make it home safely without having an accident or getting picked up. There was a pot of freshly brewed coffee behind the bar so I started drinking it instead of alcohol. 

"Kaitlyn, you got a minute?" Rick asked. "There's someone I'd like you to meet."

"Yeah, sure." I replied, stepping out from behind the bar to follow him.

Rick led me across the main room to a table near the open overhead doors. Sitting at the table were two guys, one of whom I remembered dancing with earlier. 

"Kaitlyn, this is Warren and Travis Cunningham. They rode in from St. Louis yesterday morning." Rick stated, introducing them. "Guys, this is Kaitlyn McConnell, Ravagers' newest member."

It was quite evident the two men were brothers. They appeared to be in the mid-thirties. Both were quite good-looking. Standing to shake my hand, I could see they were at least six foot tall with very athletic builds. Clean shaven and dressed in typical riding gear, they presented a very neat appearance.

"Won't you sit down Kaitlyn?" Warren Cunningham asked. "We'd like to buy you a drink."

"Thanks but I've had way too much to drink already." I answered, taking a seat next to his brother.

"I'll bum a cigarette off of you though." I asserted, noticing a pack in his vest pocket.

"Warren and Travis just opened a new Harley-Davidson dealership in St. Louis." Rick proclaimed. "They're looking for someone to shoot a video and some promotional photos in their store. 

"We'd like that person to be you." Travis spoke up, ogling my breasts, barely encased in the soft pink bra. "Warren and I are quite captivated by your fantastic looks, not to mention your incredible figure."

"Well...thank you both but I seriously doubt I'd be interested." I affirmed, taking a drag off the cigarette.

"We wouldn't expect you to do it for nothing." Warren countered. "We're willing to pay you...say two grand plus expenses for your time."

"Let's make it twenty-five hundred." Travis stated, seeing I was still disinterested in their proposition. "That's not bad for three to four days of your time."

"I make twice that every week." I declared. 

"You do!" All three men exclaimed in unison.

"What the hell kind of job pays that well?" Travis questioned.

I was hesitant to answer, not knowing how Rick and Debbie would take it. I felt they might not want someone like me in their close-knit group.

"I'm...I'm the vice-president of the Regency Investment Group." I stammered.

"Geez! A fuckin' corporate executive!" Rick exclaimed, quite stunned to learn my occupation.

"What's that?" Debbie asked, joining the group.

"Kaitlyn's the vice-president of the Regency Investment Group." Rick responded in a raised tone of voice. "Did you know that?"

"No, I didn't." Debbie replied, taking the news in stride. "Are you surprised that some of us women can hold down upper management jobs?"

"Let's get off the subject of my occupation and talk about these videos and promotional photographs you wanna shoot." I suggested, hoping to change the subject.

Warren took the question, giving me an overview of their plans. 

"We thought about someone...like you...someone really hot walking around the showroom floor, sitting on several bikes and talking about them. Of course, we'd want to make sure the prices were stated along with financing and payment terms."

"We thought about doing something similar with the service, accessory and clothing departments." Travis chimed in. "We're planning on doing an extensive advertising campaign with the hopes of capturing a major portion of the Harley-Davidson business for eastern Missouri."

"Let me guess." I said, interrupting Travis' salespitch. "I assume that what you're really wanting is someone to prance around your showroom, scantily clad, hopping on and off motorcycles like a bunny rabbit, quoting payments."

"Well...kinda." Warren stammered, staring at my bra-covered breasts.

"The network television stations will never air it; neither will the public broadcasting stations." I affirmed. "There's too much public outcry for decency on television, especially during day and primetime hours. Your commercials would probably be highly scrutinized, cut to ribbons...or worse, flat out refused airtime."

"Well shit!" Travis exclaimed, sounding very dismayed. "What the hell are we gonna do now?"

"Go forward with your plans, just change them a little." I suggested. "Forget the scantily-clad babe altogether and be truthful with your pricing and financing arrangements."

"Some ditzy cunt in a skimpy bikini isn't going to appeal to a female motorcycle buyer." I continued. "And a guy's gonna be more interested in how much bike he can get for his dollar, whether he's gonna pay cash or buy on credit."

Looking at the Cunningham brothers I sensed they were still not grasping my ideas. Or maybe they didn't want to grasp my ideas. I wasn't sure what they were thinking.

"So, what you're saying is the guys need a more sophisticated approach to their advertising campaign." Debbie stated, breaking the silence at the table.

"Precisely!" I exclaimed, grasping her upper arm. "Appeal to both the male and female buyers and at the same time, have the local cable companies competing for your business."

"If we go with your ideas, would you reconsider our offer?" Travis inquired. "We can't double our offer but we could up the ante to say...three grand."

"Three grand and anything I want from your dealership at your cost." I demanded. "And that includes motorcycles too. And, most importantly, I decide on what I'm going to wear or not wear, no questions asked."

"Done!" Warren exclaimed with a big smile, extending his hand across the table for me to grasp.

"Done!" I reiterated, shaking his, then Travis' hand.

"Not that that's settled, what say we ride out for a bite to eat?" Travis proposed. "I'm sure there's plenty of restaurants open twenty-four hours."

The alcohol from earlier in the evening had worn off enough to give me the confidence to be able to ride my bike. Debbie agreed to join us but Rick decided to stay at the club since there were quite a few members still hanging around. Deb rode on the back of my bike, following Warren and Travis on their bikes.

"You know these guys are gonna wanna fuck us." Debbie proclaimed, leaning close to my ear.

"I'm sure they are." I responded. "I'd be disappointed if they didn't."

"They're both married." She added. "I hope you realize that."

"You're forgetting." I laughed. "We are too!" 

After grabbing a late night breakfast at one of the family style restaurants on the northeast side of Indy, the four of us gathered around our motorcycles in the nearly deserted parking lot. The air was chilly, causing Debbie's nipples to grow hard, appearing to almost pop through her white tank-top.

"Travis and I are staying at the Holiday Inn just off the bypass." Warren stated. "We've got a great room with two queen-size beds if you ladies would care to join us."

Debbie and I looked at each other even though we'd already made up our minds about joining the guys if they asked us. Still, it was fun to watch them skim a little waiting for us to answer.

"I guess it'd be alright." I muttered, doing my best to keep from laughing. "Seeing there are two beds."

We made the fifteen minute ride to the guy's hotel, shivering as the late night air felt downright cold. Both Debbie and I had goosebumps by the time we parked my bike next to theirs in a well-lit area near the lobby entrance.

"You girls look cold." Warren observed, grinning from ear to ear. "We'll have to warm you two up."

"I'm climbing into a warm bed and covering up!" Debbie exclaimed, shaking and shivering.

"I'll warm your ass up!" Warren exclaimed. "And everything else while I'm at it!" 

"I'm jumping into the shower and getting the water as hot as I can stand it." I stated, rubbing my bare arms.

"Would you like a little company?" Travis jested, putting his arm around my waist. "I'd be more than happy to wash your back."

"I'm counting on it." I replied, kissing him on the cheek.

Once inside the guy's hotel room, I made a dash for the bathroom. Travis was right behind me, practically tearing off his clothes. We could hear Warren and Debbie playing slap and tickle in the other room, wrestling on top of one of the beds.

After tossing my red leather vest on the countertop, I worked the front clasp on my bra. Travis was kneeling beside me, working the fasteners on my red leather chaps. Tossing the chaps on top of my vest and bra, Travis put his hands to my breasts, kneading and massaging them until my nipples reacted to his touch. His lips moved from one nipple to the other, gently tugging on them, flicking his tongue across the sensitive buds. 

"Let's get naked and into the shower." I muttered, pressing Travis' face hard to my breasts.

I put my hands on his broad shoulders while he tugged my white denim jeans down my legs. Kicking off my red high-heels allowed Travis to remove them completely. His fingers toyed with the elastic waistband on my pink panties, deliberately teasing me.

"Don't fuck around!" I exclaimed. "Take them off or rip them off!"

Being the gentleman that he was, Travis chose to slide them down my legs, lifting one foot at a time until he had them off. He tossed the lace panties with my other clothes then turned to look me over. He didn't say a word but the look on his face said everything I wanted to hear.

Stripping off his briefs, the two of us jumped into the shower. The hot water, near steaming temperature, instantly warmed my body. I finally quit shivering. Turning my attention to Travis, I took a washcloth and soaped it up. His cock was hard, protruding proudly from his groin. I gently washed his chest and shoulders before lowering my hands to his legs. Travis' stiff cock brushed against my face but I chose to attend to it last.

"Turn around!" I commanded.

Washing his back, I noticed the defined muscle tone.

"You work out?" I asked, whispering in his ear.

"Yeah. Whenever I get a chance." He replied. "It helps me forget about sex."

I thought his answer was a little strange but I didn't bother to ask him what he meant by it. I turned Travis around until he was once again facing me. His cock looked larger and harder. Staring him straight in the eye, my hands gently washed his dick. 

"I see you got your memory back." I murmured, looking down at his cock. 

"Actually, I got my memory back the minute I saw you at the club." Travis asserted, taking the washcloth from my hands. "Now it's my turn."

Soaping the washcloth again, he washed my breasts, tummy and arms. He was definitely enjoying himself, taking his time, washing me thoroughly. For both of us, showering together was a form of foreplay, a sensual massage with water and soap.

"OH FUCKKKK...YEAHHHH BABY!" Warren shouted out from the other room, breaking Travis' and my concentration.

"Looks like those two started without us." Travis jested, shutting off the shower. "I was kinda hoping to watch."

"Being with me, you'll forget all about watching." I assured him, reaching for the towels. "If anything, those two will be watching us."

Wrapping large bath towels around us, we waltzed out into the bedroom. Debbie was on all fours taking Warren's cock doggie-style. Her face was buried in a pillow in a feeble attempt to muffle her moans. Warren was gripping her waist, pulling her back on his hard cock, slamming the meat to her.

"She's a fuckin' sex machine!" Warren shouted, looking our way. "She's more than one man can handle!"

"Do your best big boy." I asserted. "Travis isn't gonna help you out any. Tonight, he's all mine."

Pulling the comforter back on the other bed, Travis and I slipped beneath the covers. Trying our best to ignore Warren and Debbie wasn't easy but we soon found ourselves engrossed with each other. 

Travis was a fantastic kisser, something I love doing. Our lips meshed softly against each other's, our kisses more loving than passionate. My lover's hands gently explored my body, brushing lightly over my soft skin, pressing the right buttons. I slipped my tongue between Travis' lips, slithering it sensuously inside his mouth. 

Travis soon became more aggressive, massaging and kneading my tender breasts, sucking hard on my enlarged nipples. He had me moaning, softly at first, then louder until I drowned out Debbie's cries of ecstasy. Sliding his mouth down over my tummy, Travis slipped a finger inside my wet pussy, stroking it slowly. Soon, another finger penetrated me. My hips pushed downward, trying to force him to finger me harder. Travis wasn't buying it. He wanted to work me up slowly until I begged him to fuck me.

Sliding lower until his face was between my legs, I felt his warm tongue slide up and down the folds of my pussy. I grabbed the back of his head with both hands, entwining my fingers in his hair. Travis slipped his tongue in and out of my pussy, tongue-fucking me until I screamed out. My first orgasm was so powerful I jumped from his grasp.

"OHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDD YESSSSSSS!" I screamed. "FUCKKKKKKKKKK!"

It was the reaction Travis wanted. Making me cum and scream aloud excited him more than ever. Taking my sensitive clit between his lips, he flicked his tongue over it until I cried out, flailing my legs wildly in the air. My second orgasm was more intense than the first, sucking the air from my body.

I gasped, trying to catch my breath, rolling onto my side. My eyes were glassy but I managed to see Warren and Debbie watching us.

"Give it to her good!" Debbie demanded. "Fuck her hard!"

Travis rolled me back onto my back, lifting and spreading my legs far apart. Looking down between my heaving breasts, I barely caught a glimpse of his cock before he plunged it hard into my pussy.

"OHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK!" I screamed out as Travis' cock forced its way deeper and deeper inside me. 

My hands reached upwards, grasping for his muscular arms but Travis was pounding his cock into me so hard I couldn't reach them. His balls were slapping against my ass with each long, deep stroke. Arching my back, I managed to kick my legs free of his grasp. I wrapped them around his waist, locking my ankles together.

Travis slipped his arms under my back and lifted me up. He was resting on his haunches with his cock impaling my pussy. I couldn't get off of his cock as he kept plunging into me with short, jabbing strokes. The friction against my swollen clit brought me to the ultimate orgasm. My fingernails clawed into Travis' shoulders, drawing blood. I felt Travis' cumming inside me, spewing his hot, thick cream in two huge loads.

"OHHHHHHH KATEEEEEEEEEE!" Travis moaned aloud as our bodies convulsed together. 

Our bodies, consumed by pure passion, lost all their strength. I collapsed on top of Travis, tumbling us both to the floor. My legs remained locked around his waist, cramped in pain, unable to release him.

My blurred vision barely made out the blood oozing from Travis' shoulders. I wasn't sure what had happened, fearing the worse that I'd cracked his head open. His smile, soft and rewarding, told me he was alright.

"Give me a minute and we'll go at it again." He muttered with a grin. 

"Let's get you cleaned up first." I suggested, unlocking my legs from around his waist.

"Need some help?" Debbie asked, coming over to help me.

"I can handle it." I answered, looking up at her. "They're just deep scratches, nothing serious."

Although Travis looked beat and not in the best of shape, he still managed to smile at me as I cleaned him up, lightly washing the dried blood off his scored flesh. After cleaning myself up the two of us rejoined Warren and Debbie.

"There's a few cold beers left if you want one." Warren stated. 

"No thanks." I replied. "All I want is a cigarette and some sleep."

"Better make it a quick one." Warren cautioned. "And you can forget the sleep. I wanna a piece of your ass."

"Only if I get Debbie in trade!" Travis exclaimed, taking a beer from the small refrigerator.

Glancing at Debbie, I could sense she felt much like I did. Neither of us were really interested in switching partners but we didn't want to voice our objections about it either. As for myself, I'd had enough sex during the last twenty-four hours to last me for awhile.

"Come over here, Kaitlyn." Warren asserted, patting the mattress. "Let's really get to know each other."

Climbing onto the bed, I snuggled up close to him. Warren put his arm around me, watching me finish off the last of my cigarette. Debbie clambered onto the bed with Travis, giving him a kiss that looked more like she was trying to suck his face off.

"She's got incredible lips." Warren declared, sliding his hand up my bare back. "Great for sucking cock."

"And I don't?" I questioned with a grin.

"Well...let's find out, shall we?" Warren replied.

Grasping his hard cock near the base, I lowered my mouth to the head. My tongue lightly licked all around the mushroom-shaped head, applying heavy globs of saliva. Warren put his hand to the back of my head, trying to force my mouth downward. I wanted to tease him as much as possible before getting down to business. Sliding my tongue up and down his long, thick shaft, I smeared my saliva all over his cock until it glistened in my hand. Warren was moaning, totally enjoying everything I was doing to him.

I glanced over at Travis and Debbie. Debbie was lying on her back with her legs spread wide. Travis was licking her pussy like a kitten licking cream. Debbie's eyes were half-closed as if she were in a dream state.

Sliding my mouth down over Warren's cock, I gripped it tightly with my lips as I lifted my head upward. My tongue worked side to side on the underneath side of his cock on the down stroke. 

"Ohhhh Fuckkkkk!" Warren moaned aloud. "You suck cock like a pro!"

My head bobbed up and down on his cock. Alternating between hard and fast, then slow and sensual, I had him nearing a climax within minutes. Warren's hard cock throbbed in my mouth, adding to my enjoyment. I deliberately kept him going, not wanting him to cum until I was ready.

Feeling his grip tighten in my hair, I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. His hips suddenly bucked upward, shooting the first of his hot loads down my throat. He moaned something incoherently, then exploded another thick load in my mouth. I almost gagged before I could get it swallowed, trying desperately to gasp for air. The last of his cum flowed slowly from his cock. I watched it flow from the tip then drip down on his shaft before licking it off. Warren was watching me with a coy grin on his face, utterly enjoying what I was doing.

"And the winner is?" I whispered, kissing him hard on the mouth.




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 03



"You. Definitely you." He murmured. "And for doing such a fantastic job, I'm gonna let you ride my cock."

"What!" I exclaimed, taken aback by his remark. "You mean you haven't had enough?"

"Fuck no!" Warren exclaimed. "I never get enough!"

We watched Warren and Debbie fuck like crazed animals until they both got off and collapsed in each other's arms. Admittedly, it was better than any porn movie I'd ever seen. Neither of them seemed to mind us watching them. If anything, I think Debbie rather liked being watched. It seemed to really turn her on.

Once Warren's cock responded to my gentle stroking, I lubricated him with my saliva. He held his cock tightly in his hand while I climbed on top of him. Straddling him, I eased myself down on his dick, working my pussy up and down until I engulfed him. Putting my hands on his chest for support, I leaned down and kissed him, sliding my tongue between his lips.

"Fuck me slow and easy." He commanded. "I wanna enjoy this for as long as I can."

"Fuck that!" I thought. "I'm gonna screw your ass good and hard so I can get some fuckin' sleep."

Grinding my hips, I tightened my pussy muscles as much as I could. I started slow, taking short strokes up and down on his cock. Gradually I increased the tempo until I was slamming my ass down on him. Warren grasped my butt, trying to slow me down but I kept fucking harder and faster. I could sense I had him near another climax. For me, that meant I could finally get some much needed rest.

I barely caught sight of Debbie climbing onto the bed with us. She shoved her middle finger into Warren's mouth, demanding he lick it. He seemed as much surprised as I was. His tongue licked and lubricated her finger until she pulled it from his mouth. Just as I was sliding down on Warren's cock, grinding my hips seductively, I felt Debbie swirl the digit around my asshole. Just as I started to protest, she jammed her finger all the way up my ass. I bucked against it, trying to break free but Debbie wasn't going to let that happen.

Debbie fingered my ass, making my hips thrust wildly. Warren was fucking his cock into me, pounding so hard, his balls were slapping against the back of Debbie's hand. When I came, I nearly passed out. Warren's cock spewed his cum, emptying the last of his fluids. Debbie stroked her finger in and out of me, gradually slowing her pace until she finally withdrew it. I collapsed on Warren, gasping so hard for breath my lungs hurt.

I was too weak to roll off of Warren on my own. Debbie had to pull me off, rolling me onto my back. I barely remember her leaning down and kissing me before I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

It was sometime mid-morning when Debbie woke me up. She was dressed and so were the guys.

"Warren and Travis are gonna give me a ride home." She murmured in my ear. "Give me a call later this afternoon. OK?"

I barely nodded my head before falling back to sleep. My body ached all over, seemingly every muscle in my body had been worked to its limit. But I wasn't complaining!

To be continued...



Two Wheel Desires Ch. 04



Waking later that morning, I grabbed a quick shower before heading home. The sky was overcast but didn't appear to be threatening rain. The ride home was refreshing, cruising along with the flow of traffic. I wasn't in any hurry, knowing full Gary probably wouldn't be home. I hated being home alone. The house we shared was much too big for just two people but I'd pretty much ruled out ever having any children. At thirty-two years of age, I felt my timeline for bearing children had reached its closing stages.

Passing by Zachary's parents' home, I caught a glimpse of the young man standing in the driveway. He was leaning against a small import convertible driven by a girl about his age. Surprisingly, he looked up from the girl to wave at me as I rumbled by. I hoped he wouldn't show up unexpectedly again. The last thing I needed to have to deal with was some love-struck eighteen year old. Dealing with Gary and wondering what our extensive talk was going to be about was utmost on my mind.

I didn't have to wonder for long. I'd barely finished doing the laundry and straightening up the house when I heard the electric garage door opener being activated. Gary's Land Rover slowly eased into the open bay next to my Mercedes. Hearing voices, I realized he wasn't alone. I was standing in the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of iced tea when the two men entered through the garage.

Gary barely glanced my way as he and the other guy, an older man somewhere in his early forties, passed through. Neither of them spoke to me. I heard the two of them mumbling as they ascended the stairs to the second floor. I wasn't about to follow them to see what they were up to. I didn't want them to think I was the least bit curious as to what they were doing.

Sitting out on the patio, I scanned through the latest issue of a motorcycling magazine. Almost an hour passed before Gary and his friend came downstairs. I heard the door to the garage open but didn't hear it shut. A few minutes later, the two waltzed out onto the patio.

"Kaitlyn, I'd like you to meet Gerald." Gary spoke, his voice cracking nervously. 

I extended my hand to shake Gerald's but he took a step back, giving me an ominous glare. Seeing him up close, he looked older than I originally thought. Gerald could be in his early fifties, maybe older. His receding hairline and the age wrinkles around his eyes were definitely that of an older man. He was medium height and slender build, someone you wouldn't look at twice in a room full of people. 

"I think...I think it's time we talked...about us." Gary stammered.

"Us as in you and I or us as in you and your lover?" I questioned, realizing what was going on.

"Gerald and I are...well...we're close." Gary stuttered, looking to his companion for support.

"For Christ's sake, Gary! Be a fucking man for a change!" Gerald exclaimed, showing his ire at having to listen to Gary's whimpering manner.

"Yeah Gary, be a fucking man for a change." I reiterated, tossing the magazine onto the patio table. "Or is being the man in your relationship your friend's job?"

"Let's not get sarcastic." Gary asserted. "We can discuss this without being coy and cynical."

"What I wanna know is how much this house is worth?" Gerald chimed in. "What'll it bring on the present market? I'm thinking a quick sale so Gary can get his money and the two of us can be on our way to California."

"The house would probably bring three point two million in a quick sale." I replied. "It was appraised last fall for three point six."

"Split down the middle that's one point six million for each of you." Gerald affirmed, grinning like he'd just struck gold.

"That's zip!" I countered, trying my best to keep from jumping up and kicking the man's balls up to his throat.

"This house doesn't belong to me nor does it belong to Gary." I declared. "It's the sole property of the Regency Investment Group."

The shocked look on Gerald's face was one I'll never forget. He grew pale, almost as if he was going to faint. The look on Gary's face wasn't quite as stunned.

"The two of us have been living here at no cost." I added. "We don't even have to pay the taxes or the insurance. It's one of the perks of my job."

"If it's money you're interested in and I'm sure that's what you're after, you may wanna have a seat." I suggested, pointing to one of the patio chairs. "I'd hate to see you fall down when you discover just what's Gary's net worth really is.

I half expected Gerald to run but he didn't. Instead the two men sat down across from me.

"First off, Gary and I have a joint savings account with about thirty-eight grand in it." I stated in a matter of fact tone of voice. "At half, that's about nineteen thousand he can lay his hands on."

Gerald was about to say something but I wasn't going to let him interrupt me.

"Gary has a savings account at the credit union but I doubt if there's much money in it." I affirmed. "Less than ten thousand, if that."

"The Land Rover's in Gary and Gary's name only." I proclaimed. "That, his clothes and golf clubs are his only assets."

"What about stocks, bonds, CD's, real estate?" Gerald inquired, rising to his feet.

"Zip, zip, zip and zip." I responded. "Gary's never invested a dime in anything worthwhile. He's spent his entire income on cars, clothes and jewelry, golfing junkets and electronic crap."

"Money's not important!" Gary spoke up, looking at his companion. "What's important is our relationship. It's much too special to let money come between our love for each other."

I almost puked hearing Gary's words. It was sickening. Worse for Gary, Gerald wasn't buying any of it.

"We'll sue, that's what we'll do!" Gerald threatened, slamming his fist on the glass-topped table. "We'll ask for five-hundred thousand dollars, not a penny less!"

"You don't stand a chance of getting a fuckin' dime." I contradicted. "I'll drag a divorce settlement through the courts for so long; you'll be drawing social security before it's finalized. And even then, you won't get a dime. I can guarantee that."

"Let's go Gerald." Gary pleaded, grabbing Gerald's wrist. "We won't settle anything by arguing with her. We'll get us a good attorney."

"Fuck you Gary!" Gerald shouted, jerking from his grasp. "You're nothing but a fucking twink! You're not the man I thought you were!"

Gerald got to his feet, kicked Gary in the shins and sprinted off across the yard. Gary's eyes welled with tears but he fought letting them stream down his sullen face.

"Well, looks like the old adage, money talks and bullshit walks isn't far off." I smarted off. 

"And as for you, I'll expect you out of this house and out of my life by the end of the day." I stated in a threatening tone. 

"My attorney will contact your mother about arranging a meeting to discuss a divorce settlement." I stated. "I'll make one offer, a cash settlement. I'd advise you both to take it without hesitation."

With that said, I walked back into the house. A flood of emotions was going through my mind, anger being the most prominent with disgust running a close second. I felt I'd failed Gary as a wife and a lover. I blamed myself for his turn in sexual preference. Still, I wasn't going to offer him a generous settlement in an effort to ease my guilt. 

By 10:30 that evening, Gary had packed all his clothes in his Land Rover and left. His golf clubs and other household items he'd have to return for. The house felt eerily empty, more so now than ever before. What my next move would be, I wasn't sure. Getting a good night's sleep was what I needed but it wasn't going to happen.

Arriving at work the next morning, I cut my usual morning conversation with Evelyn quite short, not much more than "Good Morning". Evelyn sensed something was wrong but she valued our friendship way too much to ask if anything was wrong.

Stepping off the elevator on the fourth floor I proceeded directly to my office, bypassing the coffee bar. Heather was sitting at her desk, practically staring at Trey's crotch. He was sitting on the corner of her desk, flirting with her like some teenager. I quickly strode past them both, not returning their morning greetings. Kicking my office door shut with my foot, I walked directly to my desk, dropping my purse and attaché next to my chair.

"Are you alright?" Heather inquired, barging into my office.

"Get out!" I screamed, not bothering to look her way. "And shut the fucking door!"

A few minutes later, my father barged into the office, slamming the door shut. He found me standing at the windows, looking out at the traffic on the interstate.

"Heather called me, said you were acting like a crazy woman." My father asserted. "Said you screamed at her."

"I'm alright." I grumbled, turning around to face him. "I just need to be left alone for awhile."

I hoped he'd leave me alone but he wasn't going to. Taking a seat in one of the chair across from my desk, he waited for me to say something. He kept staring at me, trying to break me down.

"Kaitlyn, I'm not leaving until you tell me what's the matter." He avowed.

"Nothing...nothing's the matter." I stammered, stumbling towards my desk. "Go back to your office...please."

"Not until you tell me what's eating you." My father insisted. "It's got to be something serious. I've never seen you this upset."

"It's...it's Gary." I stuttered. "He's...he's found someone else...someone he'd rather be with."

"Oh Geez!" My father exclaimed. "Well, you're going to have to get him back! That's all there is to it."

"Get him back! No fucking way!" I bellowed. "I kill the son-of-a-bitch before I'd even consider such a thing!"

"A divorce is totally out of the question." Dad insisted. "You have to remain married."

"Have to remain married!" I roared. "What the hell do you mean, I have to remain married?"

"It's not good for the firm, having a divorced...having a single woman in the vice-president's position." My father proclaimed. "It doesn't present the Regency Investment Group as a very stable organization."

"Well fuck the Goddamn organization and how it presents itself to its investors!" I screamed. "If that's all you give a damn about, I'll remedy that situation right now!"

"Kaitlyn, that's not what I meant...not exactly." Dad stammered, trying to grab my arms.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled, backing away from him. "Don't ever try to touch me."

My father froze in his footsteps, not knowing what I might do. 

"Effective immediately...I resign my position." I declared. "Take this job and shove it up your ass!"

"Kaitlyn! No!" Dad exclaimed, cautiously approaching me. "Don't be a damn fool!"

"Good-bye Dad." I muttered, picking up my purse and attaché. "I hope your precious investors will rest easy knowing you fucked over your daughter for their sake."

Leaving the Regency Building, I didn't look back nor did I say anything to anyone on my way out. All I wanted to do was reach out and strike someone, anyone. I was out of control and I knew it. For everyone's sake, I just needed to be left alone until I regained my senses.

Two weeks later, I'd moved out of the house on Geist Reservoir and into a studio apartment on the city's north side. Taking a short term lease, it would give me time to find another home. All of my investments I liquidated into cash. The Harley was in a storage unit along with my furniture and personal belongings I didn't readily need.

Friday evening I rode out to Ravagers, north of Clarksville. This time, the black gentleman at the gate waved me on through. There looked to be twice as many bikes parked alongside the building as there had been the previous Saturday night. Entering the bar, I found it packed with people. The classic rock music was barely audible with all the conversations, shouting and cheering. I worked my way through the crowd towards the bar. Rick was working frantically to keep up with the beer orders.

"Where the hell have you been?" He shouted, seeing me approaching. "Debbie's been trying to get a hold of you!"

"You need some help back there?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"Damn right I need help!" Rick answered. "Get your sweet ass back here."

Two guys, neither of which I got a very good look at, lifted me up onto the bar so I could swing my legs over and get to the other side. The three of us worked frantically for almost an hour trying to get everyone served. Debbie looked like she was about to collapse from exhaustion but she managed to give me a smile and a hug.

"Where've you been?" She inquired. "I've been calling your cell phone twice a day for the past couple of weeks."

"Oh, I haven't had it on." I replied. "I've been purposely avoiding everybody, trying to keep to myself."

"Why? What's the matter?" Debbie asked. "You in some kinda trouble?"

"No. Just...well...just changing my life around." I answered. "I don't know of any other way to put it."

"Your husband find out about you fucking around on him?" She questioned.

"Actually, I found out he was fucking around on me...with another guy." I replied. "He's fucking gay.

"Hah! That's a kick in the head!" Debbie laughed. "No wonder he wouldn't sleep with you."

"Hey! I'll sleep with you!" A guy shouted from the other side of the bar.

I gave him a smile and a beer to appease him and shut him up. Sex was the last thing I had on my mind but it was utmost on Debbie's.

"What're you wearing under your jacket?" She asked. "A sexy bra I bet."

"I'm not in the mood to show off my boobs tonight." I responded. "Maybe later on when I get good and drunk."

"Well, let's get started." Debbie jested, handing me a double Scotch. "Who knows? We may get to see you naked before the night's over."

For the next couple of hours, I nursed one double Scotch after another, fending off passes and pick-up lines from several club members. Getting out from behind the bar, I danced with a few guys, snuggling close during the slow dances. The alcohol and having a man hold me close while we danced helped me get over the anguish I was putting myself through.

By 11:00pm several female club members were dancing topless, wearing just their panties or thongs. Others were flashing their boobs at anyone who wanted to see them. The male members were cheering them on, increasing the already elevated noise level. By 1:00am, things had quieted down considerably. Most of the bikers were kicking back, the effects of the alcohol putting them in a somber mood. The DJ cranked the volume down on the music, playing slow songs that seemed to fit in with the atmosphere.

"I'm gonna head out." I told Rick. "Tell Debbie I'll give her a call in a week or two."

"Headin' out? A week or two?" Rick questioned. "What the hell's that mean?"

"It means just what I said." I replied.

"You fuckin' disappear and now you're cuttin' out again!" Rick exclaimed. "I thought you liked being with our crowd?"

"I do. I do. It's just that I've got other things I need to take care of, that's all." I muttered in defense.

Rick wasn't buying my excuse but he wasn't about to press me for details either. Riding home that night, I wasn't sure if I'd ever return to Ravagers. 

A week passed, then two, then an entire month. I barely rode my Screamin' Eagle. When I did, it wasn't out to the biker bar. I didn't feel very festive, let alone mingling with any fellow bikers.

My attorney and I met with Gary's divorce attorney and Gary's mother. My soon-to-be ex-husband didn't have the balls to show up. Not that I was surprised. Dealing with Gary's mother, who repeatedly defended her son's actions, she blamed everything on me. The term "Bitch" got at least one mention in every statement exchanged between the two of us. Our attorneys tried to maintain a sense of order but it was futile. 

The meeting lasted until everyone was too tired to argue. The only agreement we reached was to fight it out in court. I threatened to come out swinging, divulging to the judge everything about Gary's homosexual preference. Fifty thousand would buy my silence, but not a penny more. Certainly not the five-hundred thousand Gary's mother insisted on. I'd kill the bastard before I'd give him that much.

Returning to my apartment, I was still upset about the meeting. Running into my father, sitting in his car in front of my apartment, only added fuel to the fire.

"I've been sitting here for over an hour." My father complained. "I was just about to leave a note on your door and return to the office."

"You don't need to bother leaving any notes." I avowed, unlocking my apartment door. "We don't have a thing to communicate about."

"I think we do." Dad contradicted. "In fact, I'm sure we do."

"If it's about my coming back to Regency Investments, you can forget it." I affirmed. "It's never gonna happen so you can just save your breath."

"Kaitlyn, just listen to me for..." My father argued before I slammed the door in his face.

After rapping on the door several times, he finally gave up and left. My whole world felt like it was collapsing down around me. If I let it happen, I'd never dig my way out. What I needed was something exciting; something risqué, to get me on top of things. Spending a Friday night at Ravagers seemed like a good place to get things going.

The ride out to Clarksville was a little chilly that evening. Clad in a black wet-look bikini, black leather chaps and vest, and high-heels, I got strange but approving looks from passing motorists.

"At thirty-two I've still got it!" I thought, riding along the two-lane road. "I'll just have to see who wants it!"

Arriving at the biker bar, I decided to ride up the makeshift ramp and park just inside the open overhead doors. My actions drew quite a bit of attention...or...maybe it was my attire that turned so many heads. Parking next to a gorgeous, custom-built chopper, I climbed off my bike.

Seeing Debbie behind the bar, I gave her a wave but she didn't return my gesture. Instead, she gave me a look as if she wasn't all that pleased to see me. Rick was working the opposite end of the bar so I decided to head his way. His pleasant smile quickly eased my apprehensions about being there.

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"Nothing much." Rick answered, glancing down the bar towards his wife. "You might wanna steer clear of Debbie though."

"Why?" I questioned. "What's up with her?"

"Did you forget about the Cunningham brothers, St. Louis, your promise to do some videos and photo shoots?" He replied.

"What's that gotta do with Debbie?" I inquired.

"Warren promised Deb she could pose for some of the posters." Rick responded, raising his voice. "He promised her big money if she'd show off her tits."

"Well, I'm sorry." I muttered. "I didn't know."

"They've probably got somebody else by now." Rick surmised, sounding agitated. "They tried getting hold of you but they didn't have any better luck than Debbie did."

"Can I buy you a drink Miss?" A male voice asked from behind me.

I turned to see who it was. It wasn't anyone I recognized but I wasn't about to brush him off with a "No, thank you" either. The guy who'd offered to buy me a drink was about thirty or so and close to six foot tall with thick black hair and a very pleasant smile. His broad shoulders, athletic build and clean-shaven face captivated my attention.

"I'm not sure if I'll be staying long enough for a drink." I replied to his offer.

"She's staying." Rick chimed in from behind the bar. "I'll get her a double scotch. Just don't let her get away."

"My wife and I couldn't help but notice you when you rode in." The guy affirmed. "We couldn't decide which to look at first, you or your bike."

"Fuck, he's got a wife!" I thought, trying to muster up a smile.

"I'm sure the bike won out." I quipped. 

"I wouldn't bet money on it." The handsome gentleman countered.




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 04



"By the way, I'm Cody Mitchell." He stated, extending his hand.

"Hi Cody, I'm Kaitlyn...Kaitlyn McConnell." I asserted, clasping his warm hand. 

"Yes, I know." Cody remarked, still clasping my hand. "I've seen your picture in one of the local business magazines. You're the vice-president of the Regency Investment Group."

"I'm surprised you recognized me." I said. "I'm sure I was dressed more appropriately."

"Yeah. I think you were wearing a tan business suit and standing next to your father when it was taken." He affirmed. "It was a great picture, I remember that much."

I felt myself blushing, unable to say anything. Rick returned with our drinks, which broke up the awkward moment.

"Would you care to join us at our table?" Cody inquired. "We promise not to bite."

I couldn't very well say no even if I wanted to, which I didn't. Sitting down at the table, Cody introduced me to his wife, Kelly. She was about five foot, eight, maybe a shade taller with beautiful, shoulder-length brown hair highlighted with blonde streaks. Her dark tan and bright emerald green eyes complimented her beauty. She was wearing a white leather, fringed vest, completely opened down the front. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and looked quite firm. She had an exquisite figure with a very slender waist. 

"Love your outfit." Kelly remarked. "It's quite an attention-getter."

"Thanks. I like yours better." I replied. "The white leather really emphasizes your tan."

"Do you lay out much?" Kelly inquired. "You look like you do."

"Lately I have been." I answered. "Other than riding, I haven't been doing much of anything else."

"Surely your work keeps you busy." Cody assumed. "Especially for someone in your position."

"I resigned from the Regency Investment Group a couple of months ago." I disclosed. "My father and I didn't see eye-to-eye on certain things so I left."

"So you're not working?" Cody questioned, his voice sounding a little excited.

"No. I'm not planning on searching for another job until late fall." I responded. "I'm taking time to enjoy myself."

"Are you going out to Sturgis for the big rally?" Kelly asked. "It's just two weeks away."

"Oh...no." I replied. "That's way too far for me to ride. My butt would be paralyzed before I got there."

"We're going but we're trailering out." Kelly stated, excitedly. "It'll be our first time." 

"We've got a motorhome to tow with so we'll have a place to stay once we get there." Cody stated. "You can't get a hotel room less than seventy miles from the rally."

"That's what I hear." I said. "Something like five-hundred thousand bikers attend the rally every year."

"They're saying it might go to six-hundred thousand bikers this year." Kelly asserted. "Of course a lot of them will be riding double so there won't be that many motorcycles."

The DJ started playing some slow dance music, which seemed to go over well. Kelly got up to dance with some guy in his early twenties while I danced with Cody. He held me close, pulling me into him. I could feel his hard cock through his denim bluejeans. I deliberately ground against him while we danced, just to tease him a little. Cody's right hand slid slowly downward until it was lightly resting on my butt.

"If you're going to keep your hand there, you might want to rub it a little." I whispered in his ear.

"I'd like to do more than just rub it." Cody murmured, squeezing my butt.

"I'm sure your wife would have something to say about that." I muttered, nipping Cody's earlobe with my teeth.

Returning to our table, after dancing through several songs, the two of us watched Kelly, still out on the dance floor.

"Kelly's a very beautiful woman." I commented. "The guys can't seem to get enough of her."

"I don't mind them looking or even copping a feel or two but that's about it." Cody commented. "I couldn't risk losing her to another guy if I let her fuck someone."

"Does she wanna fuck another guy?" I asked.

"Kinda." Cody muttered. "What she'd really like to experience is sex with another woman. Her fantasy is to be seduced."

"While you watch, I'll bet." I said assumingly.

"That depends on the situation." Cody responded. "I'd leave that up to her."

"What about a threesome?" I questioned. "Would she go for that? I mean you, her and another woman."

"We've talked about it." Cody replied. "To tell you the truth, it's about all I can do to satisfy Kelly, let alone her and another female."

"Wow! Handsome and honest!" I exclaimed, kissing Cody on the cheek. "That's a rarity!"

"We've got a good, strong marriage." He affirmed, smiling. "I'd hate to lose Kelly to another guy."

"Well, fucking another guy doesn't necessarily mean you'd lose her." I insisted. "Fucking is one thing, love's another."

"Interesting you'd say that." Cody commented. "Kelly's said the same thing a time or two."

Kelly finally returned to our table, taking the seat next to me instead of her husband. She looked worn out from all the dancing.

"What've you two been talking about?" She asked coyly, taking a sip of her drink. "Bet it wasn't about motorcycles."

"I was telling Kaitlyn about you wanting to have a sexual experience with another woman." Cody confessed. "And another man."

"I wasn't really serious about that....I mean either one." Kelly stammered, almost choking on her drink. "It was just idle talk, that's all."

I could tell she was lying and quite embarrassed about her fantasy being revealed to a total stranger. To me it wasn't a big deal but to Kelly is was a major embarrassment. We got off the subject, changing our conversation to discussing the Sturgis motorcycle rally.

It was well after midnight when the three of us decided to call it a night. Cody and Kelly walked me over to my bike to get a better look at it. I felt it was just a delaying tactic. I sensed Cody wanted to ask me about the three of us getting together. We finally exchanged cell phone numbers, promising to keep in touch with each other. Kelly mentioned they lived in Carmel, which wasn't but a few miles from my apartment.

Astride my Fat Boy, I leaned over and kissed Cody on the cheek. When Kelly leaned in to kiss me, I put my hands to her bare waist, pulling her in to me. I kissed her full on the lips, prolonging the moment. Our kiss practically took her breath away.

"Kaitlyn...would you like to..." Kelly stammered. "Would you like to follow us home?"

"Sure. But why don't you ride with me...just in case I get lost." I suggested, giving Cody a wink.

I didn't have to ask twice. Kelly eagerly swung her leg over the seat, putting her feet on the rear footpegs.

Easing the Screamin' Eagle down the ramp, I rode around to the side of the brick building. Cody was sitting astride his Road King, getting ready to fire it up. As the three of us rode off towards the Mitchell's home in Carmel, I wondered how I would play out the seduction, fulfilling my passenger's fantasy.

Cody and Kelly Mitchell lived in Hunter's Trace, an upscale neighborhood on the north side of Carmel. Homes in the area were priced at a million dollars plus. The Mitchell's home was a multi-level brick structure that had to be one of the higher-end homes in the area. 

Cody motioned for me to pull my motorcycle into the garage and park it next to his. The ride from Clarksville hadn't taken long nor had Kelly and I gotten chilled by the late night air. Still, I couldn't help but notice her nipples had grown hard and erect, when her vest gapped open. I was tempted to slide a hand beneath her vest and cup one of Kelly's beautiful breasts but I decided against it at the last moment.

"How about some coffee?" Cody suggested. "It won't take long to brew a fresh pot."

"Sounds great." I responded as the three of us entered the house. "It'll knock off the chill."

From the kitchen, Kelly led me into the sprawling livingroom, while her husband fixed the coffee. I paid her several, sincere compliments on their beautiful home. 

"Cody and his family built all these homes." Kelly affirmed. "They've been in the construction business for three generations."

"Oh, yeah. Mitchell Builders. I've heard of them." I asserted. "They built a few homes out on Geist Reservoir several years ago."

"I worked on those homes." Cody proclaimed, joining us. "It's really beautiful out there."

"Yeah, it sure is." I muttered, remembering the home Gary and I once shared.

"You mentioned earlier that you weren't working anywhere." Cody commented. "Are you planning on staying in the investment banking field when you do go back?"

"If I do, it'll be a firm of my own." I quickly replied. "I'm not answering to anyone else ever again."

The three of us adjourned to the kitchen for coffee. As we stood around talking, I noticed Kelly's vest would gap open, exposing her right nipple, every time she lifted the cup to her mouth. When she caught me looking, she attempted to fasten one of the snaps with her free hand.

"Let me get that for you." I offered, setting my coffee cup down.

Instead of working the snap, I slipped both my hands beneath her vest, lifting them slowly upwards until they cupped both of Kelly's breasts. She let out a soft moan, one that only she and I could hear.

"Your breasts are magnificent." I whispered in her ear. "Much firmer than I dreamed they'd be."

Kelly tried to say something but the words caught in her throat. I pressed my lips softly to hers, prolonging the sensual kiss for almost a minute. I could feel the tension in her body slowly fade. Sliding my hands up over her breasts, I let them glide gently up to her shoulders. I slipped the vest back, sliding it down her arms. She made a feeble attempt to cover her bared breasts but I grasped her wrists, forcing her hands behind her back. "It would be a shame to cover such beauty." I muttered. 

I glanced quickly over at Cody to see what his reaction was. He was holding his coffee with two hands, trying to steady the cup. The bulge in his bluejeans spoke all the words I needed to know. 

I kissed Kelly on the ear, nibbling lightly on her earlobe. Her breathing was labored, lifting her breasts upward with each breath. My lips traveled down the side of her face, placing soft kisses on her delicate skin. Trailing my lips over her neck, I sucked hard enough to blemish her skin. Kelly squirmed, struggling to get her wrist free of my grasp. I wasn't about to let this beautiful woman, who I had in control, get free.

Placing my lips over Kelly's, I pressed hard enough to force her head back. Our lips meshed sensually, trying to chew on each other's lips. When Kelly pulled back to gasp for air, I forced my tongue into her mouth as far as I could. Her moan was smothered by my mouth but still very audible. 

I caught sight of Cody rubbing his right hand over the front of his jeans. His eyes were wide open, staring at us.

"Quit playing with yourself and come over here!" I commanded in a raised voice. "And make it damn quick!"

Cody approached me cautiously, not knowing what I was going to do.

"Kiss me on the lips...then I want you to strip me." I ordered. "Take off everything except my high-heels."

Cody's kiss seemed a little tense. Maybe it was out of fear or just the sexual excitement at seeing a woman seduce his lovely wife. He quickly removed my chaps and black bikini, tossing them on the counter. He stood a few feet from me, waiting for my next command.

"Now take off your clothes! All of them!" I ordered. "Drop every stitch on the floor."

While Cody quickly undressed, I turned my attentions back to Kelly. She acted a little frightened, probably apprehensive at what I was going to do to her and her husband.

"Kaitlyn...stop! Please!" Kelly begged. "Don't hurt us!"

"I wouldn't dream of hurting either one of you." I murmured with an evil grin. "I'm just going to rape you...you first and then your husband."

"Rape!" Kelly choked. "Oh my God!"

Looking towards Cody, he stood before us naked with a magnificent hard-on. My mouth drooled at seeing his wonderful cock, ready to fuck either one of us.

"Let's get this bitch up to the bedroom!" I exclaimed, turning Kelly around so I could get a firmer hold on her wrist.

Cody led the way upstairs to the second level master bedroom. A king-size bed was situated against one wall, directly across from the glass terrace doors. Two casual chairs along with a full compliment of bedroom furniture complimented the décor.

"Turn off all the lights except the ones on the nightstands." I commanded, glaring at Cody. "Then drag one of those chairs over to the side of the bed."

Kelly's husband did as he was directed, not asking any questions. I could see he was somewhat nervous, no doubt, worrying what he and Kelly had gotten themselves into. As for me, I was enjoying it so much, my pussy was already wet.

"Good job Cody!" I jested. "Now, come over hear and take your wife's clothes off...and be damn quick about it!"

"Cody...don't!" Kelly cried out. "Don't let her do this to me!

"Shut the fuck up!" I shouted, tightening my grip on her wrists. 

Cody tugged his wife's leather slacks down and off her legs, removing her boots along with them. Next, he reached up to hook his fingers in her white bikini panties.

"Don't fucking touch her panties!" I barked. "I'll take them off when I'm damn good and ready!"

"Pull the comforter off the bed and toss it on the floor!" I ordered. "Then go sit in the chair next to the bed! And I better not catch you playing with yourself either!"

Cody nervously complied with my command, not realizing it was all part of my game plan to seduce his gorgeous wife.

I shoved Kelly onto the bed, face down. Before climbing on the bed with her, I walked over to Cody and kissed him hard on the mouth, slithering my tongue across his lips.

"Sit back and enjoy the show." I whispered in his ear. "I'm going to fulfill your wife's fantasy."

I gave him a wink as I clambered onto the bed with Kelly. Cody flashed me a big smile, trying his best to keep a straight face.

I rolled Kelly over onto her back. She was quivering, frightened at what I was going to do to her.

"Please...don't." She pleaded. "Don't hurt me."

"Fuck you!" I exclaimed. "Shut up and take it like a real woman!"

I heard Cody snicker behind me, hoping Kelly hadn't heard it and blown the whole thing. I kissed the woman softly on the lips, trying to get her to respond to me. She was too scared, too rigid to let herself succumb to my manipulations. I slithered my tongue over her lips, hoping she'd part them but she wouldn't.

I shoved my left hand into her panties, down over her moist slit. The crotch of her panties was soaking wet with her juices. When she moaned aloud, I slammed my tongue deep into her mouth. 

"ARGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!" Kelly moaned in a muffled effort. 

My tongue worked against hers, getting it to react to my thrusts. I had her purring like a kitten while her hips bucked wildly against my hand in her panties. I thought of Cody, sitting in the chair next to the bed. I hoped he had a good view of what was going on.

Kelly was breathing heavily, her firm breasts heaving upwards with every gasps. Removing my lips from hers, I kissed downward over her neck till my mouth was at her breasts. I nibble lightly on each one, gently suckling on each hardened nipple. 

"OHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDD!" Kelly screamed out. "FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!

Kelly's first orgasm wasn't as I had planned. I wanted her first orgasm to happen while I had my tongue buried deep in her hot little snatch. Still, it was a mind-blowing orgasm for the woman. Her body thrashed wildly, her legs flailing in the air. 

Before her orgasm completely subsided, I scooted lower on the bed, firmly grasping her ankles. Kelly's panties were saturated with her cum. Her eyes were eerily wide open as if in a trance, staring up at the vaulted ceiling. Easing Kelly's legs down to the bed, I leaned over her to see if she was alright. She appeared to look right through me. I leaned closer, giving her a soft but passionate kiss. He lips responded immediately to mine, her arms reaching up to my shoulders.

"You alright?" I whispered, brushing the hair from her face.

"Yeah." Kelly muttered, still breathing a little hard. 

"Good!" I exclaimed. "Now I can get back to work!

Still positioned between the woman's spread legs, I reached down and ripped her panties off. Looking over at her husband, I tossed them at his face but they landed on top of his hard cock, like a flag. Cody didn't make a move to remove them, obviously enjoying having his wife's panties on his hard cock.

I started kissing Kelly's pubic mound, slowly working my way down over her inner thighs. She tensed suddenly, her hands grabbing at the bed sheets. I spread the woman's legs wider, slithering my tongue over her sensitive flesh. I could smell the intoxicating fragrance emanating from her wanton pussy. I kissed all around Kelly's flowering pussy, deliberately keeping my lips from touching the folds. 

Kelly's hands clenched the sheets tightly, pulling them hard towards her. I knew her next orgasm was going to be more incredible than her first one. I licked all around her pussy, purposely prolonging the inevitable sexual bliss. 

"Please Kate...make me cum!" She pleaded between gasps.

I wanted to see what Cody's reactions were but I didn't want to take time to look. I glided my tongue lightly over the folds of Kelly's pussy. She tensed, then bucked and whimpered, clearly wanting me to get her over the top. I didn't want her to cum too soon, instead pleasuring myself my building her orgasm slowly. Snaking my tongue inside her pussy, I lapped at her juices. Her butt lifted off the bed, forcing her pussy into my face. 

I withdrew my tongue from her pussy. Kelly slowly lowered her ass back down on the bed. She was breathing heavily, gasping hard for each breath. Blowing my warm breath over the flesh around her clit, I saw it protrude from its sheath, begging for me to nibble on it. Grasping the swollen bud with my lips, I flicked my tongue over it. 

"FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Kelly screamed out. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Kelly's orgasm was greater than I had expected. She arched her body off the bed until only her shoulders and feet were touching the sheets. She suspended herself, quivering and shaking uncontrollably as the sexual splendor coursed through her body. I was totally amazed at the sexual gratification I'd given her. Cody must have been equally amazed. His cock seemed to have grown in size from watching the orgasm wrack his wife's body.

The orgasm slowly faded, allowing Kelly's body to relax. She collapsed on the bed, her legs wrapped tightly around my head. Looking up, I could see tears of happiness streaming down her beautiful face. I brushed my hands slowly over her tummy, easing the tensions in her body. 

When her legs released their grasp on me, I climbed up over her spent form. Kelly lay motionless, like she might have passed out. Her breathing finally returned to normal, then her emerald green eyes slowly opened. She gave me a smile, then reached up to pull my lips to hers.

"That was so beautiful." Kelly whispered.

I kissed her lightly on the lips. 

While Kelly lay on the bed, recuperating from her orgasms, Cody and I grabbed a quick cigarette. His cock was still hard, protruding from his athletic body.

"Your cock always stay that hard for so long?" I questioned, glancing down at his magnificent shaft.

"No, not really." Cody replied, taking a drag off his cigarette. "It seems to have a mind of its own."

"Well, let's see if I can put its mind to rest." I quipped, putting out my cigarette in the ashtray.

"You want me to make love to you?" Cody questioned, acting surprised..

"No. I just wanna fuck you" I answered, laughing. "I raped your wife, now I'm gonna rape you."




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 04



Entering the bedroom, we found Kelly coming out of the master bathroom. She'd cleaned herself up but she still looked worn out.

"I wondered where you two ran off to." She commented.

"I was just about to rape your husband." I kidded. "With your help."

"I doubt if you'd need my help." Kelly asserted, staring at Cody's hard cock. "You seem to be able to handle just about any situation that arises.

"Cody, why don't you climb on the bed and stretch out on your back." I suggested, using a commanding tone. "Your wife is going to suck your cock and get it well lubricated for me."

With Cody lying on his back, I grabbed Kelly by the back her head, forcing her lips down onto her husband's hard cock. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly, almost too rapidly. I heard him moan, a warning sign he was close to cumming.

"That's enough!" I shouted. "I don't want Cody cumming in your mouth!"

"Hold his cock while I get on top of him." I ordered. "I want you to guide it into me."

Straddling Cody, I eased myself down on his rigid shaft. Kelly held his cock at its base, guiding the head between the folds of my pussy. As soon as I slid myself down fully on it, she released her grasp. She started to climb off the bed but I grabbed her arm before she got away.

"Not so fast!" I exclaimed. "You're gonna be part of this!"

Holding Kelly in my arms, we kissed while I lifted, then lowered myself on Cody's cock. Within moments, we got a rhythm going. Kelly fondled my breasts, tweaking my sensitive nipples until they hardened under her touch. Her moist lips replaced her fingertips, suckling each nipple. I was close to cumming but I wanted to prolong the experience for as long as possible. 

Cody was jackhammering his cock into me like a madman. I could feel it throbbing inside me, teasing my body towards a horrendous orgasm. 

"Stop! Stop!" I cried out.

"Fuck you!" Kelly screamed in my ear. "You're at our mercy now!

Her hand worked its way between my pussy and her husband's groin. She started fingering my clit, teasing the sensitive bud. I tried to hold my orgasm back, wanting it to build but I was too weak. My orgasm exploded causing my body to lift upward, almost coming off Cody's cock. Kelly's hand on my shoulder, forced me back down, plunging her husband's cock deeper than ever. Moments later, a second orgasm took away my remaining strength. I felt myself about to collapse on top of Cody. 

Kelly held me upright until her husband pumped his hot, thick load into my pussy. It seemed like he was never going to stop spewing his loads into me. Gush after gush shot into me. Finally, Kelly released her hold on my shoulders, allowing me to fall forward on top of Cody. The three of us lie in a pile of heated, sweaty bodies, completely spent. Unable to move, we drifted off to sleep for several hours.

It was still dark when I awoke. I was still lying on top of Cody with Kelly lying across our legs. A cool breeze wafted in through the open terrace doors, reviving my energy. I moved my legs cautiously to avoid waking the sleeping couple.

"I'm awake." Cody whispered, giving me a big smile. "I've been awake for almost an hour."

"Why didn't you wake me?" I questioned. 

"Are you kidding?" He responded. "With your gorgeous body lying on top of me, I wasn't about to."

"So, how was it?" I asked. "Did my seduction of your wife meet with your approval."

"Oh yeah!" Cody exclaimed. "You really had us both going for awhile."

"I think Kelly got her fantasy fulfilled. That's the important thing." I murmured. "And I got a good fuckin' too."

"Thanks. I was afraid I couldn't get you off." Cody confessed. "Sometimes I wonder if Kelly's faking it."

"Well, if she is, I'm sure it's because she loves you." I stated. "Not because she's trying to trick you."

To be continued...



Two Wheel Desires Ch. 05



I managed to ease my legs out from under Kelly without waking her. Although, Cody was still trapped by his sleeping wife. Rolling the woman onto her side, he managed to work his legs free.

"Let's let her sleep." I suggested, tossing a sheet over her. "I need to take a shower."

"I'll run down and put on some coffee, then I'll join you." Cody stated with a grin. "You wouldn't mind a little company, would you?

"Better make it quick." I replied with a laugh. "I may not wait on you."

Feeling the hot water spray over me, I stood motionless, enjoying the sensation. I thought about the events of last night, the seduction of Cody and Kelly Mitchell. I'd dominated the two, shouting orders and scaring the hell out of them. Through them, I'd worked out my frustrations without them being any the wiser. I felt better, sexually, physically and emotionally. 

"Hey! Gimme a little room!" Cody exclaimed, stepping into the shower with me.

"Kelly still sleeping?" I asked.

"Like a baby." Cody answered. "She's totally knocked out."

"I should confess something." I muttered, soaping up a washcloth. "I let myself get out of control. I was taking out my frustrations on you guys, Kelly more than you."

"Well...I can understand how you feel." Cody asserted, gently washing my chest. "Being without a job and going through a divorce would be difficult for anyone to deal with, especially at the same time."

"I'm glad you understand what I'm going through." I asserted. "Not many men would be so compassionate."

We finished showering after fondling each other and sharing several passionate kisses. Drying off, Cody gave me a terrycloth robe to wear. Tying the belt snuggly around my waist, I checked on Kelly before heading downstairs to the kitchen. She was still sleeping soundly, stretched out diagonally on the bed.

"So, what're your plans for the day?" Cody inquired, handing me a hot cup of coffee. "Going out riding?"

"I haven't really thought about it." I replied. "Maybe."

"I'd like you to spend the day with us." Cody asserted. "Speaking for Kelly, I know she'd like it too."

"Can't get enough of a good thing, huh?" I quipped with a snicker.

"That and...well...I'd like to discuss a business proposition with you." Cody confessed. 

"What kind of a business proposition?" I inquired, finding myself quite curious.

"A couple of years ago, I purchased a three-story building on the east side of Indy." Cody affirmed. "At one time it was a new car dealership, then a body and paint shop. When I bought it, it was a furniture store."

"Sounds like a fairly old building." I commented. "I'll bet it was full of asbestos."

"It sure was! That's how come I bought it so cheap." Cody said. "I've got a close friend in the asbestos removal business. I had him go through the entire building from top to bottom."

"So, it's empty now?" I assumed.

"Yeah, but not for long I hope." Cody replied.

"Kelly and I have talked about starting our own biker hangout." He divulged. "Similar to Ravagers, only a lot better."

"Hmmm. Do you really think the Indianapolis area could support two biker bars?" I inquired. "That might be pushing it a little."

"Ravagers will have to close down the last of October." Cody disclosed. "The owners of the property sold out to some industrial developers. The building's going to be demolished and used for fill."

"Woohoo! That's gonna be a big blow to Rick and Debbie!" I exclaimed, lighting up a cigarette. "They've put a lot into Ravagers."

"They're not happy about it but there's nothing they can do about it." Cody stated. "We've offered them the opportunity to come and work for us but they're kind of undecided right now."

"It'd be great to have them onboard." I asserted. "They've got experience, a good work ethic and most important, a great following."

"I know, I know." Cody agreed. "Rick's all for it. It's Debbie that's reluctant to come onboard."

"I was hoping you and Kelly could put this all together and make it happen." He added. "The two of you could probably change Debbie's mind."

"Kelly maybe, me no." I countered. "Debbie and I aren't on the best of terms. I blew a deal that cost her some money so she's pretty pissed at me."

"Well, we'll have to work on that." Cody surmised.

"Work on what?" Kelly inquired, joining us in the kitchen. "And why didn't you wake me up?"

"We thought we'd let you sleep." I replied. "You looked like you needed it."

"I was just telling Kaitlyn about our idea to open up a biker bar in that building we bought a few years back." Cody stated. "The one on East Washington Street."

"How about it Kaitlyn?" Kelly asked excitedly, grasping my hand. "Would you partner up with us?"

"Partner up?" I responded. "I'm not sure I'd be of much help let alone be a partner."

"Are you kidding?" Kelly questioned. "With your management background?"

"We need someone to manage the money and the remodeling and decorating." Cody asserted. "Kelly can do most of it but she can't handle it all."

"How much do you figure it's going to take to pull this off?" I inquired.

"Well...at least two-hundred grand, maybe a bit more." Cody replied, stammering. "That's just a rough guess."

"Without actually seeing what you've got to work with and not knowing exactly what you've got planned, I'm betting the costs could me higher, maybe double your estimate." I affirmed. 

"If we're going to do this, I want a first-class biker hangout, not some dump that people will lose interest in after a year or so." Kelly proclaimed. "I've got a lot of ideas, damn good ideas in my opinion."

"You know, it might be a good idea if we see what's attracting the bikers at the Sturgis Rally." I stated. "We could get a lot of ideas and build off that."

"WE!" Cody exclaimed. "Did I hear you say WE?"

"Does that mean you'll go partners with us?" Kelly asked, giving me a big hug. "And you'll go with us to Sturgis?"

"Sure...why not." I muttered. "I don't have anything else better to do with my time."

The three of us spent the day sitting around the livingroom in our robes, planning the trip to Sturgis and discussing Kelly's ideas for the biker bar. Late afternoon, Cody fixed steaks on the outdoor grille while Kelly and I prepared the other food in her gourmet kitchen.

"So...how'd you like fucking Cody last night?" Kelly asked, brushing up against me. "Was he all the man you'd thought he'd be?"

"He was great...quite a lover." I answered, curious as to why she asked. "Cody's all the man I'd ever need. You're lucky to have him."

"I wanna screw another guy...you know...just for a comparison." Kelly declared. "We talked about it but Cody's dead-set against it. I think he's worried I might leave him for someone else if I did."

"I hope you're not looking for me to say go ahead and do it without your husband knowing." I quickly stated. "Because I won't. That's a decision you'll have to make on your own."

"Actually, what you just said is exactly what I wanted to hear." Kelly avowed. "It leads me to believe you really care about both of us."

"You could have just asked me." I asserted, putting my arm around her. "I'd have told you I loved you both. I really mean it."

"We love you too." Kelly murmured, kissing me on the cheek. "And not just because of the great sex either."

Later that evening I returned to my apartment. Kelly and I had arranged to meet the next morning at the proposed site of their biker hangout. I didn't know what to expect but I was sure it was going to take a lot of time and work...and more money than what Cody had estimated.

Monday morning, I drove to the east side of town. The poured concrete building, originally built in the fifties wasn't as bad as I had expected. Situated on the corner of a busy intersection, the structure wasn't located in the best part of town but far from the worst. Surrounded by fast-food restaurants, a convenience store and several empty buildings, it still had potential.

Kelly showed me the ground level first, which had been designed to serve as a new car showroom. I could see it needed a lot of cleanup and repair. The rear of the building had two large wooden overhead doors that had once been the entrance to the service area. It was full of debris that would have to be hauled off. A large freight elevator, gated by wooden slats, offered access to the top floors. Not trusting it, Kelly and I accessed the stairway to the second floor. 

Large windows along two walls overlooked the streets. They were in need of replacement, far beyond repair. Other than two large restrooms and a storage room, the second level was completely open. I could envision quite a bit of work just getting the second level ready for remodeling. 

The third floor was unencumbered by trash and debris. It looked like it hadn't been used for decades. Cobwebs and heavy dust covered everything in sight. Looking up at the ceiling it looked dry. I took it as a good sign the structure was probably fairly solid.

"Well, whatta ya think?" Kelly inquired with a grin.

She was obviously hoping I'd give her a high opinion of the place. From what I'd seen, I wouldn't have a problem doing that. But there were other factors, hidden factors that needed to be considered.

"How's the wiring and the plumbing?" I asked. "What about the sprinkler system? Has it been inspected?"

"That old elevator won't pass a state inspection, not the condition it's in." I added. "And what condition is the roof in?"

"You don't like it, do you?" Kelly questioned, looking like a whipped pup.

"What say we call a refuse company and see if they'll spot a couple of open containers on the ground level for us?" I responded. "I know of a reliable cleaning service that's capable of getting the place cleaned up."

"It's a go, isn't it?" Kelly exclaimed, her excitement emanating in her voice.

"Yeah. Let's go forward with your plans." I responded. "We can get a good start by getting this place cleaned up before we leave for Sturgis."

"I'll call Cody and let him know the good news." Kelly asserted. "I know he'll be excited."

"Ask him if he's got the blueprints for the building." I stated. "And see if he's got the electrical and plumbing drawings. We'll need to look those over too."

Cody took time away from his work to set Kelly and me up with a construction trailer so we'd have a restroom and a clean place to work. Locating the trailer in the chain-link fenced in lot next to the building gave us the security we'd need. The only blueprints he had were the architect's originals. None from the numerous remodeling projects were available. It was a start, none the less. Kelly took care of acquiring the appropriate building permits while I reviewed the floorplans. 

I suggested we start by tearing out all the walls, starting with the top floor, that weren't load bearing. Getting the freight elevator in proper working condition would aid in getting the debris down to the ground level where it could be loaded into dumpsters.

By the end of the week, we could see progress being made but it seemed awfully slow. The impatience was showing on Kelly's face.

"We're never gonna get this place turned around by the first of November." She complained, looking quite dismayed.

"The first of November!" I exclaimed. "That's not a reasonable timeline! We're probably looking at sometime around early Spring!"

"Early Spring!" Kelly shouted. "Fuck! This is a bigger project than I thought it was gonna be!"

"If you wanna do it right, it's gonna take time." I avowed. "You said you wanted a first-class biker hangout so taking time to do it right is the only way to accomplish that."

"I guess you're right." Kelly muttered. "I'm just overanxious, I guess."

"Maybe, what you need is something to relax you a little." I suggested. "You seem a little keyed up."

"Oh yeah! Whatcha got in mind?" She asked with a sheepish grin on her face. "Something physical, I hope."

Rolling the blueprints up, I tossed them onto a nearby chair. The cleared table would be perfect for what I had in mind.

"Why don't you slip out of your clothes?" I proposed, unbuttoning my blouse. "Let's see what kind of trouble we can get into."

"Are you kiddin? Here?" Kelly replied. "What if someone walked in on us?"

"I'll lock the door...unless you'd rather I didn't." I responded, tossing my blouse on the desk.

Putting my hands to Kelly's slender waist, I pulled her to me. I kissed her softly on the lips in an attempt to put her fears at bay. Our lips meshed lightly then brushed back and forth, barely touching.

"God, I love kissing." Kelly murmured when our lips parted. "Especially kissing you."

"Why don't you slip out of you clothes while I take care of the door?" I suggested in a low, sexy voice. 

Kelly's fingers worked frantically, first removing her tank top, then her hiphugger jeans. I watched as she undressed, beguiled by her beautiful body.

"Aren't you gonna get naked?" She asked, noticing me staring at her.

"Not completely." I answered, unsnapping my dress slacks. "This is gonna be all about you."

"Whatta ya mean?" Kelly questioned, giving me a curious look.

Wearing just my bra and panties, I sauntered closer to the woman. My eyes slowly traveled from her face down to her feet. She was absolutely beautiful, much too beautiful not to be shared.

"Hop up on the table." I stated, patting the wooden surface with my hand.

Kelly lifted herself up onto the table, sitting with her legs dangling over the side. My hands parted her legs, positioning myself between them. I held her head gently, leaning in to kiss her pouty lips. Kelly's hands reached out, grasping my waist. The kiss was tender, gradually becoming very passionate. My tongue brushed lightly over her lips, then slithered into her mouth.

Kelly's hands squeezed my waist tighter, pulling my body into hers until her breasts pressed hard against my bra. A long, low moan emanated from her throat as I deliberately prolonged our kiss. Her butt squirmed against the wooden tabletop. I knew she was getting wet, wanting me to slide my tongue deep inside her wanton pussy. That wasn't about to happen. At least, not just yet.

My hands brushed gently over Kelly's shoulders and down her arms. Lifting them to cup her firm breasts, I kneaded them gently. Her nipples were already hard and erect from the air conditioner's cool air wafting over them. I kissed her right breast, brushing my lips lightly over the nipple. Kelly shuddered, her hands grasping for the edge of the table. She whispered my name over and over, her voice gradually trailing off. 

Moving my lips to her left breast, I nibbled lightly on the tender flesh. Kelly's fingers grasped the edge of the table harder until her fingers began to pale. Sucking the nipple between my lips, I flicked my tongue back and forth over the hardened nub.


"Ohhhhhhhh Goddddddddddddd, Kaitlyn." Kelly moaned, her eyes barely open.

Feeling her body quiver, I moved my attentions back to her right breasts, suckling hard on the nipple. My hand slipped between Kelly's legs, brushing over her sensitive clit. She came without warning, trembling and shaking. My fingers worked her clit, prolonging her gratification. She fell forward against me, her body losing most of its strength. Her breathing was labored, feeling her warm breaths against my neck. I put my arms around her, cradling her heated form.

"I didn't expect you to cum so quickly." I whispered in her ear.

"I had to." Kelly murmured. "I needed to."

I eased Kelly backwards until she was lying flat on her back. Her legs were still dangling over the edge. Lifting them, I placed the backs of her legs on my shoulders. Kelly's pussy was dripping with her juices. The folds of her pussy flowering, begging to be licked. Sliding my tongue around her vaginal entrance, I teased her pussy, deliberately taunting the woman's sexual desires. 

Kelly reached down, grabbing the back of my head, trying to guide my lips towards her pussy. I grasped her wrists, pulling her hands free. She pushed her hips down, offering her pussy to my lips. My tongue barely grazed the lips of her pussy but it got the reaction I wanted. She cried out, wanting more, pleading with me to slide my tongue inside her. A quick swirl with my tongue over the lips of her pussy had her bucking against my face. Repeatedly stabbing Kelly's pussy with my tongue, drove her closer to another orgasm. 

She was fighting me, trying to get her wrists free of my grasp. Her orgasm was building quickly from deep inside her body. Sucking her clit between my lips drove her over the edge. Her cum flowed from her pussy, dripping onto my chin. Her arms pulled free of my grasp, slamming down on the table. Grabbing her flailing legs, I held onto her to keep her from falling off the table. Her orgasm was mind-blowing, jolting her body as if she were electrically charged. Her mouth gaped open but she couldn't speak or cry out.

As quickly as Kelly's orgasm had erupted, it faded away, leaving her completely spent. I lowered her legs, letting them dangle off the table. Her breathing was labored, her breasts heaving with every gasp.

Hearing someone drive up, I looked out the window to see who it was. Cody was just getting out of his pickup, his toolbelt slung over his shoulder.

"Reinforcements!" I thought, smirking.

I unlocked the door to the trailer before grabbing up my slacks. The shocked look on Cody's face was one I'll soon not forget. His mouth dropped open like it was going to hit the floor. He stared at Kelly, still lying prone on the table. His eyes turned slowly towards me. He started to say something.

"I just warmed her up." I jested, interrupting him before he could speak. "What she needs now is a good, hard fucking."

Cody grinned, dropping his toolbelt to the floor with a thud. Kelly's eyes opened, gradually focusing on her husband as he unbuckled, then unzipped his faded bluejeans. Letting the denims fall around his ankles, he shoved his briefs down, exposing his rock-hard cock.

"Hi Lover." Kelly muttered with a welcoming smile, reaching out for him. 

I slipped into my blouse, working the buttons, watching Cody's cock effortlessly impale his wife. She cried out, begging him to fuck her hard and fast. Cody slammed his cock into her, jolting her body with each stroke. They looked like two wild animals in heat, fucking each other for all their worth.

After checking my appearance in the mirror, I sauntered over to them, still fucking each other like crazy. I kissed Cody full on the lips, then wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Tell Kelly I'll see her in the morning." I stated with a grin. "That is...if she's able to walk."

Switching the lock on the door, I exited the construction trailer, leaving the couple to satisfy their animalistic desires. We may not have accomplished much work but we certainly relieved everyone's tensions.

The following day I found Kelly already hard at work when I arrived at the renovation site. With the Sturgis Rally less than a week away, we spent our time finalizing plans for the trip. Cody's father was loaning us his motorhome. Since Cody already had a cargo trailer available to haul the motorcycles, we seemed pretty well set. The plan was to leave early Friday morning. Driving straight through, we should be able to make the twelve-hundred mile trip in about twenty-four hours.

"We'll have to stop in Crawfordsville and pick up Cody's brother and his wife." Kelly commented. "It's on our way."

"Cody's not very happy about it but we couldn't very well say no to them." She added.

"Why's Cody not happy?" I inquired. "Doesn't he get along with his brother."

"It's not Cory he's unhappy with, they get along fine." Kelly replied. "It's that wife of his, Liz. She's a real bitch. She doesn't care about motorcycles or riding."




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 05



"She's probably just going along to make sure he doesn't have a good time." She continued. "She's like that."

"Well, we'll just have to deal with it." I muttered. "We're gonna be pretty busy looking around anyway."

"Yeah. I'm gonna avoid the bitch like the plaque." Kelly stated. "She's bad news. I suggest you do the same."

Friday morning finally arrived. All three of us were excited but only to a point. I sensed Cody was growing more angered the closer we got to Crawfordsville. Kelly was doing her best to calm his nerves but she wasn't having much luck. Seeing it was a family thing, I wasn't about to say a word.

Meeting the couple at their home, I could see the close family resemblance between Cody and his younger brother. Cory was about twenty-three and just as tall. At six foot, his build was more muscular, especially his upper arms and chest. Just like his brother, Cory's hair was coal black and very thick. He was just as handsome as Cody if not more so. His blue eyes were vivid and seemed penetrating when they looked into mine.

"You must be Kaitlyn McConnell." He said, extending his hand. "Cody's told me quite a bit about you."

"I hope it was all good." I jested, grasping the young man's hand.

"It was all good and then some." Cory remarked with a grin. "I can assure you it was all very complimentary."

I wasn't exactly sure what Cody had told his brother about me but I hoped he'd left out anything sexual. Surely he hadn't mentioned anything that might give Cory misgivings about me.

A lanky redhead walked over to join us. She looked like she was already in a bitchy mood. Then again, I always thought redheads looked bitchy. Her hair was cut close around her face, framing her eyes and cheekbones. Her bright green eyes looked sinister, like snake eyes.

"This is my wife, Elizabeth." Cory stated, introducing us. "She prefers being called Liz."

"But, you can call me Mrs. Mitchell." She snarled, shaking my hand. 

"Fine. Let's just hope I don't have to do that very often." I growled, squeezing her skinny fingers till she winced.

Cory walked away to help his brother load up his motorcycle, leaving the two of us alone.

"I do hope you won't try and fuck my husband." She boldly stated, glaring at me with a threatening smirk.

"I doubt if I'd have to try very hard." I countered, staring right through her. "As long as you keep him happy, that'll be less I'll have to contend with."

With that said, she walked off to join the guys. Kelly sauntered up to me, anxious to find out what was said.

"Well...was I right?" She questioned, keeping her voice down. "Is she a bitch or what?"

"Let's not let her spoil our trip." I responded. "I'll deal with her only if I have to."

Cory took over the driving chores with his brother occupying the passenger seat. The two men discussed the route they planned on taking while Kelly and I watched a movie on the overhead television console. Liz, Cory's wife, stretched out on the couch to take a nap.

"At least she's quiet." Kelly whispered in my ear. "She's only a bitch when she's awake."

Crossing over the state line into Illinois, we started seeing groups of motorcycle riders heading west. Some were small groups, four or five riders. Others were larger, a dozen or more riders, riding staggered in a pack.

"Bet they're headin' towards Sturgis!' Cory exclaimed. "Man, are their butts gonna be sore by the time they get there!"

"I think it's ridiculous to drive twelve-hundred miles to some motorcycle rally!" Liz remarked, looking over at Kelly and me. 

"Told ya." Kelly laughed. "Whenever she's awake, she's a bitch."

It was late afternoon, when we pulled into the Iowa 80 Travel Center. Cory pulled up to the diesel pumps to top off the tanks. The three of us girls headed for the restrooms, agreeing to meet the guys in one of the restaurants. 

After eating, we headed west with Cody doing the driving. Liz was complaining about her job as a nurse's assistant to some proctologist. Nobody wanted to hear her whining, especially me.

"No wonder she's such a fucking bitch!" I thought. "She's dealing with assholes all the time!"

It was around 7:00pm when Cody wheeled into a rest area so everyone could use the restrooms and stretch their legs. I could see he was growing tired, especially his eyes.

"Why don't you let me drive for awhile?" I suggested. "You look like you could use a nap."

"You think you can handle the rig?" Cody asked.

"I'm a quick learner." I replied. "Besides, I'd rather be up front where I won't have to listen to Liz's constant bitching."

Sitting behind the wheel of the thirty-five foot Winnebago motorhome, I was beginning to regret having offered to drive. Cory, leaning over me, showed me where all the controls were. Looking out the side view mirrors gave me the feeling of what it must be like driving a train. I could barely see the rear end of the twenty foot trailer we were pulling.

"Let's go! Let's go!" Liz shouted, from her seat next to Kelly on the sofa. "The damn rally's gonna be over with before we get there!"

Shifting the motorhome into gear, I eased the coach back onto the interstate. Watching the speedometer, I gradually pushed the motorhome up to speed. Setting the cruise control, I eased back into the driver's seat.

"You handle this rig like a pro." Cory remarked from the passenger seat. "No one would ever guess it's your first time."

"Well, there's a first time for everything." I responded. "Isn't there?"

"I wish." Cory muttered.

Putting on a CD, the five of us relaxed while the miles quickly passed by. Amazingly, at least for me, I found myself capable of handling the motorhome and trailer at speeds approaching eighty miles per hour. Cory kicked his shoes off, reclining his seat back.

"Wake me when you want me to take over." He asserted, closing his eyes.

Looking in the rearview mirror I saw Cody and Kelly heading into the rear bedroom. Liz was stretched out on the sofa, covered by a light blanket. At least everyone was quiet for a change, especially Cory's wife.

Five hours later, I picked up I-29 and headed north towards South Dakota. Pulling into the first rest area I came to, I eased the rig into a parking space at the far end of the tourist center.

"Ok Stud!" I exclaimed, waking Cory from his nap. "You can take over."

"What? Where the hell are we?" He asked, still half-asleep.

"About a hundred and twenty miles south of Sioux Falls, South Dakota." I answered.

"Really! No shit!" Cory exclaimed, seeming quite amazed.

"Really! No shit!" I reiterated. "What's the matter? Did you think I'd get lost?"

"No. I didn't think you'd get lost." He replied. "I thought you'd get stressed out after fifty miles or so and want me to take over."

"I need to stretch my legs, maybe walk around a little." I stated, opening the door to the coach.

Cory followed me outside, stretching his arms and legs. The late night air felt exhilarating, refreshing my senses. Lifting my arms high above my head and twisting side to side, my t-shirt came out of my jeans, exposing my bare tummy. I caught Cory staring at my exposed skin. A faint smile formed on his face.

"Something strike you funny?" I asked.

"Oh, I was just wondering if you had any tattoos." Cory responded. 

"Well, you can stop your wondering." I affirmed. "I don't. But, I may get one...maybe even two while we're in Sturgis."

"Bet one'll be on your butt." Cory jested, cocking his head. 

"Maybe. But I seriously doubt if you'll ever see it." I replied.

"See what?" Kelly inquired, stepping out of the motorcoach. 

"Was Kaitlyn going to show you her tits?" She asked, laughing. 

"No but that's an idea I'll keep in mind." Cory answered. 

"We were talking about tattoos." I proclaimed. 

"Tattoos! Cool!" Kelly exclaimed. "Let's each get one!"

"Ahhh...we'll talk about it." I laughed, sensing her excitement.

"We better get back on the road...before Liz starts hollering at us." I quipped.

"Cory, you drive." Kelly avowed. "I'll take the passenger seat."

"I'm gonna grab some sleep." I declared. "I'll try not to wake Cody."

"You...a...gonna get in bed with Cody?" Cory questioned, sounding quite stunned.

"A...yeah!" I replied. "You afraid I'm gonna rape your brother?"

"Nooooo. Just wondering, is all." Cory answered, raising his eyebrows.

The three of us reboarded the motorhome. Liz was waking up, pushing herself up to a sitting position on the couch. 

"Are we there yet?" She asked. "Surely not."

"No, not yet." Kelly answered, sitting down in the passenger seat.

Cory wasn't paying any attention to either girl. His attentions were focused on me as I made my way towards the bedroom. Before opening the door, I pulled my t-shirt off, draping it across my shoulder.

"I'll see everyone later." I stated in my sexiest voice, winking at Cory.

I found Cody half-asleep, sprawled out across the queen-size bed wearing just his briefs. Tossing my t-shirt onto the nightstand, I slipped out of my jeans. 

"I had a dream you'd be joining me." He kidded, patting the sheets.

"I hope you dreamed I'd be falling asleep on you." I quipped, crawling into bed and snuggling into his arms.

"I guess a blowjob would be out of the question." Cody surmised.

"Afraid so." I muttered.

It was nearing 8:00am when I woke up. Clearing my eyes, I found myself alone in bed. Opening the bedroom door slightly I saw Cody behind the wheel of the motorcoach, his brother, Cory sitting in the passenger seat. Kelly and Liz were sitting together on the couch, watching a movie. The two women appeared to be getting along, which was a bit of a surprise. More like a shock would better describe it!

Feeling the need for a shower, I slipped off my bra and panties, scooping up a towel and washcloth from the linen storage. Needless to say, it was no easy feat trying to take a shower in a motorhome traveling seventy miles per hour down an interstate highway. I managed to accomplish the task, returning to the bedroom to dry myself. 

"Who is it?" I asked, hearing a light knocking on the door.

"It's me, Liz." The woman answered. "May I come in?"

"A...yeah...sure." I replied, hesitantly, wondering what she wanted.

Liz stepped into the bedroom, partially closing the door behind her. Holding the towel around me, I watched as she sauntered over to the bed, sitting down near the foot. Her eyes were looking directly at my legs, slowly traveling upwards until we were looking at each other face to face.

"Cody says we're getting close to a travel center." Liz stated. "We're gonna pull in and get some breakfast."

"Ok." I responded. "It won't take me long to get dressed."

I expected the girl to leave but instead she scooted back on the bed, getting more comfortable. I continued drying myself off with Liz watching my every move.

"You're quite beautiful." She complimented. "I bet you have to fend guys off like crazy."

"Not really." I responded, putting my right foot up on the bed so I could dry off my leg.

Liz gazed directly at my neatly-trimmed pussy, staring at it. I deliberately took my time, allowing her a good, long look.

"I hope the two of us can become friends like you and Kelly." She mumbled, looking at my bare breasts.

"That's fine with me." I responded. "Maybe the first thing we should do is call a truce."

"Ok." Liz agreed. "I'm willing if you are."

"Just quit your damn bitching and try and get along with everyone." I blatantly stated. "That should do for a start."

Liz nodded her head, then rose to her feet. As she stepped towards the door, I moved in front of her, blocking her exit.

"I'm not going to try and fuck your husband." I murmured. "But as for you...that might be a different story."

My bold comment caught the woman completely off-guard. Liz started to say something but she was at a loss for words. Her right hand moved to my waist, barely touching my warm flesh. She looked directly into my eyes, not knowing what to do next. 

I was moments away from putting my lips on hers, moments from tempting her, moments from seducing her. 

"Hey you guys!" Cory shouted from the front of the motorhome. "We're pulling off!"

"I'd better get dressed." I muttered, stepping away from the door. "I won't be long."

Liz frowned for just an instant, then exited the bedroom. I knew I had her right where I wanted her. All I had to do was find the right time and the right place to seduce the redhead. 

The restaurant was busy, packed with motorcycling enthusiasts, no doubt on their way to Sturgis. People seemed quite happy, knowing they were just a few hours away from the rally.

"We've made pretty good time." Cody commented. "We should hit Sturgis around noon."

"How was your nap, Kaitlyn?" Cory asked, smirking. "Did you get any sleep?"

"I slept quite well. Thank you." I replied. "Snuggled in your brother's arms, I drifted right off."

It wasn't the answer he was looking for but it got the reaction I wanted. Cory's face turned blush-red with jealousy. He turned away from me, leaning back in his chair. I looked at Liz to get her reaction. She wasn't too happy with her husband, no doubt wondering if he was going to make a play to get me into bed.

After a good breakfast the group once again headed down the interstate. Cody was at the wheel with Cory sitting in the passenger seat. Our next stop would be Sturgis, home of the biggest motorcycle rally ever. According to news reports on the radio, six-hundred thousand motorcyclists were predicted to attend. The closer we got to the town of just over six thousand residents, the more motorcycles we saw. Motorhomes, cargo and motorcycle trailers pulled by everything under the sun, blended in with the riders. We were all getting more excited with each passing mile.

Cody wheeled the rig off the interstate at the first exit into Sturgis, trying to avoid having to drive through town. Still, we ran into a huge traffic jam. Slowly working our way with the flow of traffic, we managed to get through it.

"Next stop, Creekview Campground!" Cody shouted, accelerating the motorhome. "God damn, I'll be glad when we get there!"

The campground, located a couple of miles east of Sturgis, was close enough to all the events yet far enough away to offer a quiet and relaxing atmosphere. While the guys made the hookups for electricity and water, we girls set about prepping the motorhome for the weeklong stay.

"What's first on the agenda?" Kelly asked. "Tattoos, shopping or riding?"

"Let's see what the guys have in mind." Liz suggested. "Hopefully, it's something better than sitting around drinking beer."

Hearing the ramp door on the cargo trailer being lowered, we exited the motorhome to give them a hand with the motorcycles. I was licking my lips, anxious to get out and get riding.

"They've got some local maps up at the main office building." Cory stated. "Might be a good idea if we picked up a few."

Kelly and Liz offered to walk up and get us some while the rest of us worked at getting the bikes unloaded and wiped down. Cory's motorcycle, a two-tone red and black Heritage Softail came out first. It was a beautiful bike, perfect for riding double with its large rider and passenger seats and leather saddlebags.

My Screamin' Eagle Fat Boy came off next, then Cody's Road King. Parked next to each other, they looked quite impressive for a bunch of first-time rally attendees.

"Let's ride down to Deadwood." Kelly suggested. "I hear it's quite a tourist attraction."

"Maybe tomorrow." Cory asserted. "I'm too tired from traveling to ride today."

"I'm game!" Cody spoke up. "Deadwood sounds like a great idea!"

"Me too." I affirmed. 

"Liz can ride with me." I quickly added before she had a chance to make up an excuse to stay with her husband.

"Liz doesn't care anything about riding." Cory immediately countered, giving me a scowl. "She's just along for the trip."

"I've got an extra pair of chaps you can wear if you wanna go." I offered, looking directly at Liz. "I'm sure they'll fit you."

"Will these sneakers be alright to wear?" She inquired, looking down at her shoes.

"Sure." I replied. "Nobody's gonna care what you're wearing."

"Or not wearing." Kelly quipped. "Remember, this is Sturgis."

Cody, Kelly, Liz and I took off from the campground leaving Cory behind. Blending in with the sea of motorcycles, we gradually made our way along Lazelle Street. Vendors lined both sides of the busy avenue as well as the side streets.

"Wow! This is sooooo awesome!" Liz exclaimed. "I've never seen so many motorcycles!"

Her statements reiterated my thoughts. Bikes of all types and makes cruised the busy boulevards from dawn until well after midnight each night of the rally. Harley-Davidsons ruled by majority but nobody really cared what you rode. Old or new, Harley or Honda, it was the camaraderie of being with other bikers that really mattered.

It took us over an hour to make it through town but none of us were complaining. We'd seen an eyeful and were eager to see it all over again. Riding southwest on the curvy two-lane highway towards Deadwood, we were awestruck by the magnificent scenery of the mountains and forests. 

For someone who supposedly didn't care anything about motorcycles, Liz rode like an experienced passenger. She leaned the bike, making the ride effortless for me. Her hands on my waist barely gripped me. Cody rode up besides us, then sped forward till we were riding staggered. Kelly turned around, giving us the thumbs-up and a big grin.

Riding into Deadwood, notoriously famous from its Wild West days, it was clear the town was prepared for the onslaught of motorcyclists. Streets were blocked off for motorcycle parking and auxiliary police were strategically positioned to direct the flow of traffic.

We parked the motorcycles on Main Street, backing them in diagonally. Since we were all thirsty, a cold beer sounded good. Saloon Number 10 was packed but we managed to get served fairly quickly. Downing one right off, we ordered another to temper our thirsts. 

Liz was standing next to me, her body pressed against mine by the throng of bikers. Cody and Kelly were facing us. Not giving it a thought, I put my arm around Liz's slender waist and pulled her into me. I kissed her full on the lips but only for a brief moment. She didn't make an attempt to pull away or break the kiss. She looked shocked, then her smile told me she enjoyed it.

"Don't I get one?" Kelly questioned. 

"It'll cost you a beer." I quipped, grinning. "A nice cold one."

Kelly leaned into me, pressing her lips hard against mine. Her tongue forced its way inside my mouth, stabbing against mine. I could feel the heat rising in my body as she prolonged the kiss. When our lips finally parted, I took a deep breath, taking a moment to regain my bearings.

Looking around, I didn't see but a few people even taking notice of our actions. After all, this was the Sturgis Rally and what goes on in Sturgis, stays in Sturgis.

Leaving Saloon Number 10, the four of us continued down the busy street. We looked through several tourist and souvenir shops before strolling into Deadwood Dick's, a bar with a gaming room. Cody and Kelly were anxious to try their luck on the slot machines so we stood by while they pumped several rolls of quarters into the machines without any luck.

Leaving Deadwood Dick's we ambled down Main Street again, looking over all the bikes. Spotting several choppers parked side-by-side, I had to stop and look them over.

"You'd look really hot on one of those." Cody commented. 

"Kaitlyn would look hot on anything." Liz remarked.

"You gonna buy one while you're out here?" Kelly asked. 

"Maybe." I replied, grinning sheepishly. "I noticed several custom bike dealers along Lazelle Street when we rode through Sturgis."




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 05



Brushing my fingers lightly over one of the custom-built choppers, I knew I had to have one. To me, owning a chopper was riding the ultimate on two wheels.

"I wouldn't mind having a trike." Liz commented as we continued walking around downtown Deadwood.

"I thought you didn't care about motorcycles or riding?" Cody questioned, hearing her comment.

"I don't think I could handle a two-wheeler without laying it down but a trike I'm sure I could handle." She asserted. "I'm just worried about balancing a bike all by myself."

The three of us were all quite surprised at Liz's revelations. At least it was a pleasant surprise that none of us was about to complain about.

It was almost 11:00 pm when we rode back through Sturgis and out to the campground. Cory was stretched out on the couch, asleep after drinking a half-dozen beers. Our first day at the rally had been a long one and we were all pretty much worn out.

Cody and Kelly took the bedroom for the first night, while Liz and I set up the sleeper sofa for ourselves. Cory was comfortable where he was so there was no sense waking him. 

With all the motorhome's curtains drawn, I slipped off my t-shirt, chaps and bluejeans, tossing my clothes into an empty chair. Throwing a sheet and a light blanket on the sleeper sofa, I watched as Liz slipped out of her clothes. She had a great figure, though her breasts were small. 

"You gonna sleep in your bra and panties?" Liz questioned. "I usually wear a nightgown."

"What makes you think we're gonna get any sleep?" I kidded with a slight laugh.

Liz froze for a moment, wondering if I actually meant what I said. Unhooking my bra, I tossed it with the rest of my clothes. Liz's eyes fixated on my bare breasts.

"Your...your breasts are beautiful." She stammered. "Much nicer than mine."

"There's nothing wrong with your breasts." I asserted. "You shouldn't feel ashamed of what you've got."

Liz's hands slowly traveled up her back to unhook the clasp on her bra. She seemed nervous about baring herself in front of me so turned off the lights and climbed into bed. Liz slipped into bed, stretching out beside me, making sure the light blanket covered her small breasts.

"You alright?" I whispered, sliding my hand beneath the cover to grasp hers.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She murmured, turning her head to face me. "I was just thinking about us kissing this afternoon."

"Did it bother you?" I asked 

"No. Not at all." She responded. "It just took me by surprise."

We laid there in silence, both of us looking up at the ceiling. We could hear soft moans coming from the rear bedroom. I started to laugh, hearing Cody and Kelly obviously going at it. I put my hand over my mouth to keep from waking Cory, still fast asleep on the sofa. My laughter must have been contagious as it got Liz laughing.

"Why should they have all the fun?" I thought, propping myself up on my elbows.

Looking over at Liz, even in the darkness, I sensed she was thinking the same thing. I pulled the covers back, slowly exposing her small breasts. Liz's eyes looked down at her chest, watching my hand slowly brushing upward over her tummy. Leaning over the woman, I put my lips lightly on hers. We kissed softly, quickly progressing to a more passionate kiss. Liz was chewing on my lips, drying to draw them into her mouth. Her teeth nibbled on my lower lip. I feared she might start biting. I pulled back abruptly, breaking our kiss.

"Turn over on your tummy." I whispered. "Let me get you off."

Liz hesitated for a moment before complying. I pushed the covers to the foot of the sleeper sofa with my feet. 

"Lift your hips so I can slide your panties off." I murmured in her ear.

Liz lifted herself, allowing me to push her panties down her legs and then off. I slid my arm underneath her, pulling her arms in close to her body. Her body became rigid, apprehensive at what I was going to do.

"Just relax." I whispered, kissing her on the back of the neck. "Let me work my magic."

Spreading the redhead's slender legs apart, I slid my hand down the crack of her butt, letting my fingers trace lightly over the folds at her pussy. Liz moaned, pushing her face into the pillow to stifle the sound. Holding her tight against my body, I slid a finger inside her pussy, then two fingers. Liz's body reacted like I hoped it would. She began quivering as I slowly stroked my fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

I kissed her shoulders then her back, easing any fears she might have. Looking over at Cory, I saw he was still sound asleep. Turning my attentions back to his wife, I kept stroking her, working her pussy faster and harder. Liz's moans were getting louder, her breathing becoming more labored. I wanted her to get the most out of our first sexual experience. I slowed my pace, letting her enjoy the physical stimulation. 

Her body trembled as I continued fingering her pussy. I felt her muscles involuntarily contract around my fingers as I brought her closer to an orgasm. The heat emanating from her body was making us both perspire. Sliding a finger down over Liz's clit, I rubbed it furiously, causing the woman to convulse as the orgasm consumed her body. Lifting her face from the pillow, she cried out, shrieking my name. My arms held her tight until the sexual bliss she was experiencing finally faded into memory. We were both out of breath but still holding onto each other.

The motorhome was quiet except for Cory's snoring, which had seemed to grow louder than ever.

"Are we gonna have to listen to that all night long?" I whispered in Liz's ear with a laugh.

"Rub his chest a little." Liz mumbled. "That usually gets him to stop."

Climbing off the bed, I eased over to the sleeping Cory. Rubbing his muscular chest, he stopped snoring, then rolled onto his side.

To be continued... 



Two Wheel Desires Ch. 06



Cradled warmly in my arms, Liz drifted off to sleep within minutes. With Cory's wife finally tamed, I hoped I could do the same with her husband. I was tired of trading barbs with the smart-ass, fearing our differences would turn into an argument. We were here to enjoy the Sturgis Rally and gather information for Cody and Kelly's biker bar. An argument would only put a damper on the festivities.

Sunday morning, I awoke before anyone else. Slipping from beneath the covers, I headed for the bathroom. Liz was sleeping soundly, as she had throughout the night. It wasn't until I returned to the living area that I noticed Cory wasn't sleeping on the couch. Peering out the window, I saw him wiping the dust off his Harley-Davidson Softail. 

Picking up Liz's panties, I tossed them on the foot of the bed, then slipped into the t-shirt and jeans I'd worn the night before.

"Good Morning." I greeted Cory, cautiously approaching him.

"Morning." Cory grumbled, barely glancing up to look at me.

"Where we gonna ride to today?" I asked.

"I thought Liz and I would ride over to Mount Rushmore and then down to the Crazy Horse Monument." He answered. "Might be best if you and the others rode somewhere else."

"Ok! Let's have it out once and for all!" I exclaimed. "I'm getting tired of your shit, your innuendoes and most of all, your whole fuckin' attitude!"

"You eat with that mouth?" He chided, wiping his bike harder.

"Yes, I do." I responded. "And I kissed your wife with it too."

"You did what?" He exclaimed.

"You heard me." I boldly restated. "I kissed Liz yesterday and not just once either."

"Did you put your mouth anywhere else on her?" Cory asked, rising to a standing position.

"No. Not yet." I replied. "But I might if Liz wants me to."

"Cody never mentioned you were a lesbian." The young man stated. "I guess I should have asked."

"I'm not a lesbian." I contradicted, folding my arms across my chest. "Let's just say, my sexual preferences are...diversified."

"Just keep your lips and your hands off my wife!" Cory threatened. "I don't want Liz turning into a fucking dyke!"

"You're impossible." I affirmed. "I'm not wasting my time trying to deal with you."

Returning to the interior of the Winnebago, I found Cody and Kelly showering together. Liz was still sound asleep on the sleeper sofa.

"What was all the shouting about?" Cody inquired, stepping out of the shower. "Was my dear brother giving you a hard time?

"I was trying to reason with him but I was only wasting my time." I replied. "He's such a fuckin' ass!"

"I'll have a talk with him." Cody stated. "I'll set him straight once and for all."

"No. Don't bother." I countered, handing Kelly a towel. "You'd only be wasting your time."

"I'm not going to let him ruin this trip." Cody avowed. "I'll set him straight or I'll send him packing."

"Maybe it's me that should be leaving." I suggested. "I'm a little bummed out over this whole ordeal."

"No way!" Kelly bellowed. "If anybody's leaving, it's gonna be Cory!"

"Nobody's leaving!" Liz shouted, wrapping the blanket around herself. "I'll talk with Cory. He's my husband, he's my responsibility."

Liz quickly dressed, then ran out to confront her husband. It was quickly apparent to everyone that she wasn't having any better luck than I had. Getting on his bike, he stormed off through the campgrounds.

"He's going home." Liz divulged, stepping back into the motorhome. "He won't be coming back."

Hearing the news, I felt worse than if Cory and I had continued our dispute. I was dismayed, feeling I'd ruined the trip for everyone.

"Let grab some breakfast and then head out." Cody proposed. "They've got an all-you-can-eat breakfast at the Full Throttle Saloon."

I didn't feel much like riding but I didn't want to dampen the festivities anymore than what I already had. Everyone dressed in their riding leathers, then it was off for a good breakfast. Cody suggested we ride over into Wyoming and see the Devil's Tower. It was a good long ride that would take most of the day. Hopefully, it would also take our minds off the events from earlier in the morning.

While Cody, Kelly and Liz seemed to have gotten over the confrontation with Cory, I couldn't get it out of my mind. When I wasn't concentrating on the road ahead, my mind would drift back, remembering Cory's every word. We stopped along the way at the Stone House Saloon, an old abandoned stone farmhouse that had been turned into a makeshift bar and outdoor grille. 

"Get over it Kaitlyn." Kelly asserted when the two of us were away from the others. "That bastard's not worth getting upset about."

"I feel bad for Liz." I muttered. "I've ruined things for her."

"Liz seems to be taking it pretty well if you ask me." Kelly asserted. "I noticed her flirting with several guys that rode up alongside you guys."

"You think Cory's actually on his way back to Indiana?" I questioned. "He didn't pack anything."

"Cory's headstrong." Kelly confirmed. "He'd ride back naked just to prove a point."

After drinking hot coffee to warm us up, the four of us continued on. We stopped in Hill City to look around and do some shopping but my enthusiasm hadn't changed much. It took a lot of effort for me to act like I was enjoying myself. Cody sensed it, pulling me off to the side.

"We've driven twelve-hundred miles to get to this rally." He stated. "I wanna see a smile on your face and I wanna see it there every time I look at you."

Riding on, we stopped at a quaint little town called Hulett in eastern Wyoming. Like most of the small towns we'd passed through, they were prepped and ready for all the motorcycling enthusiasts. Vendors lined both sides of the main street, selling everything imaginable.

Liz and Kelly wanted to look at chaps and vests. Cody was more interested in grabbing a cold soft drink to quench his thirst. The two of us bought some lemonade and sat down on one of the park benches. Streams of riders passed by, riding just about every make of bike made.

"You're not smiling." Cody jested, putting his arm around me. "You want me to kick that cute little butt of yours?"

"I'm trying." I muttered. "Just give me time to work on it."

We sat on the bench for almost an hour waiting for Kelly and Liz to return. When they finally showed up, they were laden with packages.

"Holy Shit!" Cody exclaimed. "Hope you gals figured out how we're gonna pack all that stuff on two bikes!"

"We just couldn't resist all these bargains!" Liz insisted, grinning. "Besides they're not all for us."

Utilizing the fiberglass saddlebags on Cody's Road King and the leather bags on my Screamin' Eagle, we managed to stow everything away with a little room to spare.

"I bought you a white leather outfit." Liz stated, climbing on the bike behind me. "You're gonna love it."

"Why'd you do a thing like that." I asked.

"Because I wanted to and...well, because I wanted to let you know how much I think of you." She stammered, giving my waist a squeeze with both hands. "Let's just leave it at that. Ok?"

"You're not mad about what happened this morning?" I questioned. 

"Nope. Not a bit." Liz responded with a sincere smile. "I don't miss Cory at all. He can be such an ass at times."

I breathed a deep sigh of relief before starting my Fat Boy. I felt better, much, much better knowing Liz was happy.

Devil's Tower was awesome. It seemed to rise eerily out of the ground. Up close it looked surreal. From a distance it looked beyond belief. We spent a couple of hours at the monument before riding back towards Sturgis.

At a little town called Aladdin, Wyoming, we stopped for a cold beer and buffalo strips. Savoring the taste of buffalo for the first time, we ate like we were starved. We visited a few of the vendors set up along the busy two-lane highway, purchasing several Rally t-shirts.

It was early evening when we rode into the campgrounds. I half expected to see Cory's Softail parked next to the motorhome but it wasn't. Needless to say, it was a big relief. The four of us sat around the motorhome relaxing and catnapping. 

Liz couldn't wait to show me the white leather outfit she'd bought me. I was dumbfounded when I saw it. White chaps with fringe, a matching fringe vest and white leather jacket made up the ensemble. It had to have costs a fortune!

"What's on the agenda for this evening?" Kelly inquired. "Or does everyone wanna just lay back and relax?"

"Thought you girls were gonna get tattoos while we're here." Cody commented. "Is that still a go?"

"Yeah. Sure. Why not?" I responded. "I'm game if anyone else is."

"I will if you guys are gonna get one." Liz chimed in.

Back on the bikes, the four of us rode into Sturgis. Following a group of bikers in front of us we found it quicker to ride down Main Street rather than Lazelle. Finding a place to park was another story though. We finally found a well-lit parking lot that offered security.

I had an idea of what I wanted for a tattoo but I was worried about how much pain I'd have to go through to get it. After walking around for awhile we entered a busy tattoo shop appropriately named "TATT2S" on Second Street. The walls were decorated with so many different designs it was difficult to pick one.

"What'll it be ladies?" A short, stocky woman in her late forties asked. "We've got a special going on. Get two tattoos and the second one is half price."

"Two!" I exclaimed, laughing. "I don't know if I could take that much pain!"

"Ahhhh. It's not all that bad." The woman declared, grinning. 

"How about a barbwire tattoo, something ornate but not too awfully big?" I asked. "I'm thinking of one for my left ankle."

The woman pulled out a binder with nothing but barbwire tattoos in it. The three of us crowded around the book, flipping through the pages. 

"You might want to consider the size of the tattoo." The stocky woman suggested. "I don't think you'll want one too small or it'll be hard to see. One too big is gonna look gaudy, especially for a lady."

I found one that I really liked. So did Kelly and Liz. 

"Would you like to see how it would look on your ankle?" The woman inquired, pulling out a band with the design on it.

Slipping off my boot, I put my foot up on a stool so the woman could wrap the band around my ankle.

"I like it." Liz stated. "I'm goin' for that one myself.

"Make it three." Kelly spoke up. "We'll all match."

After signing the appropriate forms and paying in advance we were led into the studio. Two of the four tattoo artists were busy working on other customers. I was anxious to get it over with so I volunteered to go first. Kelly took a little coaxing but she finally sat in one of the chairs. 

After applying alcohol, then the transfer design to my left ankle I watched the guy, a young man in his early twenties with spiked hair, load up the ink pen. Wearing surgical gloves, he positioned himself at my ankle.

"Oh God!" I thought. "What the hell am I doing?"

Looking over at Liz, I saw her hiding her laughter with her hand. The instant the needle pricked my skin I damn near jumped out of the chair. I gripped the arms of the chair till my fingers hurt. Gradually, I got accustomed to the needle but it still hurt. 

"Gonna go for the special?" The young guy asked. "Something for your tit or maybe your butt?"

"I doubt it." I managed to say in response. "I'll be lucky to survive this ordeal."

Looking over at Kelly, I saw she was reading a magazine on tattoos. She seemed calm and very relaxed. 

"I'm goin' for that small Harley emblem." She proclaimed, pointing to the design on the wall over one of the tables. "I'm gonna have it put on my butt."

Liz's turn finally came when one of the tables opened up. Hopping up on the elevated platform, she laid down on her stomach. Unsnapping her jeans, she shoved them down a few inches along with her black nylon panties.

"I'm going for a scroll design at the small of my back." She stated, before we could ask. "It'll look great with the barbwire tattoo.

With my attentions drawn to the tattoo artist working on Liz I almost forgot about my ankle. She winced a few times at the beginning, then relaxed and really got into it. Still, I wasn't about to consider getting a second tattoo. I wasn't that sold on pain.

When the guy finished with my barbwire tattoo, he applied some antiseptic to the skin. I damn near peed myself from the stinging sensation. My ankle was slightly red but barely swollen. Looking at the tattoo in the mirror, I realized it was worth it. It looked fantastic!

I wanted to see how Liz's scroll tattoo was coming along. More importantly, I wanted to see how she was handling the needle pricks. The design she had selected looked great. The artist was applying it at a rapid pace. 

"Does it hurt much?" I asked.

"Some." Liz answered. "I got used to the needle after a few minutes though."

I passed on the second tattoo offer. Kelly decided against getting the Harley-Davidson emblem, opting for the same scroll design as Liz was getting.

Leaving the two girls at the tattoo shop, Cody and I walked up the street to one of the bars. The Broken Spoke had live bands and strong mixed drinks. I needed both to help me forget the discomfort my ankle was putting me through.

"What's on tap for tomorrow?" I asked Cody. 

"Thought we might ride down to Mount Rushmore and then on over to the Crazy Horse monument. I overhead someone talking outside the tattoo place about it being quite a scenic ride."

"There's so much to see and do here, we'll never get through it all." I remarked. "There's just not enough time."

"That's why people keep coming back year after year." Cody stated with a big grin. "Once you've seen everything, you start all over again."

After regrouping later that evening, the four of us hit one of the food vendors. There was every kind of food imaginable being served at the rally but the Philly Steaks looked too appetizing to pass up. Cold beer and good food, we were in heaven! 

Cody was especially happy, having three women making over him. I saw a few guys giving him the thumbs-up like he was escorting his own personal harem. We hammed it up for him, just to boost his ego. He was enjoying the attention and the grins from the other bikers.

It was almost 1:00am when we rode back to the campground. All I wanted was a few aspirin and a good night's sleep. Lightning and thunder, off in the distance, encouraged us to put the bikes in the cargo trailer for the night. I grabbed a quick shower and then Liz took one. Cody was bushed, stretching out on the couch to watch television.

The three of us girls sat down at the dinette, rehashing what we'd seen so far. Kelly jotted down notes as they came to mind. I suggested live music instead of a DJ for at least one of the weekend nights. Kelly proposed having a food vendor or possibly two provide a variety of eats. Liz thought setting up a really good tattoo artist, who would be willing to work the weekends, would fit in well at a biker hangout. The list grew as ideas popped into our heads.

"I'm gonna grab a quick shower." Cody announced, walking towards the rear of the motorhome. "Afterwards, I'll be ready for a good screw."

"Was that a warning or a news bulletin?" Kelly jested with a laugh.

"I think it was a hint for us to draw straws." I quipped. "Short straw gets left out."

"He's wasn't serious, was he?" Liz asked.

"Maybe the three of us oughta turn the tables on him." I suggested, keeping my voice down. "We could wear his ass down to nothing."

"Not me!" Liz immediately responded. "He's my...I'm...his sister."

"Even better." I countered. "What better way to get back at Cory."

"I couldn't!" Liz argued. "Kaitlyn, you...you fuck him!"

"We'll all fuck him!" I proclaimed, taking off my robe and tossing it on the couch.

"C'mon Liz. You need a good fucking and Cody's the man who can give it to ya." I added, pulling her arm.

"Ok. But you've got to promise me that none of you will ever tell Cory." Liz insisted.

Liz slipped off her robe, leaving it on the dinette table. Wearing just our panties, the two of us rushed into the bedroom to get the bed prepped for Cody's surprise. Kelly waited outside to guide her husband to us before he noticed we were missing.

Liz was growing nervous about going through with our plan. Lying on the bed, I pulled her into my arms and started kissing her softly on the lips. She reacted, kissing me back and pulling me tight against her. My fingers toyed with her sensitive nipples, teasing them till they grew hard. 

Sliding my tongue between her lips, I probed her mouth, flicking wildly at her tongue. Liz's breathing grew labored. My hand glided gently down over Liz's tummy, slipping inside her bikini-cut panties. I lightly rubbed over her pubic mound, afraid if I went further she might cum.

The bedroom door opened and Cody stepped in with Kelly right behind him. She yanked off the towel he was covering himself with. Seeing Liz and I together, his cock grew erect, protruding proudly from his groin.

"Well...you just gonna stand there!" Kelly laughed. "You've got three women to take care! Better get to it!"

"Fucking unbelievable!" Cody exclaimed with a big grin. 

Kelly dropped her robe to the floor, exposing her beautiful body. She was completely naked, her eyes filled with lust. 

I slid my hand down further into Liz's panties. They were already soaked with her juices. Cody reached for them, pulling them quickly down her legs. Tossing them to the head of the bed, he positioned himself between her legs.

"Get her good and ready!" Cody commanded. "Lick her pussy till she begs to be fucked!"

I was quite surprised at Cody's demeanor. I'd never seen his dominate side before. Spreading Liz's legs, I licked up and down the redhead's pussy. Her fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my mouth into her. Liz ground her pussy into my face, covering me with her flowing juices.

"Lick it!" She screamed. "Make me cum!

Slithering my tongue inside her, I swabbed the pink walls of her pussy. Her hips were bucking wildly, making my breathing difficult.

"That's enough!" Cody declared, pulling me back. "What she needs is a dick, not your tongue!"

Cody grabbed Liz's legs, spreading them far apart. His cock, oozing pre-cum, roughly penetrated the woman in one quick stroke.

"OH GODDDDDD!" Liz screamed out, grasping wildly for Cody's arms.

Cody slammed his cock into Liz numerous times before pulling all the way out. His cock was glistening with her juices. Liz tried to break free but Cody's grip on her legs was too harsh.

"I always wanted to do that!" He proclaimed, displaying a sinister grin. "I wanted to bitch-fuck Liz till she screamed."

"CODY....NO!" Liz begged. "Oh God...don't."

Cody leaned over the woman, still holding her legs apart. Putting his face closer to hers, he kissed her passionately, at the same time impaling her with his cock. Liz's fingernails dug into Cody's muscular arms, which spurred him on. He fucked her slowly and gently, getting Liz to fuck him back. Their tempo increased until their bodies slammed hard against each other's. 

Liz's pending orgasm shown in her face. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open. Liz clenched her teeth, growling like a mad dog. Cody jackhammered his hard cock into her, shaking the entire bed.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD DAMNNNNNNNNN!" Liz cried out as the orgasm consumed her. 

Her fingernails raked Cody's arms, drawing blood. She thrashed free of his grip, almost kicking him in the face. Cody regained control of the woman, forcing her back down on the bed.

"God Damn!" Cody exclaimed between deep gasps. "She's one wild-ass fuck!"

Liz lay still, panting hard for air, her nipples protruding from her small breasts.




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 06



"You know what they say...small breasted women are much more passionate." Cody declared, grinning at Kelly and me.

"Oh fuck." Liz muttered, incoherently. 

Liz tried to roll onto her side but Cody held her down. He looked first at Kelly, then at me, his cock glistening with cum.

"Kaitlyn, your ass is next!" He shouted, grabbing my arm. "I've got something special in mind for you!

Ordering me to lie down on top of Liz, he spread my legs apart. I tried to lift myself up but he wasn't going to let me. Liz put her arms around me, pulling me tight against her. We kissed hard, slamming our tongues into each other's mouths

I felt Kelly climb onto the bed with us. Her hands grabbed my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. I felt one of Cody's fingers tracing a circle around my asshole. Kelly spit a big glob of saliva on his finger, allowing his digit to penetrate my virgin ass. 

"OH GOD...NOOOOOOOO!" I cried out, trying to break free. 

Kelly's grip on the cheeks of my ass felt like she was about to tear me apart. Cody slapped my ass hard, filling the bedroom with a loud smacking sound. Kelly spit another glob of saliva on her husband's hard cock, smearing it all over the mushroom-shaped head. 

"Oh God...no." I mumbled, tightening my ass.

Kelly guided her husband's cock to my asshole, urging him on. The head of his cock penetrated me, sending a sharp pain to my brain. Working his fuck pole back and forth, he pushed further and further until his balls slapped against my pussy. Kelly released her grip on my ass but it didn't help the pain any. Cody's thick cock felt like it had ripped my ass apart. He rocked back and forth slowly, taunting me until I started working with him. Liz held me tight, nearly suffocating me. I turned my head to the side so I could breathe.

"She loves it." Kelly murmured. "I bet Liz would love it up the ass too."

Cody slapped my ass again, sending a stinging sensation to my brain. I pushed back hard against him, hoping he'd cum and get it over with. He just pushed harder into me, ripping my asshole till I screamed out in agony.

"She's had enough!" Kelly exclaimed. "Fuck her cunt and finish her off."

Cody eased his cock out of my ass, sliding it down until he was lined up with my pussy. He eased it into me, gyrating his hips to taunt my wanton desires. His balls slammed against my swollen clit with each stroke. My orgasm came quick, almost blinding me. I fucked back hard against Cody, trying to get him to cum with me but he fought off the urge to cum inside me.

"Get your mouth down on her ass!" Cody ordered, grabbing his wife by the neck.

I felt Kelly's soft dark hair on my tender butt for just an instant. Cody pulled his cock out of me, shoving it into his wife's mouth. Kelly's head bobbed up and down on it till he shot his load down her throat. She gagged but managed to swallow it. His second load shot up my back, almost to my shoulders. Kelly lapped it up like soft ice cream.

None of us moved for several long minutes. My ass was sore as hell after being reamed out by Cody's thick cock. Liz was so tired, she was nearly asleep. Kelly went to the bathroom for some wet washcloths. Handing one to her husband, she gently washed my back and down the crack of my ass.

"You ok?" She asked, leaning close to my ear.

"I owe you one." I muttered. "I'll get even."

Rolling onto my side, I looked up at Cody. He was washing off his cock, looking like a proud conqueror. Dropping the soiled washcloth to the floor, he scooped me up into his arms. I wasn't sure what he had in mind but I got an inkling what had just happened was planned.

Cody carried me out to the living area of the motorhome, placing me on the sleeper sofa that was already set up. Now, I knew Liz and I had been set up. Cody climbed into bed beside me, pulling me into his warm embrace. He kissed my forehead, wiping away the perspiration.

I feel asleep, listening to the thunder resonating off the surrounding hills and the rain pouring down on the roof of the motorcoach.

Waking the next morning, I found myself still warmly cuddled in Cody's arms. The thunder had stopped but the rain was still drizzling down. The quietness of the motorhome was interrupted by low, soft moans emanating from the bedroom. I lifted my head off Cody's shoulder so I could hear better.

"They've been going at it for almost an hour." Cody mumbled, his eyes still closed. "I think Liz is really gettin' into the swing of things."

"She's really changed a lot." I murmured. "She's dumped that bitchy attitude of hers altogether."

"Even more so since Cory left." Cody commented, pulling me close against him. "Maybe that's been her trouble...too much Cory and not enough great sex!"

Hearing a loud, prolonged moan coming from behind the closed bedroom door, I started to laugh. I wasn't sure if it was from Kelly or Liz. The motorhome got quiet, allowing me to drift off for a quick nap.

"Rise and shine, Sleepyhead!" Liz exclaimed, waking me up. "Time to get rollin'!"

Propping myself up on my elbows, I looked over to find Cody gone.

"Where's everybody?" I mumbled, waiting for my eyes to clear.

"Kelly's in the shower, Cody's up at the main building." Liz answered, sounding all bright and bubbly. "The rain's finally stopped but it's cloudy as hell."

Tossing the covers back, I padded naked across the livingroom to get a cigarette.

"How's your ass...hole?" Liz asked in jest. 

"A little sore." I replied. "How's your pussy?"

"Wonderful!" Liz exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. "Absolutely fucking wonderful!"

Kelly stepped out of the shower at almost the same time Cody stepped inside the motorhome. 

"What'd they say?" Kelly asked. 

"More rain headin' this way, sometime around mid-afternoon." Cody replied. 

"Whatta you guys wanna do, stick around the motorhome or hang out in town?" Kelly asked, wiping herself dry.

"Let's run over to Thunder Road and see what's going on." Liz suggested. "They've got a lot of displays set up over there."

"Sounds good to me." I stated. "Just let me get my shoes on and I'll be ready."

My remark got a big laugh from everyone since I was stark naked. 

After running through the shower, I quickly dressed in bluejeans and a t-shirt for the day's activities. Cody suggested we catch the shuttle instead of riding our bikes since we were just going up the road.

Thunder Road was a virtual vendor's paradise. Dealers with all sorts of products had plenty of room to set up their displays. Wide aisles allowed spectators to roam about unencumbered. The four of us wander through the displays, looking at chrome accessories and biker clothes. We lost Cody at the Penthouse Magazine display, leaving him chatting with several models.

"Oh my God!" Liz exclaimed pointing excitedly at a trike. "There it is!"

She rushed up to the trike, which was considerably large. Powered by a rear-mount Chevrolet eight cylinder engine it looked awesome. Long and wide, it looked like it might be a little difficult to handle in heavy traffic. Still, it was unique and captured your imagination right from the get-go.

"How much?" Liz asked, when one of the sales reps approached us. 

"We've got this one on sale during the rally for twenty-nine thousand." The middle-aged man stated. "We've got several more priced slightly higher. They're also on sale."

"We can get it financed for you with little down." He quickly added, continuing with his salespitch. "I can have you riding out on this baby before the end of the day."

"Whatta ya think, Kaitlyn?" Liz asked, excitedly. "Think I should buy it? I've got good credit!"

"It's nice but...it looks awfully big." I stammered. "But it's your decision, not mine."

"Why don't we look around?" Kelly suggested. "We might see something else you'll like even better."

The disappointed frown on Liz's face wasn't what either of us wanted to see. Kelly and I were only trying to keep her from possibly making a mistake by buying such a huge trike. Twenty-nine grand was an awful lot of money to spend without thinking it over.

Strolling on, we stopped at a couple of custom bike dealers but I didn't see anything that I really liked. I had an idea of what I wanted but I hadn't seen anything so far that made me look twice

Coming upon the Boss Hoss motorcycle display, Kelly and I watched as Liz ran up to one of their custom built trikes. I could see by the look on her face and the way her hand brushed lightly over the fuel tank and seat she was in love with it. Powered by a Chevrolet eight cylinder engine and automatic transmission I thought it was much hotter looking than the first one we'd looked at. The Candy Red, custom-bodied trike had the looks of a small Sierra pickup with comfortable leather seating for the rider and one passenger.

"Get on it!" Kelly shouted. "Let's see how you look in the seat!"

It didn't take anymore encouragement to get the slender redhead to swing her leg over the rider's seat and grab hold of the handlebars. She had the same look on her face that I did when I bought my Screamin' Eagle. She was sold on the trike.

"Well...how do I look?" Liz inquired, grinning like a fool.

"Hot!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "That trike looks good between your legs!"

"We'll make you a good deal on it!" A young female sales rep stated, approaching us. "We'll even through in a tinted windshield to seal the deal!"

"How much?" Liz asked, hoping to hear a really low figure.

"Thirty-nine thousand." The young woman replied. "It's got every option available!"

"Thirty-nine." Liz mumbled, dropping her hands from the handlebars. "That's ten grand more than the other one."

"We can get you financed if that's what you're worried about." The young woman spoke up. "The banks usually require twenty percent down but I can maybe get them down to ten percent."

"You got four grand on ya?" Kelly asked. "I'm sure Cody will loan it to you if you don't."

"No." Liz responded dejectedly. "There's no way I couldn't ask him to do that." 

"We'll take a credit card for the down payment." The woman asserted. "But the bank might require the full twenty percent down if you use a credit card."

"Christ, that's eight grand!" I exclaimed.

"Well...I'll see what I can do if she's really interested in buying the trike." The woman defended herself.

"How about a test ride?" I inquired. "Surely you've got someone who can ride along with her!"

"A...yeah. I'll get my husband to go with her." The woman stammered. "Let me get the keys."

"Kaitlyn, I can't come up with that kind of down payment." Liz proclaimed. "I don't have that much credit line."

"What the hell." I countered. "It won't hurt to take it for a ride. Maybe you won't even like it but at least you'll know one way or another."

A few minutes later the woman returned with her husband, a tall, slender gentleman neatly dressed in leather riding gear. After going over the controls with Liz, he climbed into the passenger seat. Liz nervously steered the trike out of its parking space and down the aisle. Kelly and I watched as the pair took the bike out onto the highway and cruised east away from the heavy traffic.

"Ok. Let's talk cash!" I stated, glaring at the sales rep. "I'd like to hear your rock-bottom price. I don't' like haggling."

"Thirty-seven, five." She responded. "That's absolutely the lowest we can sell it for...honest."

"Well, let's see if she likes it first." I asserted. "If she does, I'll do a bank transfer to pay for it. You do have a computer hook-up I can use, don't you?

"We sure do." The woman stated, sounding relieved.

While the three of us stood around waiting for Liz and the woman's husband to return, we spotted Cody strolling up the aisleway towards us. His eyes were busy checking out some blonde biker chick wearing chaps and a black thong.

"I bet I know what he's thinking." Kelly laughed. 

Spotting us, Cody acted all innocent as he rushed towards us. He nodded at the sales rep, glancing down at her breasts, showing considerably above the neckline of her tank-top.

"Did you see the butt on that blonde?" He jested. "What an ass!"

"Told ya!" Kelly laughed. "Sometimes that's all he thinks about."

"Hey! Where's Liz?" Cody asked.

"She's trying out one of these trikes." Kelly answered, sounding nonchalant.

"Yeah! Right!" Cody responded, not believing his wife. "I can just see her riding one of these!"

"Well, you won't have to wait long." I spoke out. "Here she comes now."

"Where?" Cody asked, looking around.

"Down the hill from the east." I replied. "I can see her pearly whites beaming from here."

"I don't fucking believe it!" Cody exclaimed, his mouth dropping open. "She CAN ride a trike!"

Working their way through traffic into the vendor's area, I could tell right off Liz loved the three-wheeled motorcycle. Easing the trike up to us, she was like a kid getting her first car.

"Well, whatta ya think of it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Kate...it's so awesome!" She exclaimed. "I can't believe how great it handles! We had it up to eighty at one time! We could have kept on going!"

"Ok. Here's the deal." I declared putting my hands on her shoulders. "I can buy the trike for thirty-seven, five. I'll do a bank transfer to complete the purchase with me as the lien holder on the title. When we get back home, I'll secure a conventional loan for you to cover the entire amount. OK?" 

Liz was speechless, barely managing to nod her head. An hour and a half later, we had all the legal documents signed, a receipt for the money and a temporary plate on the trike. Climbing on the trike behind Liz, we cruised slowly through the vendor's area, heading back to the campground. Liz was still trembling from the excitement, the same excitement I felt when I bought my first bike.

Arriving at the campground, we made it just in time as the rain started pouring. Moving Cody and my bikes forward, Liz eased her trike into the trailer. Shutting down the engine, she stayed seated on the trike as if she were in a trance. I let her enjoy the feeling, knowing she was happier than she'd been in a long time.

"Better wipe off the water before it spots." I suggested, tossing her a soft towel.

"Kaitlyn, I can't thank you enough for doing this for me." She muttered, giving me a hug.

I kissed her on the forehead, knowing she was sincere and meant every word.

Cody and Kelly rode the shuttle back to the campgrounds. The rain wasn't showing any signs of letting up as dark clouds hovered over the entire area. The three of us sat around the motorhome, watching moves and catnapping, while Liz read through the manuals on her new trike.

"That was a really nice thing you did for Liz." Cody commented, whispering in my ear.

"I know. I've always been a believer that good things have a way of repaying you." I whispered in return.

"Does that mean I can get you to give me a blowjob?" He kidded, squeezing my leg.

"Hmmm. What'll I get in return?" I questioned.

"Well...how about I give Kelly permission to fuck another guy?" Cody replied. "It'd be more like something for her than it would you though."

"I'll go along with that." I agreed with a grin. "You want me to do it here or in the bedroom?"

"The bedroom." Cody responded. "I wanna be damn comfortable!"

Leaving the two women in the living area, Cody and I headed for the bedroom. Cody was getting undressed like his clothes were on fire. 

"I'm keeping my panties on, just in case you get ideas about fucking me in the ass again." I asserted. "My asshole's still tender."

With Cody stretched out completely naked on the queen-size bed, I stretched out beside him. After kissing him on the lips, I trailed my tongue down over this tummy, leaving a trail of moisture as I moved towards his hard cock. Lightly raking my fingernails around the head of his cock, I almost got him to shot off a load.

"Oh God! Don't tease me like that!" Cody begged, grasping the comforter with both hands.

I made a show out of sliding my mouth down on his cock, bringing my lips up slowly and making a loud popping sound with I pulled them off his cock. Holding his shaft near the base with one hand, I massaged his warm balls with the other hand. I wasn't about to get him off too quick. That's not what he wanted and neither did I.

Applying large amounts of saliva to his cock, I gently rubbed the fluid into his cock, teasing him with my long fingernails. He was moaning quietly, enjoying my mouth sucking on his cock, my lips sliding up and down his fuck pole. 

"Oh baby! I love that cock!" I muttered, trying to enhance the experience without laughing.

"OHHHH FUCKKKK!" Cody shouted, grabbing the back of my head. "SUCK ME OFF!"

I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, sucking hard with my lips. I tried squeezing his cock with my hand to keep him from shooting his load but it wasn't enough. Just as the load spewed from his cock, he pushed my head down until his cock hit the back of my mouth. Cody's cum shot into my throat without my getting a taste of the salty fluid. 

He released my head, allowing me to pull my mouth upward, grabbing a quick breath. His second load shot onto my lips, dribbling down to my chin. I flicked my tongue out, lapping it up, wiping the remnants off with my fingers.

"We still have a deal? Right?" I mumbled, kissing him on the lips.

"Yeah, we've still got a deal." He responded with a smirk, then an outburst of laughter.

"Did you just fuck me?" I questioned, knowing something was amiss.

"Me? No!" Cody lied, still laughing. "Would I do such a thing?"

"Well...kinda." He stammered.

"I promised Kelly I'd let her fuck another guy if she helped me get you in position to fuck you in the ass." He confessed.

"You asshole!" I shouted. "You already had a deal?"

"Yeah." Cody mumbled, laughing out loud. "I just wanted you to give me a blowjob, that's all."

"Your ass owes me big time!" I exclaimed, grinning. "And I'm holding you to it!"

To be continued...



Two Wheel Desires Ch. 07



Waking early the following morning, we were confronted with sunny, cloudless skies. It looked like it was going to be a great day for riding. Getting into our riding gear, we unloaded Liz's new trike and Cody's Road King. Liz was grinning ear to ear, still excited about her new ride. I decided to try my hand at being a passenger, hopping on behind her. The rear seat fit me like a glove, elevating me high enough to see over Liz.

We stopped at the Full Throttle Saloon for breakfast before heading south to see Mount Rushmore and the Crazy Horse monument. Liz was trying her best to keep from smirking; knowing Cody had tricked me for the second time since we'd gotten to the rally.

"Don't be laughing." I threatened with a grin. "I'll get both your butts before we head back home."

Making our way through the heavy traffic in Sturgis, we headed southwest towards Deadwood. From there we'd change highways to Rushmore and Crazy Horse. We didn't really need a map. All we had to do was follow the parade of motorcycles in front of us. Being the passenger for a change, I got to enjoy the scenery as we sped along at sixty miles an hour. Liz was handling the trike like she was born with it between her legs.

It was early evening when we made our way back to Sturgis. We'd stopped in Deadwood for a great dinner at Big Al's Buffalo Steakhouse. None of us were really in the mood to return to the campground so Cody suggested we park the bikes and stroll through the rally, grab a beer or two and maybe do some shopping.

"I think Kaitlyn oughta get a scroll tattoo like ours." Kelly suggested. "That way we'll all match in Cody's harem."

Since my ankle wasn't bothering me and I really liked it, I decided to go ahead and get it done. 

"Why not?" I thought. "I like the way it looks on Kelly and Liz. I'll just end up regretting it if I don't have it done."

Cody offered to pay for the tattoo to make up for tricking me into giving him a blowjob. I would have given him a blowjob even if he hadn't of asked but I enjoyed stringing him along. Returning to the TATT2S shop on Second Avenue, the woman worked me in without having to wait.

Cody wasn't in the mood to go shopping with the girls so stayed with me. I think he just wanted to see me suffer through the pain of having a needle prick the skin at the small of my back. This time I was prepared although I did jump the first few times the needle probed into my skin.

The girls returned from their shopping just as the tattoo artist was finishing my design. We decided to hit a few of the bars, just to see what kind of entertainment they offered. The Knuckle Saloon, one block over, was crowded with bikers, enjoying cold beer and live music. After a cold one, we strolled down to Gunners, eventually ending up at the Jack Daniels booth. 

Liz wasn't feeling any pain but she was smart enough to realize it. She turned the keys over to me since I'd only drank one beer and part of another. By the time we made it out to the campground, Liz was out like a light, asleep in the passenger seat.

"You got her drunk Cody!" Kelly exclaimed, laughing. "You can carry her inside."

Not being very gentle with his sister, Cody tossed Liz over his shoulder, eventually laying her out on the queen-size bed. He did take her clothes off without Kelly or me assisting him. 

"Kelly and I can crash on the sleeper sofa if you wanna share the bed with her." Cody remarked. 

"I trust you won't take advantage of her." He added with a sinister laugh. 

I barely remember climbing into bed before falling asleep. My new tattoo wasn't bothering me near like the one had on my ankle. Liz got up sometime during the night. She was sick to her stomach but there wasn't much I could do except hold her head. I knew she was going to feel like shit in the morning.

Wednesday morning looked like another good day for riding. The early morning temperature was cool but warming fast as the sun beat down on the Sturgis Rally. 

"Three days ladies." Cody commented. "That's all we've got left before heading home."

"That's three days we've still got left to ride." I stated. "We can cover a lot of miles during that time."

"What about looking for a chopper?" Cody inquired. "You wanna take time to shop around while we're here don't ya?" 

"Nah. Not really." I replied. "I'm not gonna take time to look around and miss out on riding."

"Kate, there's always next year." Kelly spoke up. "What we don't see this year, we'll see next year."

"Count me out." Liz mumbled, holding her head. "I'm going back to bed and stay there till I get over this hangover."

"Let's grab a bite of breakfast at the high school, then we can decide what to do." I suggested.

Joining many of the other bikers at the local high school for breakfast, the three of us decided to ride over to Sundance, Wyoming, birthplace of the infamous Sundance Kid. 

Riding along and enjoying the scenery, I dreaded the thought of having to return home. An entire year would have to pass before we'd return. Making the most of this trip seemed more important to me.

After checking out all the activities in Sundance we rode southeast to Four Corners and then up to Cheyenne Crossing. By the end of the day we'd ridden a lot of miles and seen some really beautiful scenery. Returning to the campground that evening we found Liz wiping down her Boss Hoss trike. She said she was feeling better but she still looked pale.

We took to the beds early that night, a little before 11:00pm. I was tired from all the riding and so was Kelly. Liz wasn't feeling up to par, swearing she'd never take another drink of hard liquor.

Thursday morning's weather was just like the previous day's. Kelly and Liz wanted to do some shopping, hoping to find bargains on t-shirts and leather goods. Cody and I decided to hang out on Main Street and take some pictures of the rally. The four of us met up around noon for lunch and to "people watch", which had become one of our favorite pastimes.

Liz and Kelly were worn out from all the shopping so they decided to head back to the motorhome on Liz's trike. Cody and I weren't all that tired so we chose to "hang out" at the rally and look around.

"We've only got one more day before we head home. You wanna look around for a chopper?" Cody asked. "With most of the dealers here, it'd be an opportune time. I saw quite a few sale tags."

"I don't know." I responded, unenthused. "You think it'd be stupid of me to buy a chopper?"   

"What? After you talked Liz into buying a trike, you're hesitant about buying a chopper?" Cody exclaimed, sounding quite surprised.

"I didn't talk Liz into buying a trike!" I contradicted. "She did that all on her own. I just made it financially possible."

"I saw a hot pink OCC chopper that you'd look really hot crusin' through the rally on." Cody stated with a laugh. "Hot, Hot Pink!

"Hot pink, no way! I want a custom one-off chopper." I contended. "Like a Diablo. One with an extensive rake and a stretched out front end or a Pro-Street bike built low to the ground. Either way it's gotta have an S&S engine with a six-speed transmission, all the latest in electronics, digital gauges, exposed belt drive, at least a two-forty rear tire, leather seat, lots of chrome and a wild-ass paint job."

"Woohoo! Anything else?" Cody bellowed.

"Just one...no hot pink!" I laughed.

Walking down busy Lazelle Street, we passed several custom bike dealers with dozens and dozens of bikes displayed on their saleslot. Glancing as we strolled slowly past them, I didn't see anything that made me look twice. What I was looking for would have to jump out and pounce on me till I bought it. So far, I hadn't seen it.

We were nearing the end of the vendor's area, just a block or two left before we'd cross Lazelle and walk back up the other side when I spotted the Diablo Chopper's display. The custom bike builders were renowned for building one-off choppers at their shop in Fort Worth, Texas. Unlike the other dealers they had just six choppers on display. I grabbed Cody, dragging him by the arm.

"I see it!" I exclaimed, dragging him up to one of the bikes. 

Walking around the custom-built chopper, I knew I was going to buy it no matter what the price. Built long, sleek and low to the ground, the bike looked like a sculpture riding on two wheels. Carefully, I swung my leg over the bike, slowly lowering my butt into the soft leather seat. Righting the bike off its kickstand, I noticed how perfectly balanced it was. Looking over the front and rear fenders, fuel tank and frame, my eyes drank in the multitude of custom colors protected by layers of clearcoat.   

A middle-age gentleman and his female companion left the shade of their sales trailer, slowing approaching us.

"Bet you'd like to hear how she sounds." The guy asserted with a grin.

Inserting the key into the ignition beneath the seat, I switched off the kill button, hitting the start button. The bike roared to life before I could get my thumb off the switch. All I could hear and think about was the engine's deep rumbling. The gentleman put his hand over mine, cracking the throttle several times. The sound was deafening but to me it was also exhilarating. The digital gauges flashed their numbers with each crack. I let the big S&S motor idle for a couple of minutes before shutting it off.

"How much?" I asked before looking at the price tag.

"Forty-eight thousand, five-hundred." The girl replied, showing me the price tag. "We'll knock off a thousand, five if you're really interested."

Resting the bike on its kickstand, I walked slowly around the bike, listening intently to every word of their salespitch. Sitting astride the bike once more, I debated whether to buy it or not. The hand-built chopper had everything I wanted and more!

"Cody, whatta you think?" I asked.

"I thought you wanted something with an extensive rake and a long front end?" Cody responded.

"Well...yeah...that or a Pro-Street bike like this one." I reminded him.

"We've got a bike like that." The girl stated. "We just haven't put it on display yet."

"Let me roll it out so you can get a look at it." The guy insisted. "There's a big difference between the two."

I was hesitant to have him bother since I was pretty well sold on the Pro-Street chopper.

"That sound like a good idea." Cody agreed before I could object.

The gentleman eased the stretched out chopper out of the trailer, letting it roll down the ramp door. Painted bright orange with tribal graphics on the fenders and fuel tank, it immediately grabbed my interest. The chrome front forks extended long enough that it raised the front of the frame up at a noticeable angle.

"It's got a two-sixty rear tire instead of the two-eighty that's on the other bike." The girl remarked. "Other than frame and style, both bikes have the same engine, transmission and drivetrain."

Sitting astride the radical bike, I liked the feel of it although the extended front end threw me a curve.

"I know what you're thinking." The salesman stated with a laugh.

"It takes a lot of getting used to with a bike that's got a stretched front end." He stated. "At first, they handle awkward but once you get the hang of it, you'll really like it."

"And they looked Old School." The lady chimed in. "A lot of guys like that!" 

"You look really hot on that bike!" Cody exclaimed when I looked his way. 

Starting up the chopper, I felt the same sensations I'd felt with the other bike. I couldn't take my hand off the throttle, wanting to crack the throttle over and over, exhilarated by the thundering S&S engine.

"How much for this one?" I asked.

"Forty-four thousand, nine-hundred." The guy stated. "I'd be willing to come down to forty-three even if you're serious about this one."

"Can we roll this one up next to the other bike so I can see them together?" I asked.

"Why don't you just ride it up?" The guy proposed, grinning. "It'd save getting a lot of handprints all over it."

Restarting the chopper, I pushed the shift peg down and slowly released the clutch lever. The bike rocketed forward like a shot. The tremendous feeling of power was energizing my body as I cruised alongside the Pro-Street bike.

I walked slowly around each bike, then around both bikes not saying a word or asking a question. Cody and the couple stood silent, waiting patiently for me to say something. I couldn't make up my mind. I liked both bikes but for very different reasons.


"Forty-seven for the Pro-Street and forty-three for the orange chopper." I mumbled

"Yep. That's about as low as I can go on either one." The guy affirmed.

"What about on both?" I questioned, folding my arms across my chest. "Give me your absolute drop-dead figure."

"Both! A...well..." The guy stammered, looking somewhat stunned. 

"I knew you were gonna do that!" Cody exclaimed with a laugh. "I just had that feeling!"

"I'd take eight-eight thousand for the pair." The guy declared after thinking it over. 

"Deal." I muttered, nodding my head. "I assume you're set up to do an electronic bank transfer?"

"We're connected with all the banks here in Sturgis." The girl responded. "There's one a block over from here. They can handle the transfer for us."

"We'll drink beer and I'll get the paperwork started while you girls take care of the money." The gentleman kidded, motioning for Cody to follow him to the trailer.

We spent an hour at the bank completing the money transfer. Walking back to Diablo Choppers I heard someone call out my name.

"Kaitlyn!" A familiar male voice shouted out. "Over here!"

Looking out at the passing traffic, I saw Rick Roberts on his hardtail chopper. Beside him, Trey Morgan astride his bike with Heather Gibson, my former secretary, riding as his passenger. Rick pointed to the next intersection, signaling they'd pull over and wait for me.

Rick, Trey and Heather pulled into the parking lot at the Jack Daniels display. I darted across the busy street, weaving my way through traffic.

"Wow! I can't believe we'd run into somebody we knew amidst all these bikers!" Heather exclaimed. "You been out here all week?"

"We got here Saturday." I answered. "We're headin' back the day after tomorrow."

"We got her Monday but we gotta head back tomorrow." Trey stated, sounding a little dismayed.

"Where's Cody and Kelly?" Rick inquired. "Out ridin?"

"Kelly and Liz are out at the campgrounds, Cody's just up the street at Diablo Choppers." I responded. 

"Diablo Choppers!" He exclaimed. "Buyin' a chopper?"

"No, not him...me." I replied.

"I had a hunch you'd end up buying one!" Trey laughed. "I remember you mentioning it once or twice."

"Gonna get yourself tattooed?" Heather inquired. "Gotta have one if you're gonna be a biker."

Lifting my pant leg, I showed off my barbwire tattoo. Turning around, I lifted my t-shirt, showing off my tribal graphics tattoo.

"Woohoo!" Trey exclaimed. "Nice!" 

"Show Kaitlyn you're tattoo Heather." He laughed. 

Heather climbed off the bike, unsnapping then pulling her denim jeans down. A small Chinese dragon tattoo adorned the left cheek of her butt. 

"Whatta ya think?" She asked. "Isn't it cute?"

"Yeah and the tattoo's not bad either." I jested, slapping her on the butt.

"Where you guys stayin'?" Rick asked. "Glencove?"

"No. We're just up the road at Creekview." I answered. "Cody and Kelly borrowed a motorhome so we've had it pretty comfy."

"That sure beats sleeping in a cargo trailer but it's still better than tent camping." Heather declared. "Not to mention having to wait in line to shower."

"Hey! Maybe we'll come over and join you guys!" Rick exclaimed with a laugh. "I could use some comfy and maybe some..."

"Why don't you guys ride back to Diablo's and ask Cody?" I suggested. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

Minutes later, we were all gathered on the saleslot at Diablo's. I introduced Cody to Trey and Heather, knowing he hadn't met them. Cody couldn't take his eyes off Heather with her long coal black hair and slender legs. He was thinking "pussy", trying to figure out a way to get in her pants.

"Why don't you guys come over to our campsite?" Cody offered. "I'll cook some steaks out on the grille and we can drink up the rest of the beer."

It didn't take any coaxing to get the trio to join us especially when Cody promised Heather a nice hot shower.

It took Cody and I two trips to get my new choppers back to the motorhome but we made it without incident. Trying to figure out how we were gonna pack four motorcycles and a trike into the twenty foot trailer would be a different matter.

When Rick met Liz I had a feeling the two were going to hit it off. Rick had his arm around her waist within minutes, pulling her in close to him. The two were flirting like teenagers. Likewise Kelly couldn't take her bright emerald green eyes off Trey. She gave me a look, signaling she wanted Trey to be her first extramarital encounter. If anybody was going to fuck her besides her husband, Trey was the guy I'd have picked. Although I was hoping he'd consider giving me a good fucking.

The steaks were great. Cody was quite a hand with the charcoal grille, fixing them to perfection. We girls prepared several side dishes, trying to use up all the food we had left in the refrigerator. Liz took care of keeping the cold beer flowing, especially for Rick.

"Whatta ya think my chances are of banging the ass off Heather?" Cody whispered, pulling me aside. "Or is she strictly Trey's girl?"

"How about I get Trey working on Kelly." I murmured. "I'm betting those two would screw each other all night. That'll leave Heather looking for some strange meat."

"Trey and Heather?" Cody questioned, looking worried. "I'm not sure I'd want him fucking my wife."

"Hey! You've fucked every one of us girls!" I argued. "Now it's time to let Kelly have some strange cock!"

As the beer supply started dwindling down, the guys and girls got more playful. Liz made up some half-ass excuse to show Rick something inside the motorhome. She lured him away, knowing the two were headed straight for the bedroom. 

Cody was working on Heather, keeping one eye on Trey to see if he was going to object but Trey's attentions were focused on getting Kelly out of her clothes. Cody reminded Heather of the shower he'd promised, escorting her inside. I knew he was going to offer to wash her back...and everything else. Heather seemed game, blatantly flirting with him and whispering in his ear.

Being the odd person in the group, I made an excuse to walk up to the main building to pick up a few extra maps to take home. That left Trey and Kelly alone to figure out how and where they were going to finally get all over each other. 

Sitting at a picnic table just outside the main building, I sipped on a cold soft drink. I'd already had enough beer for the evening. Too much alcohol and I'd end up with a severe headache. I was curious as to what was going on back at the motorhome but being a voyeur wasn't my thing. An hour later, I decided to call it a night. I was getting sleepy and all I wanted was a place to stretch out.

Entering the motorhome, I found it dark but far from quiet. I could barely make out Kelly and Liz in the bedroom in a sixty-nine position. Liz was on her back with Rick pounding his hard cock into her like a jackhammer. Kelly was lying on top of Liz with her ass in the air. Trey was slowly pumping his cock in and out of her pussy, taking long, steady strokes. He was trying his best to make their special moment last as long as possible. 

Cody was lying on the sleeper sofa with Heather stretched beside him, completely naked and covered in cum. Both were sound asleep, completely worn out from their sexual frenzy. I could even see cum streaks in her coal black hair.




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 07



Stretching out on the sofa, I laid on my side so I could get an occasional glimpse of what was going on in the bedroom. The foursome's guttural moans and groans weren't going to let me get any sleep. If anything, their sexual antics were making me horny. Rick was slamming into Liz so hard, the loud smacking sounds of their bodies was having an effect on me. Kelly was begging Trey to fuck her harder, screaming out his name. 

"Christ! How long are they gonna go at it!" I thought with a laugh. "And how the hell can Cody and Heather sleep through it all. It must be the beer!"

After slipping into the bathroom for a quick shower, I returned to the couch, keeping the bath towel wrapped around me. Cody was awake, his eyes watching me as I stretched out. The bedroom was quiet and the door was shut.

"You ok?" I whispered, glancing over at Cody but only seeing his bare feet.

"Yeah. I'm ok." He muttered. 

"I guess Kelly finally got to fulfill her fantasy." He stated, propping himself up on his elbows. "She never screamed like that for me."

"For God's sake Cody!" I exclaimed. "Get over it! Counting her, you've fucked four different women in less than a week! Kelly's only had one other cock besides yours!"

"She had Rick's cock in her mouth!" Cody asserted. "I heard her slurping down on his meat like a fucking animal!"

"I can't blame her for that." I quipped, laughing. "If I had it pointed near my face I'd slam my lips down on it till I could lick his balls."

"I'd like to see that." Cody laughed. "You can practice on me if you want."

"No thanks." I responded. "You've had enough sex to last most men a lifetime."

"Didn't Heather give you any lip service?" I questioned. 

"Ohhhh yeahhhhhhhh!" Cody decreed. "Heather's got a tight mouth to go along with that tight pussy!"

"Then you've got nothing to complain about." I stated just before falling asleep.

I hadn't been asleep for more than a couple of hours before I felt someone shaking me gently to awaken me. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw Trey leaning over me, his face close to mine. He put a finger over my lips, motioned for me to join him outside. Pulling my bathtowel close around me, I stepped outside into the cool night air.

"What's the matter?" I asked, keeping my voice down.

"Nothing's the matter." Trey responded. "I just wanna know where you and I stand, that's all."

"Where you and I stand." I reiterated. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I've been trying to get a hold of you since the day you left your father's company." He stated. "I even drove over to your house."

"I moved out of the house a couple of weeks after I resigned." I avowed. "It didn't belong to me. It was just one of the perks of being Vice-President."

"Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you let me know where you were?" Trey asked, his anger showing in his voice. "Don't you think I deserved that much?"

"No, I don't." I blatantly replied. "We had a brief fling and that was all there was to it."

"We never had a relationship." I continued. "Are you forgetting you're engaged...or should I say were engaged. When you couldn't find me, did you turn to Heather for comfort...or is she just another passing fancy...another strange piece of ass you'll eventually grow tired of?"

"Hey! What's going on out here?" Cody asked, stepping down from the motorhome.

"Nothing's going on!" I answered, brushing past him. "Nothing at all!"

Lighting up a cigarette, the flame from my lighter allowed me to see Heather sitting up on the sleeper sofa. She had the blanket pulled up, covering her breasts.

"Kaitlyn, I'm...I'm sorry." She stuttered. "I didn't mean to come between you and Trey."

"Heather, you didn't come between me and Trey." I affirmed, taking a long drag off the cigarette. "You and I...we were just two more notches on his fucking dick and nothing more."

"What about me?" Kelly spoke up, coming out of the darkened bedroom. "Better make that three notches instead of two."

"Let's face it. We all got what we wanted...including Trey." I declared.

"But with you, it was something special." Heather asserted. "I think it's you he really loves."

"When he was in bed with Kelly, I doubt if he was thinking of me." I concluded. "He damn sure wasn't thinking of you or his fiancé!"

"They broke up." Heather contended. "Trey said it was because she was jealous of him."

"Jealous! Distrustful would be more like it!" I contradicted. 

Cody stepped back into the motorhome with Trey right behind him. He walked past me, glaring at Heather.

"Better get dressed." He stated in a commanding tone. "I'll wake up Rick."

"I'll put on a pot of coffee, since almost everyone's awake." Kelly muttered, slipping on a robe.

Heather slid out from beneath the blanket, running for the bathroom. While she cleaned herself up, I gathered up her clothes.

"Maybe we oughta ask Heather if she wants to stay and go back with us." Cody suggested, pulling me aside.

"That's not a bad idea." Kelly murmured, reinforcing Cody's suggestion. "Trey doesn't act like he's in the best of moods."

"That may set him off." I muttered, not thinking it was such a great idea.

"I'll ask her." Trey volunteered. "If she agrees I'll ride over and pick up her things."

"I hope you're doing this for Heather and not for your dick." I avowed. "The last thing I'd want is for you to end up like him."

Watching from the motorhome's passenger seat, I saw Heather nod her head yes. Cody approached Trey and Rick. Trey glared at me, then at Heather without saying a word.

"I'll be right back." Cody stated, stepping out of the motorhome behind the guys. "I'd sure like to have a hot cup of coffee waiting on me."

"Well, I'm glad that's over." Kelly sighed after the coach's door was closed. 

"Course, the four of us girls are probably gonna wear ole' Cody to a frazzle!" She laughed.

Liz came out of the bedroom dressed in hip-hugger bluejeans and a midriff top. She looked at Heather and then at Kelly and me.

"Where'd the guys go?" She asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"They went to Hell!" Kelly jested. "We fucked 'em all to death."

"Thank God. My pussy's sore." Liz mumbled, plopping down on the couch.

An hour later, Cody returned with Heather's belongings. I had a hot cup of coffee waiting for him the instant he stepped inside.

"It's the last day!" Cody announced, taking a sip of his coffee. "The weather's gonna be perfect for ridin' and that's what we're gonna do! No arguments!"

Leaving shortly after sunrise, we stopped for breakfast at the Full Throttle Saloon and then rode south to Custer State Park. Heather rode with Liz on her trike. I rode the chopper with the extended forks to get a feel on how it would handle curvy roads. It was a handful at first but I finally got the hang of it. The power was awesome, adding to the complexity of the bike. I was happy...and so was everyone else.

It was early evening when we rode back into Sturgis. Stopping for pizza and cold beer would be our last hooray at the rally so we indulged ourselves. Returning to the campgrounds, we packed the bikes in carefully, squeezing three bikes into the front of the trailer and the trike and chopper in last.

"Who's gonna be my guest of honor tonight?" Cody laughed after we stepped inside the motorhome.

"I am." I spoke up before anyone could say a word. "Just give me time to grab a shower first."

Cody was waiting for me in the bedroom when I walked in. The girls had put fresh sheets on the bed and opened up a chilled bottle of red wine for us. Two candles on the nightstands illuminated the bedroom.

"Romantic, isn't it?" Cody murmured, handing me a lit cigarette and a glass of wine.

"I could use a little romance in my life about now." I whispered, kissing his lips ever so lightly.

It felt great being in bed with someone who cared about me for just more than my body. I felt Cody had more than just a sexual desire for me but he would never admit it. I didn't want him to either. I'd already experienced too much turmoil to add breaking up a good marriage to the list. 

Finishing the glass of wine, I snuffed out my cigarette, putting both on the nightstand. Cody took me in his arms, kissing me soft and lovingly. I melted into his embrace, my desires smoldering, begging to be extinguished. 

Cody nibbled at my earlobe, knowing how much it turned me on. His lips traveled slowly down my neck, placing moist kisses in my most sensitive areas. My fingers gripped his arms as his mouth glided over my breasts, flicking his tongue over my sensitive nipples. Cody suckled each nipple till he had me whimpering. His hands brushed lightly over my tummy, then over my pubic hair, tugging lightly on a few wisps. 

My legs were taut, hindering his access to my pussy. Cody's middle finger rubbed over the sheath hiding my clit. My legs parted with a mind of their own. His hand slipped between my legs, brushing over the wet folds of my pussy. Cody was taking his time, taunting me with his fingers, knowing how much I wanted his tongue inside me. I pushed his shoulders downward but he resisted. My fingers entwined in his thick hair, forcing him lower.

Cody's tongue licked up and down each side of my pussy until I was lifting my butt off the sheets, working in unison with his mouth. His tongue licked over the folds of my pussy, sending me higher. My breasts were heaving with each hard breath I took. I tried to grasp the back of his head to guide his tongue inside me. Cody clutched my hands, interlocking our fingers. The instant his tongue slithered inside me, I lost all control. My orgasm rose like a rocket, sending me over the edge.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDD, GODDDDDDDDDD!" I screamed out.

Cody sucked hard on my clit, prolonging the strong sexual experience until I almost passed out. As my orgasm started to fade, he brought me up again, this time sucking out my flowing juices. 

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CODYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" I cried out, grasping his fingers tighter.

The second orgasm took my breath away, making me gasp hard for each breath. Cody rose from between my legs to a kneeling position, his cock protruding bigger than ever from his loins. His fingers brushed lightly over my legs, giving me time to recuperate.

"Fuck me Cody." I begged. "Fuck me now."

Lifting my legs, he placed the back of my knees in the crook of his arms. Aiming his cock at the entrance to my pussy, he pushed just hard enough to slip the head inside. He leaned down, kissing me more passionately than ever. I felt the length of his shaft slowly penetrating deeper and deeper as we kissed. 

"I wanna make this last forever." Cody whispered when our lips parted. 

My hands gripped his upper arms as the two of us slowly built a steady tempo. Rocking with each other, I could feel another orgasm building deep within. I wanted to make this experience memorable for the both of us so I resigned myself to let Cody take complete control. His balls slapped rhythmically against my ass with each stroke as we kept fucking each other, savoring the strong sexual sensations.

My quivering body signaled Cody I was nearing orgasm. Both of us were perspiring profusely. Sweat dripped off Cody's forehead onto my heaving breasts. He was gritting his teeth to keep from climaxing. 

"FUCK ME HARD!" I screamed out, digging my fingernails into his arm. "GIVE IT TO ME!"

Cody slammed his cock into me hard and fast. My orgasm rose quickly, erupting like a volcano. My pussy tightened around his shaft just as his first hot load disgorged into me. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!" I moaned. "FUCKKKKKKKKK!"

Cody kept fucking me as his cum spewed into my pussy. His hips slowed then his entire body went rigid. He collapsed on top of me, his breathing raspy and labored. I held his sweat-soaked body in my arms, clutch him tight.

"I love you Kaitlyn." He muttered, trying to catch his breath. "I mean it. I really love you."

"I know." I murmured. "I love you too."

After several minutes, Cody managed to get his breath, rolling off of me onto his back. His hand reached over and grabbed mine, squeezing our fingers together. We both lay there, looking up at the ceiling.

"I could sure use a drink." Cody mumbled. "How about you?"

I nodded my head, too tired to speak. It took all my remaining strength to prop myself up on my elbows. I watched Cody pour two more glasses of wine and light up a cigarette for us to share.

"Feeling better?" He asked, handing me the wine.

"Yeah, much better." I replied, giving him a warm smile.

We swapped the cigarette back and forth and sipped the wine with neither of us saying a word. When we finished, Cody set the glasses aside. I snuggled into his arms, watching the flickering candlelight dance on the walls.

Sleeping soundly throughout the night, I awoke shortly after sunrise, still in Cody's warm embrace. I eased his arm aside, trying not to wake him. As I stepped out of the bedroom, I saw the girls were all up, packing stuff away for the trip home. The smell of freshly brewed coffee snapped me fully awake. I walked over to my purse, fishing out a pack of cigarettes.

"Cody still asleep?" Kelly asked, stuffing the styrofoam cups into one of the overhead cabinets.

"Yeah, like a baby." I mumbled, lighting up my first cigarette of the day.

Liz handed me a cup of coffee, fixing one for herself and Kelly. Heather stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself. She looked at me leaning against the kitchen counter wearing nothing but smile, a cigarette in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other.

"How was your night?" She asked with a coy grin on her beautiful face.

"Fulfilling." I answered, taking a drag off the cigarette. 

Heather sauntered slowly towards me. Stopping a few feet away, she unwrapped the towel, tossing it on the couch. My eyes scanned slowly over her body from her face down to her toes. She had a fantastic figure, beautiful breasts, sculptured waist and curvaceous hips. I wanted to pull her close and kiss her full on the lips but I resisted the temptation.

"Do I meet with your approval?" She asked.

"I'll let you know after I get a taste of you." I answered in my sexiest voice.

Cody came stumbling out of the bedroom, interrupting our moment.

"As soon as I get a shower we better be hitting the road." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Traffic's gonna be a bitch."

"I'll join you." I declared, staring into Heather's captivating blue eyes. "I missed sharing the last shower with someone."

An hour later, we pulled out of the Creekview Campground. We were anxious to get home and get some rest but everyone dreaded the thought of having to wait a whole year before returning to Sturgis. Cody eased the rig through traffic and out onto the interstate. All eyes were looking out the windows, watching motorcyclists traveling in both directions. No one said a word as we cruised along with the flow of traffic.

Two hours later, Cody pulled into a truck stop to fill up the fuel tanks. Since we hadn't eaten, everyone opted to grab a bite of breakfast before getting back on the interstate.  

While we ate, someone brought up the subject of naming the new biker bar. Kelly wanted something that said "biker hangout" without being too cutesy. Names were tossed out at random, only to be rejected for one reason or another. We finally narrowed the selections down to Outlaws, Jokers, Softtails, which sounded like a lesbian bar and Kelly's, which was my idea.

Two biker couples in the booth across the aisle from us overheard out conversation. The liked "Outlaws" over the others so we agreed to adopt the name. It sounded like a biker hangout and the name had pizzazz. Besides, it was Kelly's suggestion so she should have had the pick anyway.

Back on the interstate, Cody stretched out on the couch, watching a movie with his wife and Liz. Heather sat in the front passenger seat while I drove.

"You think you'll ever come back to Regency?" Heather inquired, starting up a conversation. "Your father hasn't filled your position yet."

"For now, I'll say no." I replied. "I don't foresee that ever changing."

"Everyone thought you'd be the one to succeed your father when he retired." She stated.

"So did my father." I asserted. "But I would've had to stay married and I wasn't about to. Gary wants a divorce so he can run off to California with his male lover."

"Besides, I'm enjoying life for a change." I added. "I don't have to set an alarm clock or answer to anyone but myself."

We chatted about the biker bar and what our plans were. Heather brought me up to date on all the goings-on at Regency Investments, going into great detail about Brad Kessler, the personnel manager, getting caught in some sleazy motel with his secretary.

After almost six hours behind the wheel of the motorhome, towing the trailer at well over seventy miles per hour, I was ready for a break. Pulling into a rest area approximately one hour west of Des Moines, I eased the rig into an open parking space among the other RV's and tractor-trailers.

Everyone bailed out to stretch their legs and breathe in some fresh air. My body wasn't as tired as my eyes were. I'd be driving later on that night so I wanted to get some sleep while I had the chance.

The rain, pounding hard on the roof of the motorhome, woke me just as Cody wheeled the coach into a rest area along the interstate. Thunder, off in the distance, rumbled like a rolling boulder. Slipping on my jeans and at tank-top, I went to join the others and see where we were.

"Leave her set Kaitlyn." Cody ordered, climbing out of the driver's seat. "According to the weather forecast, this is a pretty big thunderstorm with strong winds coming out of the south."

"I'll put on a pot of coffee." Liz stated, heading for the coffeemaker. "We may be here for awhile."

"Wonder how many bikers are out there riding in this weather?" Kelly asserted, sounding worried. "They'll be drenched."

"If they can make it this far, they can get shelter at the information center." Heather stated. "At least they'll be in out of the weather."

Lighting up a cigarette, I sat down in the front passenger seat, staring out the windshield. Traffic going in both directions was passing by at greatly reduced speeds. Semis were pulling off the interstate, filling the rest area to capacity as the storm's intensity increased. Everyone was looking out the windows, sipping coffee and watching the rain pour down. I was anxious to get back on the road but not until the rain let up.

"Biketoberfest is the latter part of October." Cody stated out of the blue. "It's down in Daytona Beach. Is anyone interested in going?"

"I'll go if I can get off work." Liz immediately replied. "I haven't been to Florida since I was a kid."

"How about it Kaitlyn?" Kelly inquired. "Think we should take time away from the biker bar to enjoy some sun and sand?"

"Sure, why not." I replied, lighting up another cigarette. "Biketoberfest is only a four day event."

"We'll need to make hotel reservations as soon as possible." Cody affirmed. "There probably won't be a room available within fifty miles of Daytona if we don't."

"I'll call as soon as we get home." Kelly volunteered. "How many rooms do we wanna reserve?"

"Why not get two rooms with two queen-size beds?" Cody suggested. "That way we'll be sure to have enough space for everyone."

Looking over at Heather, sitting by herself on the couch, I noticed she seemed to have distanced herself from the group. She had a worried look on her face. I hoped she wasn't worried about Trey, wondering if he and Rick had made it home safely. 

Walking over to the kitchen area, I fixed us both a cup of coffee.

"Here ya go." I said, handing her a cup and sitting down next to her. 

"You ok?" I questioned. "You're awfully quiet."




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 07



"Yeah. I'm fine." Heather muttered. "Just a little tired."

"You wanna go down to Biketoberfest with us?" I asked. "You're more than welcome to go."

"Oh...I'd go but I don't have any vacation time left." She replied, brushing her long black hair away from her face. "Besides, I don't have a bike of my own to ride. I feel funny having to ride behind someone all the time."

"That's an awful lot of excuses not to go." I kidded, running my fingers through her hair. "Sure I can't change your mind?"

"You really want me to go?" She murmured, leaning closer to me. "I will if you really want me to."

Setting my coffee down, I took Heather's from her hand, placing it next to mine. With the thunder rumbling off in the distance, I eased her face closer to mine, kissing her softly on the lips. She didn't resist my advances as I prolonged the kiss till I had to catch my breath.

"I really want you to go." I whispered.

Heather nodded her head, glancing at the others to see if they were watching us. They were but nobody said a word or made mention of it.

With the storm letting up, traffic started pulling back onto the interstate. Cody, Kelly and Liz drifted off to the bedroom. Heather sat next to meet in the passenger seat as I eased the motorhome up to speed.

"I've had the best time of my life being with you guys." Heather declared with a big smile.

"Maybe the best times are still ahead of us." I suggested. "You never can tell."

To Be Continued...



Two Wheel Desires Ch. 08



It was the late afternoon Sunday when Cody finally wheeled the motorhome into his driveway. The four of us sat in silence for a few moments, quietly celebrating the completion of our trip to Sturgis. We'd already dropped off Liz along with her new trike off at her home in Crawfordsville.

"Let's get everything unloaded." Kelly suggested. "Before we come up with excuses to put it off."

While Cody and I unloaded the four motorcycles, Kelly and Heather cleaned out the motorhome.

"I'm glad we didn't run into Cory when we dropped Liz off." Cody commented. "I'd probably have busted him in the mouth...even though he is my younger brother."

"Get over it Cody." I advised him. "Put in in the past and quit dwelling on it."

"That's the same thing Kelly said." He asserted, rolling his Road King into the garage.

With everything cleaned out, I gave the couple and hug and drove Heather home. It felt strange driving a car after being astride motorcycles all week or behind the wheel of a motorhome. Kelly and I had agreed to take Monday off to recuperate and catch up on household chores. Tuesday, we'd be back at work at the project site.

Arriving at the construction trailer early Tuesday morning, I found none of the contractors had showed up for work. Kelly was busy, shuffling papers, sipping coffee and making phone calls. After fixing myself a cup of coffee, I sat down across from her desk, propped my feet up and lit a cigarette. Kelly gave me a disappointed look as she disconnected from her cell phone call.

"You gonna do anything today besides drink coffee and smoke cigarettes?" Kelly inquired, subduing a smile.

"Why should I?" I replied. "Looks like you're doing it all."

"Well, we've got a problem." She stated. "A serious one."

"Cody's father backed out on loaning us the money to renovate the building." She disclosed. "Cory pumped him full of lies about Cody and me. He even slammed Liz for going to Sturgis with us. Said she was running around on him and turning into a dyke."


"If you don't mind my asking, how much was your father going to loan you?" I asked.

"A hundred and twenty thousand." Kelly answered. "With what Cody and I could lay our hands on that would have give us two-hundred and thirty."

"That wouldn't have covered the renovation." I declared. "I ran the figures yesterday, just to get a rough cost on getting the biker bar up and running. You're looking at almost three-hundred and eighty grand."

"That much?" She exclaimed. "Oh God, now what're we gonna do? Cody'll have a fit when I tell him it's gonna cost that much!"

"Well, let's not worry about the money right now." I suggested. "We need to keep going forward with this project. It's too late to back out now."

Reaching into my attaché, I pulled out a manila folder. Tossing it on her desk, I waited patiently while she read through the documents. It was a detailed plan to complete the biker bar, which we'd decided to call "OUTLAWS". I watched, not saying a word, while Kelly read every word. 

"When? When did you put this all together?" Kelly mumbled. "This is fantastic!"

"While I was driving back from Sturgis." I replied. "That's why I didn't have the radio on. I didn't want to be distracted."

"Is it really going to cost three-hundred and eighty thousand dollars?" She inquired. "Can't we cut the cost down somehow?"

Reaching back into my attaché, I handed her another folder, waiting for her reaction. Her eyes scanned over the figures, growing quite large when she saw the final tally. She pursed her lips, then leaned back in her chair.

"What can we eliminate from your plan?" She asked. "We've got to reduce costs."

"We can't eliminate anything." I answered. "I told you and Cody up front that two-hundred grand probably wouldn't cover everything. You two should have listened to me!"

Rising to my feet, I walked over to the coffeemaker to refill my cup. Standing at the window, I looked out at the three-story building. Cody and Kelly's dream...and mine too...had turned into a nightmare."

"You've already spent a sizeable portion of your hundred and ten-thousand on clean-up and demolition." I stated. "I'm guessing damn near half, figuring in the cost for landfill fees." 

"I know." Kelly mumbled, looking very dismayed. "Maybe we shouldn't have even started this project."

"That's a helluva thing to say!" I scolded her. "I never figured you for the type who'd just give up when things got tough!"

"What am I supposed to do?" She angrily questioned, rising to her feet.

"First, call the demolition contractors and get them over here to finish up." I ordered. "Then, call the two electrical contractors. Their phone numbers are listed on the plan sheet. Tell them we need quotes...and we need them as soon as possible." 

"After that, call all three plumbing contractors." I continued. "Their phone numbers are also listed on the plan sheet. Tell them the same thing about getting quotes."

"How do you expect me to pay for all this?" Kelly inquired, picking up her cell phone.

"Let me worry about that." I responded, grabbing up my purse and attaché. "I'm going out and look for some investment capital."

"I'll be back tomorrow morning, bright and early." I asserted, exiting the construction trailer. "I wanna see a lot of activity going on when I arrive."

Driving back to my apartment, I quickly changed clothes, putting on one of my best tailored business suits. Complimenting my attire with a satin silver blouse, high-heels and appropriate jewelry, I checked my hair and make-up in the mirror before leaving.

Arriving at the Regency Building, I took a deep breath before exiting the car. I wasn't sure if my father would even see me but I had to give it a shot. 

Entering the building, I spotted Evelyn, Regency Investment Group's receptionist. She flashed me a big grin, coming around from behind her workstation to give me a hug.

"I knew the day would come when you'd come back!" She exclaimed, holding me tight against her.

"Well...I'm not here to come back to work." I muttered. "I just need to see my father about a business matter."

"Things ain't been the same since you left Darlin'." She stated, releasing me from her arms. "Things just ain't been the same."

Stepping off the elevator onto the fourth floor, I walked briskly towards my father's office. Claire Williams, my father's secretary, was refilling the paper tray in the copy machine.

"Ms. McConnell! It's good to see you!" She asserted. "Do you want to see your father?"

"Yes. Is he busy?" I asked, stopping at his closed office door.

"He's...not in a very good mood." Claire replied, choking out the words.

Entering my father's office, I expected to see him putting golf balls across the carpet to a putting apparatus. Instead, I found the sturdy figure of a man, sitting in the middle of the floor amidst stacks of papers.

"How the HELL does anyone expect me to make sense out of all these reports?" He shouted, glancing up at me. "I can't tell if we're making money or not."

I just stood there, more surprised than anything, watching him toss papers from one pile to another. His salt and pepper, grey-black hair was slightly mussed from running his fingers through it. 

I realized he hadn't been reviewing financial reports for such a long time that he'd forgotten how to decipher them. It was very amusing but I wasn't about to laugh.

"You just gonna stand there or are you gonna give me a hand?" My father shouted. "I damn sure don't need someone standing over me like a watchdog!"

Kneeling down, facing my father, I started sorting through the papers, placing them out of his reach. I could feel his eyes on me but I wasn't about to look him in the face.

"Your mother used to wear that perfume." He commented in a calm voice. "I can't remember what it's called."

"It's called Intimate." I responded, continuing to sort through all the papers. "I wear it because Mom liked it."

With the reports sorted and stacked, I placed them on my father's desk.

"How did all these reports end up on the floor anyway?" I asked, starting to breeze through the latest ones.

"Hell, I don't know!" Dad replied, sitting at his desk. "Maybe the damn wind blew them off my desk!"

Since the windows were sealed I knew he'd tossed them out of frustration. My father had a quick temper and doing something physical was his way of working it off.

I read through the reports for almost a half hour without saying a word. Dad paced the floor behind me, stopping occasionally to stop and stare out the windows. He frequently turned and stared at me, hoping I'd have something good to say.

"How's your golf game?" I inquired, trying to get his mood calmed down.

"How's my golf game?" He bellowed. "How the HELL do you think it is? I don't get to play except on the weekends. All the damn courses are crowed, even both of my country clubs. My average is up eight strokes AND I broke the shaft on my best number two wood.

"Well, so much for calming him down." I thought.

"Haven't you figured out those numbers yet?" He roared. "Christ, what's taking you so long?"

"Profits are up but only by a percent." I proclaimed. "They should be up at least three points."

"At least the expenses are well under budget." I added. "Course, you're not paying out five grand a week out for a Vice-President's salary."

"Stocks and money market numbers aren't exactly where I'd like to see them." I continued. "You can blame the uncertainty in the stock market for a portion of that."

"So, I can still brag that we're making a profit...right?" Dad surmised, sitting back in his leather chair.

"Yeah, I just wouldn't brag too loud though." I responded.

"Now...you wanna tell me why you stopped by?" He inquired, looking over his glasses at me. "I'm sure it wasn't because you missed seeing me."

"I'm looking for some investment capital." I replied. "Three-hundred thousand dollars to be exact."

"What kind of an investment is it?" Dad asked. "Real estate, warehousing, small manufacturing?"

"No. It's a nightclub of sorts." I answered. "I need the money for renovations."

"A nightclub of sorts?" My father questioned. "Let me guess. I bet it's something to do with motorcycles. Am I right?"

"For the sake of arguing, let's say it is." I responded. "Are you interested in fronting me the money or not?"

"NOPE! Not a damn bit interested!" He exclaimed, getting to his feet. "You wanna toss good money away, use your own. You should have a million or two in the bank. Use that!"

Reaching for my purse, I walked briskly towards the door.

"Come back here and sit down!" My father commanded. "Let's talk a deal."

"What kind of a deal?" I asked, turning around to face him.

"A deal for this investment capital you want." He replied.

I wasn't sure what my father had in mind for cutting me a deal but I couldn't walk away without finding out. Sitting down across from his desk, I waited patiently for him to speak.

"First off, I need some sort of guarantee that I'll recover my investment plus a sizable profit." My father asserted. "In order to insure that guarantee I need to make sure you're going to keep an eye on it."

With that said, I hoped he was finished but I knew he was far from listing his demands.

"Secondly, I want you back here at your old position as Vice-President." He added. "Starting tomorrow! Naturally, I'll reinstate your salary and benefit package. You can even move back into the house on Geist Reservoir if you want."

"Will you agree to that?" Dad inquired. "I'm not budging so don't try to negotiate with me!"

"I'll agree." I muttered, gritting my teeth.

"There's one more thing." He continued. "Also non-negotiable."

"I know there's no way you and that fag husband of yours is ever going to work things out but I need you to promise me something." He asserted. 

"I'm planning on retiring around this time next year." He announced. "I'll be promoting you into my position as President and CEO. It's what I've always wanted."

"I'll expect you to be remarried by then." He proclaimed, putting his hand up to stop me from protesting. "If you're not, I'll find a husband for you. I'm not going to postpone my retirement just because you can't find someone who meets all your requirements." 

"God Lord, I don't even wanna know what those requirements are!" He exclaimed. "They're probably perverse!"

"I hope that's all." I responded. "It sounds like you wanna take control of my life."

"Not really." He argued. "I just want to see you happy, that's all."

"Anything else?" I asked, picking up my purse. 

"Just one." Dad laughed. "See what you can do about these damn reports. I'd take care of them but I've got other things to do, like improving my golf game!"

Leaving my father's office, I thought about the demands my father had coerced me into agreeing to. Going back to my old job didn't bother me. In a way, I was actually looking forward to it. But finding a husband wasn't going to be easy, at least not for me!

Before leaving I sought out Heather to let her know I was coming back to my old position as Vice-President. I found her in the data storage room, filing reports.

"Guess who's back?" I jested, sneaking up behind her.

"Kaitlyn! You! You're coming back?" She shouted.

"Yeah but not until tomorrow." I replied. "Naturally, I'll need you for my secretary."

"Great! I hate all this damn filing!" Heather exclaimed.

"How about I take you to lunch?" I suggested.

"Let me grab my purse and I'll be right with you." Heather responded without being coaxed.

While I waited on Heather to run back to her office, I chatted with Evelyn at her receptionist's station. She was thrilled to learn I was coming back, seeming quite relieved at hearing the news.

I took Heather to a restaurant called the Wharf, one of Indy's best seafood restaurants. We sat out on the terrace, which overlooked the downtown canal. Selecting a bottle of dry white wine, we drank several glasses before ordering lunch. I filled Heather in on the "Outlaws" project while we waited for our food.

"Trey stopped by my office this morning." Heather stated. "He apologized for what happened in Sturgis. He asked if I'd go out with him again."

"What'd you tell him?" I asked, before thinking.

"I told him, hell no!" Heather answered. "He's too much of a player. I don't want a guy like that."

"I'll say one thing for the guy. He was a damn good fuck!" I jested. "Too bad he was such an asshole."

"He told me he never slept with you." Heather disclosed with a laugh. "That bastard! He's not only an asshole, he's a liar too!"

With our food arriving, our conversation turned to other matters. Heather expressed a desire to buy a motorcycle and learn how to ride. Since there was an agency in Noblesville that taught novice riders and helped them get their license endorsements, she could get everything taken care of before the Biketoberfest rally in Florida. 

It was around 12:30pm when we left the Wharf. Having consumed a considerable amount of wine, neither of us was feeling any pain. Glancing over at Heather's long slender legs, I had the urge to reach over and slide my hand up her skirt.

"What saw we take the rest of the day off?" I suggested. "We could go shopping or something?"

"Why don't we go to your place and do some more celebrating?" Heather proposed, smiling.

"Is that you talking or the wine?" I asked, knowing she was quite intoxicated.

"It's me talking." She replied, reaching for my hand. "The wine's just giving me the courage to express myself."

Pulling up in front of my apartment I looked over at Heather, giving her a chance to reconsider celebrating. I could see by the hungry look in her eyes she wasn't.

"You got anymore wine?" She giggled, entering my studio apartment.

"I've got some chilled Sangria in the refrigerator." I responded.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable while I get it?" I suggested, heading towards the kitchen.

Heather walked through the livingroom, turning around and giving me smile before stepping into the bedroom. I was allowing my strong sexual desires for this woman override my better judgment. I hoped I wouldn't someday regret it.

Entering the bedroom, I found Heather sitting up in bed, leaning back against the headboard. She was completely naked with the sheet pulled up to cover her breasts.

"Comfy?" I jested, setting the Sangria and two fluted wine glasses on the nightstand.

"Hmmm...yes." She murmured, reaching out for me.

Our lips meshed in a most passionate kiss. Nothing romantic, it was raw, hardcore, sexual desire. Our lips sucked on each other's, drawing each other deeper into our own perverse cravings. I could feel the heat emanating from Heather's beautiful body. When our lips finally parted, we were both breathless.

"I never thought kissing another woman could be so hot." Heather muttered, her face blush-red. 

"I'm gonna have your body soaking in sweat before I get through with you." I murmured, kissing her cheek.

"Why don't you get undressed while I'll pour us some refreshment?" She suggested as I rose from the bed.

Slipping out of my suit jacket, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. Heather was pouring the Sangria and trying to watch me at the same time. Tossing the blouse on a nearby chair, I worked the zipper down on my skirt. Letting it fall to the floor, I stepped out of it, kicking it aside.

"You look so fucking hot!" Heather commented, taking a sip of the wine.

Unhooking the front clasp on my black, lacy bra, I slipped the straps off my shoulder, letting it fall behind me. I kicked off my black high-heels then put one foot on the bed to remove my thigh-high stockings. Heather was watching my every move, sipping the Sangria. 

Wearing just my black bikini-cut panties, I sauntered slowly to her side of the bed. I sat down next to her, then picked up my wine glass and took a sip.

"How do you like it?" I whispered.

Speechless, Heather just nodded her head, her eyes focused on my bare breasts. We finished the two glasses of wine, placing them back on the nightstand. I refilled both glasses before setting the bottle aside.

"I couldn't drink another drop." Heather muttered. "I've had all I can drink."

"These aren't for drinking." I assured her with a coy smile. "I've got other ideas in mind."

Whisking the sheet to the foot of the bed, I let my eyes leisurely scan over Heather's naked form. Her breasts were perfectly rounded with tanish-brown areolas and large nipples. Gazing momentarily at her flat tummy and cute little bellybutton, my eyes drifted lower to her neatly trimmed pubic mound. The sparse hair was just as black as the hair on her head. I glanced down at her long, slender legs, knowing I would soon have them spread wide apart.

Easing Heather into a lying position, I stretched out beside her. Our bodies were already radiating tremendous heat. I kissed her softly on the lips, holding her chin with the tips of my fingers. She responded with a loving kiss, licking my lips with the tip of her tongue. I nuzzled her neck, placing wet kisses along both sides. She was moaning softly, completely captivated by my oral stimulations.

My hand brushed lightly over one of Heather's breasts. She gasped as my fingertips touched her nipple. It responded immediately, growing erect and hard. My lips trailed down over her breasts, nipping lightly at her soft skin. Heather's eyes were closed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. I tugged gently on one of her nipples with my teeth, bringing a long, loud moan from the girl. Sucking the nipple between my lips, I flicked my tongue over the hardened nub.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!" Heather cried out, grabbing the back of my head.

Heather's body gradually relaxed as I gently massaged her other breast. Flicking the nipple with my fingernail, she arched her body upwards, lifting her breasts to my lips. I sucked on it hard bring her almost to orgasm. Her body quivered in my arms, her inner desires reaching a peak. I waited until Heather's body relaxed before continuing.




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 08



Reaching for a glass of the Sangria, I poured most of it over her upper body, letting it flow over her breasts and tummy, then onto the sheets. Licking the wine off her body had a soothing effect on Heather. She was softly purring, thoroughly enjoying my tongue lapping up the alcohol.

Pouring the rest of the Sangria over her pubic mound, I watched the wine trickling down between her legs, knowing it was saturating the lips of her pussy before dribbling onto the sheets. I kissed her tummy, gradually moving my lips down over her trimmed pubic hair. 

Heather was moaning my name with each breath, begging me to bring her to orgasm. Sliding my hand between her legs, Heather parted them wide, allowing me total access to her hot, little pussy. Licking up and down the swollen folds, I sensed she was nearing another orgasm. Not wanting to taunt her until she was uncomfortable, I sucked hard on her budding clit, flicking wildly at it with my tongue. Heather arched upward, almost throwing me off her body. 

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHH KATEEEEEEEEEEEE!" She screamed aloud. "ARGHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!"

I snaked my tongue inside Heather's wanton pussy, swirling it around to prolong the astonishing orgasm. Her fingernails clawed at my body, scraping my skin. I pressed my lips hard against her pussy, tasting her flowing juices, sucking them into my mouth. Heather's entire body trembled uncontrollably as the orgasm consumed her body. As quickly as it erupted, it faded, dropping her body like a rock. 

Heather's breathing was labored, her face flushed. Positioning myself over her spent form, I waited till her eyes slowly opened. They were glassy and blurred, trying to focus on me hovering over her. A faint smile formed on her face that gradually changed to a grin.

"You ok?" I whispered.

"Yeah." Heather mumbled, nodding her head.

Reaching for the other glass of Sangria, I took a drink, holding it in my mouth. Leaning down, I put my mouth against Heather's, letting the wine trickle from my mouth into hers. Her tongue licked the remains from my lips, savoring the taste.

"Turn over onto your tummy." I commanded after giving her a short time to regain her strength.

"What?" Heather muttered, her eyes growing large.

"Turn over onto your tummy." I reiterated. "I'm not done yet."

Heather rolled onto her tummy, positioning herself in the middle of the bed. I slipped a pillow under the girl to elevate her butt. Picking up the glass of Sangria, I poured it sparingly over her back, watching it trickle down her sides. The last of the wine I poured over her Chinese dragon tattoo and down the crack of her ass, letting it seep into her asshole and swollen pussy.

Starting at her shoulders, I lapped up the wine, sliding my mouth downward towards her shapely butt. My fingers slipped down her crack, massaging her pussy with my fingers and her asshole with my thumb. 

"Ummmmmmm!" Heather moaned. "That feels wonderful!"

Forcing my thumb into her butt, I worked my middle finger into her pussy, stroking both slow and easy. Heather started working with my hand, bucking her hips against my hand as I gradually increased my tempo. She was moaning into the pillow to stifle her voice. I kept fucking my fingers into her ass and her pussy, teasing her clit with my other hand. 

Heather pushed hard against my hand, gripping it with her legs. I felt her warm cum flowing from her pussy, saturating my fingers as another orgasm devoured her body. She convulsed, then went rigid as the sexual gratification robbed her of her remaining strength. I slipped my fingers from her body, massaging the fluids into her ass cheeks.

Heather was breathing hard, gasping for each breath. I rolled the woman onto her back so she could breathe easier. Her body was extremely warm and covered in perspiration. I held her hand, entwining my fingers with hers. She gripped my hand with what little strength she had, pulling me down to her. Sensing she wanted me to comfort her, I put my arms around the girl, pulling her in close to my body.

It was after sunset when I awoke. Heather was sound asleep in my arms, our bodies covered with the sticky residue from the Sangria. Gently waking the woman, I suggested we shower and get cleaned up. Washing Heather's hair, I marveled at the luster of her coal black hair. It took us quite awhile to get the Sangria washed off our bodies but neither of us complained as the warm water invigorated our bodies.

"I wish it could be like this all the time." Heather muttered, kissing me lovingly on the lips. "But we both know that's not going to happen."

"No, I'm afraid it's not." I responded, tossing her a towel. "But that doesn't mean we can't be together occasionally."

"Heather, for you, I'd give up men." She confessed, giving me an adoring look. "I really mean that."

"I can't say that...and you shouldn't be saying it either." I affirmed, drying myself off. "I need a man in my life, a man who can fuck me till I scream...or make love to me until I can't stand to be without him."

"Wow! You really do prefer men, don't you?" Heather exclaimed, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, I do." I proclaimed. "I've always preferred men. It's just that I seem to have a knack for picking the wrong ones."

"Like Trey?" She questioned, blow-drying her hair.

"Yeah, like Trey and my soon-to-be ex." I answered. "It's easy to confuse love with lust."

"So, what was it we just experienced?" Heather inquired, shutting off the blow-dryer. "Was it love or lust?"

"Lust." I replied. "That's all it was...just lust."

Seeing the disappointed look appear on her face, I knew it wasn't the answer she was hoping to hear but I had to be truthful. When it came to affections I wasn't about to toy with anyone, especially someone special.

I dropped Heather off at her car in the deserted parking lot behind the Regency Building. We shared a tender kiss before she exited my car. I sensed she still wasn't happy but I wasn't about to make any kind of commitment to appease her feelings.

Wednesday morning, I arrived at the Outlaws project site shortly after 7:00am. Several pickup trucks were parked near the construction trailer including one I recognized as Cody's. Exiting my car, I could hear the distinct sounds of work being done inside the three-story building. Large trucks to carry off the last of the demolition debris were lined up in the alley.

Stepping inside the construction trailer I found Kelly sitting at her desk, talking on her cell phone. Cody was chatting with the demolition contractor, both of them drinking coffee and staring out at the building. All three of them looked at me, taking note of my business attire.

I fixed myself a cup of coffee, waiting for the contractor to leave so I could meet with Cody and Kelly. He took the hint, making an excuse to check on his men.

"What's with the business suit?" Cody inquired, giving me an approving smile. 

"I'm going back to work at my old job at Regency." I replied. "In fact, I'm starting today."

"I take it that means you're backing out on the partnership?" He concluded, looking somewhat disappointed. "We're going to have to shut down the project?"

"Shut down the project!" Kelly exclaimed, shutting off her cell phone. "What happened?"

"Kaitlyn's going back to work at the Regency Investment Group!" Cody answered before I could say a word. "We don't have any other choice but to shut down the project."

"You didn't have any luck finding any investment capital?" Kelly questioned.

"Let's not jump to conclusions." I responded, lighting up a cigarette.

"First off, I did get the money." I declared. "I made a deal with my father. He's agreed to put up three-hundred thousand dollars as long as I guarantee it plus show him a sizeable profit."

"What's all that mean?" Kelly asked.

"It means I have to go back to my old job plus keep an eye on the project." I replied. "As for the sizeable profit, I figure eight percent should satisfy him. We're not talking several million dollars so I'd consider that sufficient."

"I assume there'll have to be some kind of legal documents drawn up." Cody surmised. "And what about this guarantee you mentioned? What's that mean?"

"I'll have the documents drawn up by the end of the day." I responded. "Basically, I'll have the papers state the investment is a simple loan with interest compounded monthly. Once the money is paid back, Regency Investments will be out of it."

"What if something happens and we default?" Kelly inquired. "Does that mean we could lose everything?"

"Actually...it means I'd have to repay the money." I stammered. "I'd be held responsible."

"Geez! That means your father can't lose!" Cody concluded. "But you could!"

"That's the deal he offered me." I asserted. "I'm willing to go the risk but I'll need something in return. I feel that's only fair."

"How about if we offer you fifty percent of the business?" Cody proposed. "That includes fifty percent ownership of the building."

"Alright but only until the money is paid back with interest." I agreed. "Then I want out. I'll take fifty percent of the profit each month once we open. When the loan is paid off, the profit will be all yours."

"Agreed!" Cody exclaimed, giving me a hug.

Before leaving, I explained to the couple that I'd set up an account to pay the bills and cover the renovation costs. With me controlling the checkbook, I could monitor the expenses, leaving Kelly free to manage the project. All she had to do was follow my plan. If she had a question or a problem came up, she could phone me at work. I'd spend as much time on the project site as I could but I knew it wouldn't be much.

Arriving at work, I spent a few minutes chatting with Evelyn before going up to my fourth floor office. Stopping at the coffee bar before proceeding to my office, I spotted Trey walking down the hallway towards me. He was carrying a box of fluorescent light bulbs and his toolbelt.

"Welcome back!" He stated, walking up to me. "It's good to see you back!"

"It's good to be back." I replied.

Setting his toolbelt on the coffee bar, Trey slipped his hand to my waist, giving it a squeeze.

"Maybe now we can pick up where we left off." He murmured with a smirk.

"That's strike one." I asserted, pushing his hand away. "That's never going to happen."

"What's with you women anyway?" He chided, showing his anger. "You bitches get a good screwin' and you end up treating the guy like shit!"

"That's strike two!" I exclaimed. "Strike three means you ass is out of here and I will have you fired if it comes to that."

"I suggest you get back to work before that happens." I affirmed before walking briskly towards my office.

Heather was sitting at her desk just as I expected. She wasn't filing her nails or primping her hair and make-up though. She was updating files on her computer, pounding away at the keyboard.

"Good Morning!" I said, passing by her desk.

"Morning." She mumbled, barely returning my greeting.

I sensed something was wrong and I wasn't about to blow it off. After setting my purse and attaché next to my desk, I went about booting up my bank of computers. 

"Heather, you wanna step in here a minute?" I asked, standing in my office doorway.

Closing the door behind her, I motioned for her to sit down across from my desk.

"Are you alright?" I questioned, sitting next to her. "Or are you still uncertain where the two of us stand?"

Heather didn't answer either question. She simply clasped her hands together and stared down at the floor.

"I'll take that as a NO answer." I avowed, not know what to say next.

"I've got a project I need you to work on." I stated, deciding to change the subject since she didn't seem in the mood to talk.

Reviewing the details of the firm's investment in "Outlaws" seemed to have a positive effect on her. I could see her face brighten as I assigned her various responsibilities. I was glad to see it take her mind off our personal relationship.

Getting down to work, I contacted our legal department to have the investment documents drawn up for Cody and Kelly to sign. All I had to do was give them the details, then let them tie it up and put a big red bow on it. With that taken care of I reviewed the latest financial reports, the same ones I'd looked at yesterday in my father's office. I wanted to make sure I hadn't overlooked anything.

Around 12:30 my father popped unexpectedly into my office. He was smiling, his facial expression much different than yesterday.

"How about going to lunch with me?" He asked, sitting on the edge of my desk.

"And if I say no?" I replied.

"I never take no for an answer." He laughed, extending his hand. "Come on! Let's go!"

Sitting at a quiet table at Antonio's Restaurant, my father's favorite eatery in Broad Ripple, I sensed he had something on his mind. I hoped it wasn't anything to do with finding me a husband!

"What's the latest on your divorce settlement?" He asked out of the blue.

"Unless his attorney and my attorney agree on terms, we'll end up taking it to court sometime the last of this month." I answered. "Why?"

"Oh, I was just wondering." Dad replied, sipping a beer. 

"I know it's none of my business but what's Gary demanding and what're you offering?" He inquired.

"You're right. It's none of your business so let's leave it at that." I responded. "I don't even want to discuss it."

"That means you're worried." Dad insisted. "You're worried it'll cost you a lot more if the courts settle it rather than settle out of court."

"I just hate thinking about giving him a half million dollars after the way he's treated me over the years." I muttered, fighting back the tears. "He doesn't deserve a dime."

"Get it over with." My father advised. "Give him what he wants before it drives you bonkers!"

"I'll...I'll think about it." I stuttered, regaining my composure.

After lunch, which I barely picked at, the two of us returned to work. I thought about calling my divorce lawyer to see if anything had changed but decided to put it off at the last minute, knowing Gary and his mother weren't going to concede to my offer.

I made it through my first day back but I felt extremely tired. Heading home, I wondered if I'd made the right decision in taking my old position back. It seemed the stress was worse now than it was before I'd resigned. Thoughts of the pending divorce hearing weren't helping matters any.

Thursday morning, I stopped at the renovation site just long enough for Cody and Kelly to sign the investment agreements and drink a cup of coffee. Kelly hadn't received the quotes from the contractors so she was working on the design layouts for each floor.

Sitting at my desk later that morning, I thought about phoning my divorce attorney to see if he'd made any progress with the settlement. It was obvious he hadn't or he would have called me. I'd just have to sit tight, bide my time and wait for the hearing.

On Friday Kelly received the quotes for the electrical and plumbing work we needed to have done so I decided to leave early and meet with her.

Stepping off the elevator at the first floor level I saw Gary, his mother and their attorney walking up the Evelyn at the receptionist's desk. 

"Oh God No!" I thought. "I'm too damn tired to argue with these people!"

Evelyn called me over to the desk, informing me the trio wanted to have an impromptu meeting with me. Without my attorney present their request was totally inappropriate and they knew it. Approaching me at my workplace was tactless. 

"If you want to discuss a settlement, make an appointment with my attorney." I stated. "I'm not budging off my original offer so you'd be wasting your time anyway."

"Miss McConnell, if we take this to court, fifty-thousand dollars will be a drop in the bucket to what you'll lose!" Their attorney proclaimed in a threatening tone. "We'll take half of your net worth!"

"Evelyn! Call Security and have these people escorted out of the building!" I shouted loudly. "Then call the Sheriff's department! I want a report filed and a request for a restraining order against all three of these people!"

"There's no need for that!" Gary's mother spoke up, sounding quite shaken. "We'll leave! We'll leave!"

The trio rushed out the door, walking briskly towards their cars.

"Which Security did you want me to call?" Evelyn laughed. "Social Security or Home Security?"

We didn't have any security personnel on duty but they didn't know it. I'd called their bluff and they fell for it. 

Later, when I contacted my attorney to let him know what had happened, he felt it was a point in our favor. They'd figured I'd buckle under pressure without my attorney present to support me. Now more than ever, I was bound and determined to let the courts handle the matter.

That day came two weeks later. Sitting in the judge's chambers with my attorney, we faced off against my husband Gary, his mother, Gary's lover Gerald and their attorney. It was two against four but I figured I could take down Gary and his lover if things got physical! I was well prepared to answer any questions the judge might ask. I was sure my opponents were equally prepared. I never thought sitting in a room with six people staring at each other without saying a word would be such an uneasy feeling.

When the judge walked in, he was accompanied by his legal clerk. I could feel the heat rising in the room as apprehensions dominated the atmosphere. The judge, a gentleman in his early forties introduced his clerk before sitting down at the head of the table. His clerk, an elderly woman in her sixties, sat behind and off to his right. I thought he'd be wearing judicial robes but he was dressed in a tailored, dark grey suit instead.

The overstuffed file folders in front of him looked worn from being handled. He asked each of us to introduce ourselves for the court records and explain our relationship to the case. Like an idiot and without thinking Gerald introduced himself, rather proudly, as Gary's soulmate. The judge almost laughed out loud when he heard the comment.

"Before I hand down a ruling on the settlement and grant a divorce, I need to know if there is anyway possible you two can make amends and make this marriage work." The judge stated.

Both Gary and I replied with a "NO" answer, shaking our heads.

"Is there anything anyone would like to say before I make my decree?" The judge asked.

Gary's mother spoke up before anyone else had a chance. It totally pissed off the judge but he let her prattle on about how I hadn't taken care of her son's sexual needs and he'd turned to another man for comfort. The judge wasn't buying a word of it, quickly growing tired of her demeanor.

Gary's divorce attorney spoke up next, reviewing income and tax figures on both Gary and myself. 

"Before you talk yourself hoarse, I've got all that information right here in these folders." The judge asserted, interrupting him. "I've read through them several times. I don't need you telling me what they say."

"I'd like to say something." Gerald spoke up, rising to his feet. "I feel it's..."

"Whoa there!" The judge exclaimed. "You have no direct bearing on this settlement hearing and quite frankly I don't care what you feel. Sit down and be quiet or leave my chambers!"

The room grew quiet as the judge waited for someone else to speak. Looking at Gary, he could see he wasn't going to utter a word for himself.

"Ms. McConnell, would you like to say something?" The judge asked, looking my way.

"I don't have anything." I muttered. "I just want to get this over with."

My attorney had warned me against saying anything derogatory that might damage my case. I didn't expect him to bring up the matter about the impromptu visit by the trio to negotiate a settlement without legal representation. Asking Gary's attorney if the accusation was true, he reprimanded the lawyer for improper conduct, threatening to report him to the bar.




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Clearly upset, he excused himself and left the room. All I could think of was getting through this and getting outside where I could breathe fresh air.

The judge eventually returned, walking directly to his chair. His face was expressionless, not looking directly at anyone. He waited a few moments before speaking.

"Reading through all these financial documents, I noticed that at no time during this marriage did the two of you ever file a joint tax return." The judged stated. "Would one of you care to explain the reasoning behind that?"

"Yes, your Honor." Gary's attorney spoke up. "Since Mrs. McConnell made four to five times what my client made, he filed his own tax return to stay in a lower tax bracket."

"But he did share in the combined wealth, I take it?" The judge surmised. "Am I correct on assuming that?"

"Yeah...yes, your Honor." Gary mumbled.

The judge inquired about the two of us living in a waterfront home on Geist Reservoir, asking which of us was responsible for it. Since it was one of my perks, I had to give him full disclosure about the arrangement. I tried to make it brief since he seemed to already know everything I was going to say ahead of time.

Next he asked about the fifty-thousand dollar cash settlement I'd offered Gary along with allowing him to keep his Land Rover and the bank accounts in his name. I admitted I'd made the offer, seeing he already knew the details. I was getting worried, thinking my personal bank accounts were about to be drained.

With the judge leaning back in his chair I sensed the moment of truth was about to be revealed. I glanced over at the legal clerk, seeing her poised to record his decision.

"I'm granting the divorce, effective this date, with the following stipulations." He stated, looking at both Gary and me. "The personal property of Gary McConnell shall remain his including the Land Rover. This is also to include the personal bank accounts listed solely in his name."

There was a hesitation and then a bombshell, like the calm before the storm.

"That's all I have to say." The judge affirmed, pushing his chair back. "These proceedings are closed."

"What about my son's money?" Gary's mother screamed, slamming her hand down on the table.

"Ma'am, don't ever do that again or I'll hold you in contempt of court!" The judge threatened. "Your son got more than he deserved. He should count himself lucky."

My attorney and I waited until everyone left the room. I looked straight ahead, staring at a faded painting of George Washington hanging on the wall.

"Well...you're finally a free woman." My attorney stated in a barely audible voice. "It paid off not negotiating with them."

"Send me your bill as soon as possible, will ya?" I requested, glancing at him. "I wanna get this whole ordeal wrapped up and put to rest."

Walking out of the courthouse, I took in a long deep breath. The fresh air felt wonderful. Lighting up a cigarette, I made a dash for my car. A small crowd had formed around the back of Gary's Land Rover. Approaching the scene cautiously I saw my now ex-husband lying on the ground with his nose and mouth bleeding. It was obvious ole' Gerald had decked him.

"You did this!" Gary's mother screamed, seeing me standing in the crowd.

"If I'd done anything, it'd be his asshole that was bleeding!" I shouted back.

To Be Continued...



Two Wheel Desires Ch. 09



Leaving Gary lying in the courthouse parking lot with his mother hovering over him, I drove back to my apartment for peace and solitude. 

I should have felt happiness but instead, I felt just the opposite. Seeking a way to rid myself of the deep depression, I drank the only bottle of Scotch I had, downing it straight from the bottle. It relieved my tensions but not much else. Taking a few aspirins, I stretched out on the bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

The phone rang a few times during the evening but I didn't bother to answer it, knowing it had to be someone asking how the divorce hearing went. That was the last thing I wanted to discuss with anyone.

It was around midnight when I awoke to the sounds of thunder and rain. Strolling out to the patio doors, I looked out at the lake. The rain streamed down the glass, blurring my view but I stood there, looking out anyway. I felt alone, a feeling I always hated. The ringing of the telephone startled me for a moment but I hesitated to answer it. At this late hour it had to be a wrong number. I listened to it ring, hoping each one would be the last.

Going back to bed, I tried to sleep but all I did was toss and turn. With no one to cuddle up with, the feeling of loneliness consumed my thoughts. I thought about calling Kelly and asking her if I could borrow her husband for the night. I wanted a warm body to hold me, not for anything else. Realizing how ridiculous it sounded, I put it out of my thoughts. Somehow I managed to fall asleep, listening to the storm pass towards the east.

I awoke around 7:30 Saturday morning. I didn't hear it raining but I wanted to make sure. Rushing to the patio doors, I saw the morning sun breaking through the clouds. It looked like a good day for riding. Slipping into the shower, my mind mulled over various places to ride. It really didn't matter as long as I was out riding.

While I was getting dressed, the phone rang. At first, I thought about ignoring it but it continued to ring incessantly. I decided to answer it, if for no better reason than to get it to stop ringing.

"What're you wearing?" My father inquired.

"Believe me, you don't wanna know." I replied, wearing just my bra and panties.

"Ok. I won't pursue that any further." Dad jested with a laugh.

"How about joining me for a day of golfing?" He inquired. "Before you say no or come up with some bullshit excuse, I just thought we could spend the day together."

"Well...I was planning on going out riding today." I stammered, trying to turn his invitation down without getting him upset.

"Oh...well...perhaps another time." He responded, sounding disappointed.

"What course are you going to play?" I asked, having second thoughts.

"Pebble Creek." My father replied. "I haven't played there for awhile. I used to shoot par for thirty-six holes."

"How about I meet you there?" I suggested. "I won't play but I'll drive the golf cart and try not to laugh out loud."

"Wonderful!" Dad exclaimed. "I'll meet you there in an hour!"

With my plans suddenly changing so did my wardrobe for the day. Instead of leather riding gear I wore black dress slacks and a frilly white blouse with high-heels. Granted it wasn't what you'd wear to play golf but I wasn't planning on playing. Being my father's golf cart chauffeur, I wanted to look nice for him.

Arriving at the golf course, I drove slowly through the parking lot, looking for my father's Hummer. The "Black Beast" as I called it was easy to spot amongst the other vehicles since it sat high above the ground. He'd spent several thousand dollars having his Hummer tricked out at one of the local performance shops. I figured it was to impress his golf buddies more than anything. At least that's what I accused him of.

Spotting my father standing with a group of his friends near the first tee, I strolled out across the lawn towards them. Dad put his arm around my waist, squeezing me into him. 

"Gentleman, this is my daughter, Kaitlyn!" He announced, sounding proud of the fact. "She'll be joining us so she can watch me whip your butts!"

Dad introduced me to the other members of his foursome. All were about the same age range as my father, in their mid-fifties. I couldn't remember their names but I remember two of them were prominent physicians and the other was an advertising executive from Chicago.

The foursome teed off, driving their balls straight down the fairway. I didn't laugh like I thought I would, seeing they looked like they knew how to play. Sitting behind the wheel of my father's golf cart, I sped off across the manicured grass. I was waiting for my father to inquire about the divorce settlement but he jabbered on about the new golf balls he was trying out. I'll have to admit, I was enjoying myself even though I wasn't out riding one of my motorcycles. The air, smelling of freshly mowed grass, was an added bonus.

The foursome had just finished playing the fifth hole when someone suggested we take a break for some liquid refreshment. A large cooler, strapped to the back of one of the golf carts, had cold beer iced down. I wasn't all the thirsty for beer so I split one with my dad.

"So, you're a single woman, I take it?" Dad questioned, after getting me off to the side.

"Yeah. It's over." I muttered. "Gary didn't get a dime except what was his."

"That was a helluva gamble." He declared. "It could have gone the other way."

"Everything's a gamble." I proclaimed. "Sometimes you eat the bear, sometimes the bear eats you."

The foursome played eighteen holes before breaking for lunch at the clubhouse. The men made over me like I was some sort of guest of honor. I figured it was all the beer they'd been drinking so I didn't think much about it. Still, I did enjoy their attentions.

My father wanted to play another eighteen holes but none of the other gentlemen seemed to have the energy for it. I think they were just tired of losing to my father but they wouldn't admit it.

"How about you Kaitlyn, you wanna call it a day?" Dad asked, hoping I'd say no.

"Not really." I answered. "I don't mind driving if you wanna play another round or two."

"Great!" He exclaimed with a grin. "I was hoping you'd say that!"

About to tee off on the first hole, two guys approached us, asking if they could join us since they'd never played the course. Seeing they were quite young, both in their mid-twenties and novices to the course, my father just had to engage them in a friendly wager! 

I didn't catch their names but their looks I took great notice of. Both guys were extremely handsome with fairly athletic builds. While one of them had short, light brown hair, the other had slightly longer dark hair with gel grooming agent in it. Both were neatly dressed in Docker dress slacks. The short haired guy was wearing a tan polo shirt, the other, a light blue dress shirt.

My father teed off first, driving his ball halfway to the moon. Both young men stood with their mouths open, then looked at each other like they'd been duped. Neither of them were very good golfers, topping the ball or missing short putts but they seemed to be having a good time.

"I'm not doing worth a damn today!" The dark haired guy grumbled approaching my golf cart. "I've never play this bad!"

"Perhaps you need to keep your eyes on the ball?" I suggested, looking over the top of my gradient tint glasses. "Instead of looking at me!"

"I was hoping you hadn't noticed that." He blushed.

"Ohhhh...I noticed." I muttered flirtatiously, looking away from him.

"I'm Brock Townsend." He stated, extending his right hand. "Sales rep for Barton Pharmaceuticals."

"I'm Kaitlyn McConnell." I responded, clasping his hand. "Vice-President of the Regency Investment Group."

"Oh." He muttered, quickly releasing my hand.

"That bothers you, I take it?" I surmised, stunned by his reaction.

"Ah...no. It's just..." He stammered, not knowing what to say

"That's alright." I spoke up, controlling my anger. "I get that reaction once in awhile."

The guy walked away but I sensed he'd be back to apologize. He just seemed like the type who couldn't live with himself if he didn't.

Finishing the ninth hole, Brock had yet to approach me but I noticed him glancing at me whenever he got the chance. My father suggested they join us for a drink at the clubhouse. He offered to buy since he'd taken both men for fifty dollars. They eagerly agreed, getting over their embarrassment rather quickly.

Sitting out on the clubhouse patio, we drank cold beer and watched the other golfers. My father was chatting with the short haired guy, something about the golf balls he was playing with. Brock was looking out over the course, avoiding a conversation with me.

"Well Dad, I've got to be going." I affirmed, rising to my feet. "I'll see you Monday."

"Ok Hon." Dad responded, barely interrupting his ongoing conversation.

I leaned down, putting my arm around Brock's shoulders. My actions caught him totally off-guard.

"And as for you Lover!" I whispered in his ear. "I hope you fuck better than you play golf!"

I walked away, hurriedly striding, hoping he'd follow. I didn't have to look back. Hearing Brock's sneakers running over the brick pavers, I knew he was catching up with me. He slipped his hand around my waist, lightly at first, to get my reaction and see if I was serious.

"I'll drive." I asserted, retrieving my car keys from my purse. "You'll need to conserve your strength."

"Are you always so bossy?" Brock asked as I sped out of the parking lot.

"Sometimes...sometimes not." I replied with a smirk. "Does that bother you?"

"Let's just say I'm the one who's in control when it comes to sex." He replied. "So I want you to be prepared."

Arriving at my apartment I had my blouse partially unbuttoned before I reached the door. Brock was right on my ass, pushing the door open as soon as I had it unlocked. I made a beeline for the bedroom, unfastening the last of the buttons. I could feel Brock's hot breath on my neck.

Tossing the blouse to the floor, I worked feverishly at the zipper on my dress slacks. Brock was out of his sport shirt and Dockers, leaving them in a pile by the doorway. Kicking my high-heels off, my slacks quickly followed. Reaching for the clasp at the front of my bra, Brock wasn't about to wait.

I found myself flat on my back, lying diagonally across the bed. Brock pressed his lips to mine; kissing me like no man had ever kissed me before. I felt myself succumbing to his desires as our lips worked over each other's. We were both gasping for breathe when we broke our kiss. Brock's heated breath wafted over my face but just an instant. We kissed again, this time much softer but just as passionate. We were like two animals trying to devour each other, savoring the taste of our kiss.

Our bodies quickly warmed to the point of perspiring. Our lips parted for another quick gasp of air. Lifting himself off me, Brock unhooked the clasp on my bra, slowly spreading the cups apart. His hands gently massaged my breasts, watching my nipples growing hard and erect as he stimulated me. His breathing seemed more labored than ever. My hands brushed over his arms as he continued working my breasts. Leaning down he suckled gently on each nipple bringing an immediate gasp of from my lips. Grabbing the back of his head with both hands, I arched my back, crushing my breasts to his handsome face. At that moment, I never wanted any man more than I wanted Brock 

His moist lips kissed down over my tummy, stabbing at my bellybutton with his tongue. Sweat was dripping off his forehead onto my tummy as his mouth reached the elastic waistband of my panties. I lifted my hips to allow Brock to wisp my panties off. Lying completely naked before him, I watched as his eyes took in every inch of my perspiring form. 

Brock's fingertips traced lightly down my legs, provoking me into spreading my legs. His touch was gentle and soothing but it was driving me crazy with desire, filling my mind with lustful thoughts. His lips kissed slowly up my thighs, getting closer and closer to my pussy. My juices were flowing, dampening the entrance to my pussy. His tongue licked lightly over them, sending electrical spikes up my back. 

"Ohhhhhhh Brockkkkkk, fuckkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeee." I moaned over and over

His lips continued teasing me, taunting my sexual desires until I screamed out. The orgasm jolted my entire body, trapping his head between my paralyzed legs. Quivering and shaking uncontrollably, I tried to roll onto my side but Brock's strength was more than I could match. He held me tight, teasing my clit to keep the orgasm ongoing. It knocked me out for a few moments. All I could see was black, then blurred sunlight. I was breathing so hard, my lungs hurt with each gasp.

I felt the bed move when he climbed off to remove his white cotton briefs. Brock hovered over me, waiting until my eyes could focus on him. Leaning down he kissed me lovingly, brushing his lips lightly over mine. 

"Oh God...I want you sooooo bad!" I muttered.

Brock eased my legs apart, positioning himself between them. His cock was long and thick, poised to impale my wanton pussy. He guided the mushroom-shaped head to the folds of my pussy, parting them. The juices, flowing from my pussy, lubricated the head, allowing him to slide it deeper and deeper inside me. I was flushed with desire, feeling his beautiful cock sheathed deep inside my pussy.

Fully impaled on his cock, Brock fucked me slow and easy several times before pulling me up into his arms. My ankles locked around his waist, my breasts crushed against his near hairless chest as we rocked back and forth. We held each other close, savoring the sexual stimulations we generated for one another. Small but frequent orgasms gradually sapped my strength. My hands were steadily losing their grasp on my lover. My clit was sore from having Brock rub the shaft of his cock over it. 

Sensing I'd had enough, Brock repositioned me on my back. Thrusting in and out of me, I took pleasure with every stroke as his tempo increased until he was slamming into me. Brock was gritting his teeth to prolong the experience as long as possible. My orgasm was rising faster than I could fight it back.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" I screamed out, clawing his shoulders. "BROCKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

Thick jets of hot cum flooded into my pussy, mixing with my juices. Brock kept pumping into me, sweat dripping off his chest onto mine with each labored stroke. He froze for just an instant, then collapsed, pinning me to the bed. His breaths came in long, deep gasps for several minutes.

Brock finally managed to roll himself off me. His eyes were glazed, staring up at the ceiling. Our bodies were covered in sweat, the sheets absorbing the perspiration along with our cum.

"Give me a few minutes and we'll go at it again!" He laughed, turning to face me.

Even though I had a smart-ass remark to counter with, I didn't make it. It would have only ruined the feelings I was experiencing.

Brock's hand glided over the sheets, grasping mine. He entwined our fingers like he was never letting go. I was dying for something cold to drink...and a cigarette but I wasn't about to give up the intimate feelings we were sharing.

Minutes passed with neither of us moving a muscle or saying a word. We just lay there, staring up at the ceiling. The air conditioner gradually cooled our bodies, reviving some of our energy. 

I was about to drift off to sleep when Brock rolled onto his side. Placing his lips over mine, we shared a prolonged, intimate kiss.

"How about something cold to drink?" I suggested, wanting to quench my parched throat.

"Sounds good!" Brock replied. "Anything but beer!"

Following me out to the kitchen, we shared a soft drink. Brock lifted the back of my short robe, checking out my tribal graphics tattoo at the small of my back.

"Bet that had to hurt." He commented, running his hand lightly over it.

"Yeah but not as bad as the tattoo on my ankle." I responded, lifting my left foot up so he could see it better.

"You're big into tattoos? Brock asked.

"No. These two are all I'm gonna get." I answered. "That's enough." 

Lighting up a cigarette, we returned to the bedroom. I wasn't sure if Brock wanted to leave or not. He was picking up his clothes, searching for his briefs. Finding them, he tossed his clothes onto a chair. 

"You wanna grab a shower?" I asked, relieved that he wanted to stay.

"If you'll take one with me?" He responded with a grin.

Stubbing out my cigarette, we rushed into the bathroom. Brock adjusted the spray and the temperature while I put out some fresh towels and washcloths. Soaping up washcloths, we took our time washing each other. Brook's hands gently massaged my body, spreading the soap over every inch of my warm flesh. The smile on his face led me to believe he was enjoying it as much as having sex. I washed his athletic frame, thoroughly soaping his body.

Pulling me into his arms, we kissed passionately until our lips hurt. Holding each other tight, we stood under the warm spray, taking pleasure in sharing our body warmth. Quickly rinsing off, we stepped out of the shower to dry ourselves. 

Brock's dick was growing hard. He tried using the bathtowel to cover his arousal but he wasn't having much luck. Reaching over, I snatched the towel from his hand, tossing it on the vanity.

"You seem to have a problem." I quipped, taking his cock in my hand, teasing the sensitive head with my fingernails. "I better get to work on it."

"Hmmm. Whatcha got in mind?" Brock asked, smirking.

"How about I suck the life out of it?" I murmured in a sexy tone of voice. "I'd love to find out what you taste like."

"Really!" Brock exclaimed, looking quite stunned.

We made a hasty retreat back to the bedroom. Brock was harder than ever, his cock protruding proudly from his groin. Lying on his back, his head resting comfortably on a pillow, I stroked his shaft, my fingertips tracing lightly over his throbbing flesh. He was succumbing to my stimulations, gritting his teeth, his entire body tensed. I had an inkling he'd never had a blowjob. If he hadn't, I was going to make sure his first one was most memorable.

Tightening my grip around the base of his beautiful cock, I lowered my mouth slowly to the mushroom-shaped head. Brock was watching me intently, his eyes growing large. I stuck my tongue out, licking all around the head of his cock, covering it with my heavy saliva.

"OHHHHH GODDDDD!" Brock moaned, his body shuddering. "GEEZZZZZZZ!

I glanced up at Brock, giving him a malicious grin. Sliding my mouth slowly down his hot shaft, I took as much of it as I could, feeling the head hit the back of my throat. Brock's body arched uncontrollably. I gradually pulled my mouth back, lubricating his shaft with my thick saliva. Brock relaxed but only for a second. I plunged my mouth downward, engulfing his cock until my lips touched my hand, still grasping his shaft.

"OHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Brock moaned aloud. "GODDDDDDDDD!"

I kept plunging my mouth up and down on his cock until I felt he was nearing a climax. Pulling my mouth off his cock. I massaged his balls, feeling the warmth permeating into my hand. I let his body calm down, waiting until his breathing was less labored. I massaged his legs, easing the tense muscles in his thighs. Brock was watching my every move, his eyes looking at my face, then at my hands.

Leaning over him, I dribble a huge glob of saliva from my mouth. It landed directly on the head of his cock, slowly running down his shaft. His eyes grew wider when I slammed my mouth down hard on his cock, sucking his shaft as hard as I could.

"KATEEEEEEEEEEEE! FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Brock cried out.

Tightening my grip at the base of his cock, I pumped his hard shaft with my mouth until he begged me to stop. His balls exploded their nectar, spewing warm cum down my throat until I choked. 




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Brock arched his body upward, almost throwing me off him. I gasped a deep breath without pulling my mouth off his cock. His balls kept shooting streams of hot cum into my mouth like he was never going to stop. I kept milking him, stroking his shaft for every last drop. Brock grabbed for me but I pushed his hand away. 

He suddenly collapsed on the bed, his body sapped of all its strength. I made a show out of licking his cock clean, making it glisten with my saliva. His eyes focused on my face, watching my tongue flash back and forth over my lips.

"Hmmm. Just as I thought." I murmured with a grin. "You taste absolutely wonderful!"

Brock gave me a sheepish smile, motioning me to come closer. I kissed him softly on the lips, slithering my tongue into his mouth. Rubbing his chest, I gradually calmed his labored breathing, feeling the tensions fade from his taut form.

Brock cradled me in his arms, pulling me snugly against him. His body was extremely hot, warming my body and comforting my desires. We drifted off, catching an hour-long nap.

I awoke to Brock's gently shaking my body. He'd cleaned himself up and was getting dressed, sitting on the side of the bed.

"How about we go out for dinner?" He suggested, giving me a kiss. "I need to rebuild my energy."

Slipping into a fresh change of clothes, we drove down to Broad Ripple for a bite to eat. It was still early so finding a table at one of the trendy restaurants wasn't a problem. Up until now, we hadn't really taken the time to learn much about each other. I was curious to find out more about Brock and I had a feeling he wanted to know about the woman he'd been expending his sexual energy with.

"I take it you're not married?" He asked, trying to be subtle. "But I see you're still wearing your wedding rings."

"Divorced." I replied, glancing at my ring finger. "Officially as of yesterday, unofficially for years."

"Widowed." Brock muttered. "Just in case you were wondering."

"Your wife died?" I questioned, blurting it out.

"Yeah." He responded, looking down at his bare ring finger. "She was killed by a hit and run driver a little over a year and a half ago."

I was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say, not knowing if I should comfort him or change the subject.

"Do you have any children?" I asked, the question popping into my head.

"Two girls...twins...eight years old." He answered, a smile quickly forming on his handsome face. "You?"

"Oh...no." I stammered. "Gary and I never had any children."

"You never wanted to be a mother?" Brock inquired, sounding surprised.

"I'm not really sure." I replied. "My ex sure as hell never wanted to become a father! I know that!"

"Casey and Cassandra are all I have." He muttered, pulling his wallet out.

He showed me their school pictures, telling me about each one, how different they were and how much alike they were. They looked a lot like their father, sensing they were "daddy's girls".

"They're spending the weekend at Karen's parents." He stated. "They've got a nice home with a swimming pool. In a way, it sort of keeps them in touch with their mother."

"It must be hard on them not having a mother." I surmised, putting my hand over his.

"Luckily I talked my sister into moving in with us." He stated, clasping my fingers. "Her husbands in the military, overseas. It helps having her there, especially when the girls get depressed."

"What about you?" I asked. "How are you handling it?"

"Oh...I'm doing alright." He choked, trying to cover his true feelings. "Even though Karen's gone...I still love her."

I felt he wanted to talk about his deceased wife so I listen while he reminisced about their time together. I sensed their marriage wasn't perfect but they made the best of it, especially for the sake of the kids. 

He was renting a home north of Greenfield, a growing community about twenty miles east of Indianapolis. He was planning on buying it if the owner decided to put it on the market. I knew the schools were good, getting high marks from the state.

He never mentioned his age but I figured with eight year old children, he had to be close to thirty and not in his mid-twenties like I originally thought. He didn't look that age but he had to be.

"What about you?" He inquired, interrupting my thoughts. "Tell me all about Kaitlyn McConnell. I'd like to know everything."

"There's not really much to tell." I asserted, figuring it best if I kept much of my private life to myself. "I'm thirty-two, divorced and I work at the Regency Investment Group."

"I know that!" Brock laughed, squeezing my hand. "Tell me about the real person hiding inside you."

"Well...I...I like riding motorcycles." I stammered. "I ride whenever..."

"Motorcycles!" Brock exclaimed, sounding quite stunned. "You're kidding!"

"No. Not a bit." I replied. "In fact I just bought two more while I was in Sturgis."

"Sturgis!" He shouted. "Is it like they say it is? Are there really as many riders as they say? Is that where you got your tattoos?"

"Whoa! Whoa!" I exclaimed. "One question at a time!"

I told him about going to Sturgis, the trip out and the trip back. Naturally, I left out all the sexual antics our group engaged in but I did mention the riding, the sights and the drinking. He seemed totally engrossed with everything I said, asking question after question.

"Sounds like you had a great time!" Brock surmised. "I can just picture you riding a chopper!"

As the evening progressed we continued breaking the conversation barrier. Brock opened himself up to me but I sensed he was concealing his grief, still mourning the passing of his wife. I decided it best to let him divulge just what he wanted to rather than ask questions. We strolled amongst the craft shops and specialty stores in Broad Ripple until well after sunset.

"Well, I guess I should be getting back to my car." He stated. "I better get home before my sister thinks something's happened to me."

Returning to my car, I drove back to the golf course, taking my time, driving slowly. Pulling into the parking lot, Brock's car was the only one there. It had been a very good day, for me and for Brock. I didn't want to see it end, fearing I might not see him again.

Pulling up behind his car, Brock leaned over and kissed me. Our lips meshed softly, prolonging our last moments together. 

"Would you like me to call you sometime?" He asked when our lips finally parted. "Maybe we could have dinner sometime?"

"Yeah...sure." I stuttered, fumbling through my purse for a business card. "I'll give you my number."

Brock jotted his down on a piece of notepaper, not having his business cards with him. 

"I'll give you my cell phone and my home phone numbers." He mumbled, writing down both.

We shared another kiss before he reluctantly got out of my car.

"Do something!" I thought to myself. "Say something! Don't let him just drive off!"

"Brock! I don't want you to leave." I stated, grasping his hand. "Stay with me through the weekend!"

"OK! Brock exclaimed, beaming a big smile. "I'll follow you home."

Returning to my apartment, Brock called his sister to let her know he was staying in Indianapolis and that he would return sometime Sunday evening. He was trying his best to keep from laughing out as I unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt. We made love several times before the sun rose the following morning, expending all of our sexual energy. 

Sleeping till late morning, I awoke snuggled warmly in Brock's arms. He'd been awake for some time but hadn't gotten out of bed. 

"How about I fix us some breakfast?" Brock suggested. "I'm hungry as hell!"

"Sounds great!" I responded, even though coffee and plenty of it was all I wanted. "I'm gonna run through the shower."

Strolling into the kitchen, I tightened the belt around my terrycloth robe. I couldn't remember when my kitchen last smelled of food cooking. I wasn't much of a cook, relying on fast food restaurants and frozen entrees to keep me fed. Brock, on the other hand, was quite a hand at preparing food. It wasn't like me to eat anything for breakfast but I found myself enjoying everything he put on the table. Afterwards, Brock cleaned up the kitchen while I got dressed.

We spent the afternoon at Victory Field, watching the Indianapolis Indians beat the Louisville Cardinals, scoring the winning run in the last inning. It was the first baseball game I'd ever attended but I hoped it wouldn't be my last.

We stopped for dinner, downtown, before returning to my apartment. The day was rapidly coming to an end, knowing Brock was going to have to leave to pick up his children.

"It's been a heck of a weekend." Brock muttered, holding me in his arms. "I'd give anything not to see it end."

"There'll be other weekends." I asserted, kissing him affectionately. 

"I don't think I can wait that long." He murmured. "Maybe we could get together for lunch one day next week. I often pass through Indianapolis during the day."

"Well, why don't you give me a call on your cell phone?" I proposed. "I can get away just about anytime I want. I could meet you somewhere."

I walked Brock out to his car, sharing one last kiss before he left. That night, I slept better than I had in a long time. Maybe it was all the sex I'd engaged in during the weekend or maybe it was thinking I might have found the man I couldn't live without. Maybe it was both!

Arriving at work Monday morning, I was looking forward to a good day. Evelyn and I had a brief conversation about her granddaughter going off to college at Michigan State. She seemed quite proud of the girl, bragging about her SAT scores.

After grabbing a fresh cup of coffee at the fourth floor coffee bar, I headed towards my office. 

"YIKES!" I exclaimed, when I saw Heather sitting at her desk. "What the hell happened to you?"

"You think it's too short?" She inquired, primping her short black hair. "It doesn't look to masculine, does it?"

"Whatta you call that, the Fonz?" I laughed. "Why'd you get your hair cut so short?"

"I didn't want it blowing all over when I was out riding." Heather replied. "The bandanas I bought just weren't keeping it from blowing all over the place so I got it cut.

Heather, having completed her motorcycle training course and gotten her endorsement, had purchased a new Harley-Davidson Dyna Low Rider at Richert's in Kokomo. She was becoming quite an accomplished rider. 

"So, how'd the divorce hearing go?" Heather asked, following me into my office. "I tried calling you several times Friday evening."

"Well...I'm single AND my ex didn't get any of my money." I replied. "He didn't even get the fifty grand I originally offered him."

"Woohoo! That's great!" Heather exclaimed. 

"I mean...I'm sorry that your marriage didn't work out." She quickly added, thinking it was wrong of her to be so celebratory. "But I'm sure it was for the best. You'll find somebody else! I just know you will!"

"I'm sure I will too." I agreed, booting up my computers. "It's just a matter of time."

I wasn't ready to tell anybody about Brock, not knowing where or even if our relationship was going anywhere. I hoped it was but having been disappointed so many times in my life, I wasn't banking on it. Brock Townsend seemed too good to be true. 

Attending the Monday morning manager's meeting with my father, I kept waiting for my cell phone to ring but it didn't. I wasn't worried, just a little disappointed that Brock hadn't called. After the meeting, Dad and I discussed several investments we were thinking of putting money into. Dad was putting golf balls, rarely missing his golf apparatus, while I did most of the talking.. 

"Hot Damn!" He exclaimed, grinning. "My games coming back! I may just turn pro when I retire. Maybe I'll hit the Amateur's Tour."

"We need to discuss selling the house out on Geist Reservoir." I proposed. "The last time I had it appraised, they gave me a three point six million dollar evaluation."

"You think we should unload it?" Dad inquired, wiping off the putter's club head with a soft cloth. "I thought maybe you'd move back there. Especially since you're going to have to get married again."

"You sure you wouldn't mind?" I asked, considering the idea. "It's awfully big for just one...or two people."

"What about kids?" My father questioned. "You're still young enough to have children. The house would be perfect for a family. Best schools in the state, lowest crime rate, plenty of medical facilities and gobs of shopping. What more could anyone want?"

"Now you've got me having kids." I laughed. "What else have you got planned for me?"

"That's it for now." Dad answered, putting the putter back in his golf bag. "But I'm sure I'll think of something."

I stepped outside for a quick cigarette before returning to my office. I spotted Trey Morgan working on some exterior lighting fixtures. I braced myself for a confrontation with him, if it came to it but he chose to keep a safe distance from me.

"Any phone calls?" I asked, passing by Heather's desk on the way to my office.

"No. Where you expecting one?" She asked, barely looking up from her computer monitor. 

"Ah...no." I replied. "Not really."

Sitting down at my desk, I started reviewing the latest expense reports.

"So...who's this Brock Townsend guy?" Heather inquired with a smirk, standing in the doorway.

"What?" I exclaimed. "Did he call? What'd he say?"

"You answer my question first." She laughed. "Is he as nice as he sounds on the phone?"

"Heather, what did he say?" I shouted, allowing my excitement to show. "Is he gonna call back?"

"Geez!" Heather exclaimed. "He asked for you but I told him you were tied up in meetings. And yes, he said he'd call back but it would probably be later this afternoon."

I leaned back in my chair, disappointed that I'd missed his call but thrilled that he'd attempted to get in touch with me.

"Ok! So?" Heather questioned. "Tell me all about him. And don't leave out any of the good stuff!" 

I related how the two of us had met at Pebble Creek and how we didn't quite hit it off at first. She laughed when I told her about making the comment to him "I hope you fuck better than you play golf". She was shocked when I told her about him being a widower with two young children.

"What if he starts getting serious?" She asked. "Have you thought about that? It's gonna be hard to let him down without hurting his feelings."

"I don't know if it's going to get serious or not." I replied. "But if it does, I'm not going to let him down."

"You're kidding!" Heather exclaimed. "You've really fallen for this guy?"

I couldn't admit it but I couldn't say no either. Thoughts of getting hurt entered my mind but I brushed them off. Brock didn't seem like the kind of guy who'd intentionally hurt anyone but I was still guarding my feelings.

It was late when Brock called me, almost 4:30. He was heading home, having spent the day visiting clients in Lafayette. I wanted to see him, even it if was just for a few minutes but I knew he was anxious to get home to be with his children. I settled for the phone conversation rather than delay his journey. 

We agreed to meet for lunch on Thursday at a restaurant not far from my office. It was something to look forward to but it wasn't everything I wanted. I got the impression it wasn't what Brock wanted either, sensing loneliness in his voice when we concluded our phone conversation.

Tuesday morning, I stopped at the renovation site to see how Kelly was coming along with the Outlaws nightclub. Electrical and plumbing contractors had been working on the project for almost a week. Seeing all the new electrical panels and roughed-in plumbing, I could tell the project was progressing right on schedule.

Stepping into the construction trailer, I found Kelly in the arms of one of the electricians, a cute looking guy, who couldn't have been much over twenty, if that. The young man jumped away from Kelly, thinking he'd been caught by his boss.

Kelly introduced him as Vince Spires, an apprentice electrician working for Bannister Electric. After shaking hands, he made a half-hearted attempt at an excuse so he could get back to work.

"Going for that young stuff, huh?" I kidded Kelly, fixing myself a cup of coffee.

"Why not?" She responded. "If Cody can go around, sticking his cock in everything that walks, why can't I have a little young stuff on the side?"

"Gee! Thanks!" I laughed. "All this time, I thought I was something special!"

"I'm not talking about you." Kelly clarified. "I'm talking about Tiffany."

"Tiffany? Who the hell is Tiffany?" I asked. 

"She's some girl Cody's father hired to help out around the office." Kelly answered. "She's right out of high school! You know the type! Cute butt, small boobs, a ton of make-up and a brain the size of a piss ant!"

"You're not worried, are you?" I questioned.

"No. I'm not worried. Just pissed!" Kelly exclaimed. "Cody thinks he can fuck around all he wants while I have to settle for my one-night fling with Trey and Rick."

I could see what was coming and it worried me. Cody was a bit too jealous to let his wife fuck around like he did. I was more concerned with their marriage than I was the biker bar and I made sure she knew it. Still, I wouldn't take sides, hoping it wouldn't come to that. 

The next two days seemed like they were never going to pass. Brock and I talked everyday, sometimes twice a day. Our phone conversations weren't enough but they were better than nothing. 

Meeting Brock at Ramano's Pizzeria, a few blocks from my office, was something we'd both looked forward to since the first of the week. We didn't eat much even though we were hungry. Sitting in a corner booth, we held hands like a couple of love-struck teenagers.

"I told my sister all about you." Brock disclosed, squeezing my hand. "Barbara thinks you sound great! She can't wait to meet you."

"What about your children, Casey and Cassandra?" I asked. "I take it you haven't said anything to them yet?"

"Tonight." Brock avowed. "I'm gonna sit them both down and tell them all about you."

"Well, that oughta give them nightmares!" I quipped with a half-hearted laugh. 

"Nah. They'll freak out when I tell them you ride motorcycles." Brock laughed. "They'll think you're great! I know they will."

"But...what if they don't?" I questioned, choking out the words. "What if they get upset? What then?"

"Kaitlyn! Calm down!" He asserted, kissing me on the cheek. "If it's one thing I know, it's my girls. They'll love you. I know they will."

"I hope so." I mumbled. "It's important they approve of me."

"Yeah. I know." Brock agreed. 

"They need someone in their life other than Barbara." He muttered. "She's their aunt but she'll never replace their mother."

"Nobody's ever going to replace their real mother." I declared. "Karen will always be their mother."

Leaving the restaurant, Brock walked me out to my car. We were still clasping hands, neither of us wanting to let go. Being in public, our kiss was brief but heartfelt. Brock held me in his arms, reluctant to let go of me.

Returning to the office, I spent the rest of the afternoon reviewing a warehousing investment we were considering down in Tampa, Florida. My mind wasn't into it. I kept wondering how Brock's twin girls would react finding out their father was seeing someone. Putting myself in their situation, I knew it would be hard for me to accept. I'd be resentful of someone coming into his life.

I barely slept that night, tossing and turning restlessly. I finally drifted off to sleep around 2:00am, getting about three hours sleep before the alarm clock jolted me awake. My first thoughts were of Brock, wondering if he'd gotten any sleep or if his night was as restive as mine.




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 09



All morning, I stayed as close to my office as possible, even checking my cell phone several times for messages. It was nearing noon and I still hadn't heard from Brock. I took the silence as an omen things hadn't gone well with his children.

"Hey! How about lunch?" My father asked, rushing into my office. "Afterwards, we can still catch a round of golf at Pebble Creek. Maybe I can find a couple more suckers to play with!"

"Thanks Dad but I can't." I answered. "I'm expecting a phone call."

"Well, Heather can take it, can't she?" Dad countered, not wanting to accept no for an answer.

"No. I'm afraid she can't." I argued. "It's personal...very personal."

"Is it from your doctor?" He asked, concerned. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, it's not from my doctor." I replied. "I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me."

"Well, what is it then?" My father inquired, sitting down across from my desk. "Is it a guy? Have you met someone? What's his name?"

"Dad! Dad! Please! Stop with all the questions!" I exclaimed, showing my aggravation. "I'm not going to tell you anything so quit asking."

My father just sat there, staring at me, waiting until I calmed down. It was a tactic he often used but I wasn't going to cave in, not this time.

"Kaitlyn, there's a call for you on line two." Heather stated, standing in the doorway. "It's from a Ms. Barbara Collins."

"Barbara Collins?" I muttered. "Did she say what she wanted to speak to me about?"

"Brock." Heather exaggeratedly mouthed the words without speaking out.

"Oh! Ok!" I responded. "I'll take it!"

Picking up the phone, I hoped my father would leave but he didn't budge a muscle. Barbara, Brock's sister, spoke with me in a very friendly voice. She was calling to let me know Brock had caught an early commuter flight to Chicago for a series of meetings with upper level management at Barton Pharmaceuticals.

"I wanted to let you know the girls took the news about you not only quite well but rather excitedly." Barbara stated, chuckling. "They can't wait to meet you."

"Great! That's a relief!" I exclaimed, falling back in my chair. "I was so worried they wouldn't."

"Tomorrow's supposed to be really nice." She asserted. "Brock and I thought maybe we'd have a cook-out here at the house. I hope you can make it."

"Sure! I'll be there." I readily agreed. "What time?"

Barbara gave me driving directions from the interstate, suggesting I come out anytime. Dad was leaning over my desk, trying his best to read my writing upside-down. We chatted for a little while about the girls but mostly about Brock before concluding our conversation.

"So, now are you going to tell me who this guy is?" My father asked, displaying a curious grin.

"How about you take me out to lunch?" I suggested. "Maybe I'll fill you in...then again, maybe I won't."

Dad was in an exceptionally good mood, treating me to lunch at the Coventry Glen Country Club. It was obviously a bribe to get me to open up to him. I was reluctant to reveal my true feelings for Brock, afraid our relationship would come to a disastrous end and I'd be left in a deep depression. Dad was a little surprised to find out he'd met Brock earlier when I reminded him of the two guys he'd played golf with the previous weekend.

"He's a widower with two children." I stated. "Twin girls, eight years old."

"So you could end up becoming a mom and I could become a grandpa." Dad laughed, showing his delight in hearing the news. "Better think about trading that damn sports car for a mini-van and parking those motorcycles!"

"I'm not going to do either." I argued. "We're just seeing each other right now. I'm not sure where our relationship will end up."

"Surely you don't think it's proper for a mother with young children to be out riding motorcycles?" My father questioned. "You'll need to concern yourself with how you present yourself to these kids."

"Dad! You've already got me married!" I countered. "Brock and I have just started seeing each other."

"Just the same, I see a serious relationship here." Dad asserted. "And motorcycles and biker hangouts can only be detrimental to a healthy marriage."

"Bullshit!" I laughed. "You've got a lot to learn about bikers and the biker culture. We're not a bunch of outlaws out terrorizing small towns like in the movies."

"Well...just the same. If you're going to be a mother, you need to start acting like one." My father proclaimed. "I want my grandchildren looking up to you."

"Your grandchildren!" I exclaimed. "Now you've got me adopting Brock's children!"

"Good idea!" Dad kidded with a laugh. "I'll get my attorney working on the paperwork!"

To Be Continued... 



Two Wheel Desires Ch. 10



It was late Friday evening when Brock called me from the Indianapolis airport. His commuter flight from Chicago had just landed and he was making his way through baggage claim. He was quite excited at hearing I was coming to his home Saturday for the cook-out and to meet his twin girls, Casey and Cassandra. We chatted for almost a half hour before concluding our conversation.

Saturday morning, I awoke after a restful night's sleep. All I could think of was meeting Brock's kids and hoping I'd make a good impression. I'd chosen my wardrobe carefully, wanting to look nice for them without being overdressed. On the other hand, I didn't want to look too casual either. Dark dress slacks and a print blouse with minimal make-up and jewelry seemed most appropriate. Black high-heels, which I almost always wore, complimented my attire.

Driving east on the interstate towards Greenfield, I kept running the do's and don'ts through my mind. My hands were perspiring the closer I got to my exit. Finding Brocks home, north of the community, wasn't a problem. Barbara's directions had been very clear.

Brock came running out as soon as I pulled into the driveway at his ranch style house. He was at my car door within seconds, waiting anxiously for me. Glancing at the front door, I saw two little girls, standing side by side, peering out at me. Brock pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly against him. We kissed but only briefly. It helped settle my nerves.

"You look fantastic!" Brock complimented. "Did you dress for me or for the kids?" 

"For the kids, of course." I responded as the two of us walked towards the house. "I wanted to look especially nice for them."

The girls, dressed in striped t-shirts and fresh bib overalls, stood nervously by while Brock introduced me to his sister, Barbara. Wearing maternity clothes, she looked about seven months pregnant. She was younger than Brock, guessing her age at around twenty-three. Barbara was very personable, smiling pleasantly and thanking me for coming.

I shook hands with the girls, who seemed quite shy. They had their father's looks, the same dark hair and the same bright blue eyes. I was at a loss for words, forgetting what I'd rehearsed to say. It was awkward but only for a moment.

"Where's your motorcycle?" Casey inquired, looking a little disappointed that I'd driven my Mercedes.

"Well, I thought I'd drive my car this time." I replied. "I promise I'll ride one out the next time."

"Is it a Harley?" Cassandra asked, hoping for a positive answer.

"Yes. One of them is." I answered with a grin.

The girls rattled off motorcycle questions faster than I could answer them. I didn't mind, thankful they were keeping the conversation ongoing. Taking me by the hand they wanted to show me their bedroom, which they shared. It was all typical kids stuff, something I'd missed when I was their age. Brock finally interrupted their continuing barrage of questions and comments, ushering them outside to their swingset.

"That went really good!" Barbara declared. "They took right up with you!"

"I was worried they wouldn't." I asserted with a sigh of relief. "I haven't been around children all that much."

"Just be yourself." Brock suggested, putting his arm around my waist and pulling me close. "You'll do fine."

The three of us stepped out onto the patio, sitting down where we could watch the girls playing. Sipping soft drinks, I noted an extra big smile on Brock's face, like he was hiding something.

"How was your trip to Chicago?" I asked, thinking his extreme happiness might have something to do with his trip.

"It was great!" Brock replied, clasping my hand. "I've been offered a promotion!"

"Really! That's wonderful!" I exclaimed, squeezing his hand. "What're you gonna be doing?"

"Barton Pharmaceuticals wants to open a branch office in Indianapolis." He responded. "They've asked me to head it up."

"It's more money and I won't have to be driving all over the state." He added. "That'll give me more time to spend with the kids. I wanna buy a house right away, maybe a new one that's never been lived in. I'm so fed up with renting."

I was happy for Brock, feeling he was getting the recognition he deserved. He talked about the details of the meetings he'd attended the previous day, recanting conversations with the firm's upper management.

With the twins joining us, we changed the conversation to talking about school. The girls told me all about their teacher, their classmates and the goings-on at school. As the afternoon progressed, the girls went back to playing while Brock fired up the grille. 

Barbara and I prepared food in the kitchen, which gave us a chance to talk in private. Brock's sister didn't pull any punches, filling me in on Karen. I was surprised to learn their marriage wasn't all that Brock had said it was. Evidently, Karen's priorities were money-based and Brock wasn't making the kind of money she felt she deserved. Barbara commented about Brock being quite lonely since his wife's death but he concealed it whenever the girls were around.

Learning some of the dark secrets about Brock and his wife, I remembered certain things that happened or were said that I thought odd at the time. He always held me tight, like I was going to get away. He massaged me during sex, prolonging our shared pleasures and some things we did seemed new to him. Hearing Barbara's comments, things were falling into place.

With the food prepared, we sat outside at the picnic table. The steaks were fantastic, cooked to perfection but I think the girls would just as soon have had hotdogs or hamburgers. The gobbled up the French fries and vegetables, barely touching anything else.

"How far along are you?" I asked Barbara.

"Seven and a half months." She replied. "Seven and a half long months."

"Raymond will be home on leave just about the time Barb's ready to have it." Brock stated. "He wants to be in the delivery room when she goes into labor."

"You got any kids?" Cassandra asked, stuffing her mouth with French fries.

"No, I'm afraid not." I answered, hoping she wouldn't push the issue.

"Why not?" She inquired.

"Hon, you shouldn't ask those kind of questions." Brock interrupted before I could answer. 

"It's alright. I don't mind answering." I assured Brock. 

"I don't have any children because my husband didn't want any." I stated.

She bought my answer, not asking anymore questions. I was surprised at how easy it was to deal with Brock's children. If they asked a question, I'd just give them a straight answer. Beating around the bush or evading a question would just make them that much more inquisitive. 

That evening we all sat in the livingroom, watching a rented DVD and eating popcorn. Brock allowed the girls to stay up until 10:00pm but they were zapped out well before then. Barbara volunteered to put the girls to bed so her brother and I could have a little quiet time.

"Well, what'd you think of my girls?" Brock inquired, putting his arm around me. "Be truthful and don't worry about hurting my feelings."

"They're wonderful!" I responded. "I can't get over how well we got along. I worried about it all day yesterday."

"Their questions didn't bother you?" He asked. "They often get carried away."

"Nope. Not a bit." I answered, squeezing his hand. "If they hadn't of asked any questions, I'd have taken it that they didn't much care for me."

"The girls really like you." Barbara spoke out, rejoining us in the livingroom. "They asked me if you were coming back tomorrow. I'd take that as a good sign."

"How about it?" Brock asked. "Will you?"

"Sure. Why not?" I replied. 

"Maybe you guys could look at some model homes?" Barbara suggested. "At least get a look at what's on the market."

"Yeah. That's not a bad idea." Brock asserted. "Whatta you think Kaitlyn?"

"Maybe we should wait and decide in the morning." I proposed, squeezing Brock's hand. "After the two of us have slept on it."

"Hmmm. Now that's an idea I really like!" Brock exclaimed, kissing me softly on the lips. "You wanna go back to your place?"

He didn't have to ask twice. Saying good night to Barbara, we hurried out the door. I tossed Brock my car keys, asking him to drive. With Brock behind the wheel, we made it back to my apartment in less than thirty minutes.

Entering my apartment, Brock pulled me into his arms. Our kisses were passionate, tearing at our clothes with our lips still pressed against each other's. We never made it to the bedroom. Pushing Brock down on the couch, I straddled him, pressing my bare breasts into his face. His mouth clamped down on one of my nipples, sucking the life out of it.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDD BROCKKKKKKKKK!" I screamed. "FUCK ME!"

I could feel his hard cock pressing against my pussy through my panties. Gyrating my hips, I felt him grow even harder. Brock sucked on my other nipple, flicking it back and forth with his tongue. I was going out of my mind, wanting him to fuck me...wanting him to make love to me.

Brock tore at the string sides of my panties, ripping them apart. Raising up, I slipped my hand between my legs, guiding his rigid fuck pole into my pussy. My juices lubricated his cock, allowing me to impale myself with little effort.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" I moaned, sliding down on his shaft.

I lifted my hips, then slammed myself down on him, driving his wonderful cock deep inside me. Brock held my waist, giving me an extra boost upward so I could long stroke his dick. I came within moments, screaming out his name. My fingers dug into his shoulders, causing him to cry out in pain. 

I kept fucking him harder and harder, grinding my pussy up and down on his cock. Brock plunged his cock upwards, lifting my heated body completely off the couch. Still holding me by the waist, he pumped his cock into me like a jackhammer. I came again, this time much harder, biting his shoulder as the sexual gratification ripped through my entire body.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I moaned. "FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

Brock still hadn't climaxed, his stamina much more than I could match. I collapsed lifeless in his arms, still straddling his cock. Picking me up, he stretched me out on the sofa, spreading my legs wide. He slid his cock out of me, letting me see my juices glistening on his shaft. Plunging into me, he slammed his cock to my inner depths. His hot balls pressed hard against my ass, grinding them into me. Brock was uncontrollable, relentlessly fucking me harder and harder. I grabbed for his butt, digging my fingernails into him. Spurred on by the pain, he fucked me with long, hard strokes, jolting my entire body.

"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" He moaned, finally reaching his climax. "KATEEEEEEEE!"

Hot cum spewed from his cock, filling my pussy with his love cream. Brock kept pumping his cock into me, gradually coming to a stop. His arms braced himself over me, his eyes were tightly closed. We shared the last moments of our sexual ecstasies, trying to catch our breaths.

"Well, so much for foreplay." Brock quipped, smiling down at me. "Let's head for the bedroom."

Pulling his cock slowly out of my pussy, a long strand of cum dangled from the head before breaking off and falling to the floor. 

It took all the strength I had left to get to my feet, even with Brock's assistance. I'd never felt so sexually exhausted. Brock's cum was flowing from my pussy, streaking down my legs. 

We made our way to the bedroom, not bothering to turn on the lights. I pulled the comforter off the bed before climbing onto it. Brock positioned me on my tummy, stuffing a pillow underneath me. I realized he wasn't kidding about his remark. He wanted to fuck me again!

Spreading my legs, I felt his presence between them. Holding his cock, which wasn't completely hard, he pushed it into me. It felt wonderful, bringing renewed sexual desires. Slowly and gently, he fucked me until his cock hardened like a steel shaft. I rocked back against him with each plunge, matching him stroke for stroke until we were slamming into each other. Loud smacking sounds filled the bedroom as we climbed towards our sexual peak. 

Brock was nearing his climax much faster than my tired body could work up another orgasm. But it didn't matter if I came or not. All I wanted was to sexually satisfy my lover. It wasn't long before Brock's stamina finally gave out. His cum, warm and thick, poured from his cock. It was absolute ecstasy feeling his juices inside me. He collapsed on top of me, moaning softly as his climax faded. Neither of us moved, too tired to move a muscle. I fell asleep with Brock laying on top me, the pillow crushed beneath my hips.

I awoke Sunday morning to the sound of the shower running. Easing myself out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom. Brock was just stepping out, reaching for a bathtowel.

"How about I fix us some breakfast?" He suggested. "Then we can decide what we wanna do the rest of the day."

While I showered, I heard Brock fixing breakfast in the kitchen. The smell of bacon frying and fresh coffee brewing tantalized my senses, making me hungrier than ever. Drying myself off, I slipped on a robe before joining him. 

"Hope you're hungry!" He exclaimed with a smile. 

"I'm famished." I responded, sitting down at the table. "I've never been so hungry."

We both ate like we were starved, trying to replenish our energy. 

"Whatta you think about looking around at houses today?" Brock inquired. "We could pick up the girls and tour some model homes."

"Sounds great!" I responded. "Do you have an idea about where you want to relocate?"

"Where would you like to relocate?" Brock asked with a grin.

"I was just thinking...it'd be nice if we lived close." He stammered.

"I'm not moving." I responded. "I'm fine right where I am."

"Would you consider living together?" He asked. "It'd save you money not having to rent an apartment."

"I don't think that'd be a very good idea." I replied. "Not because I wouldn't want to but because of the girls. It wouldn't look right to them. At their age, they're very impressionable."

"Are you afraid they'll think you're not a good person?" Brock questioned. "Is that it?"

"That and the fact I wouldn't feel right making love to their father with them in the house." I affirmed. "It just wouldn't be acceptable to them or for me either."

"I could have a talk..." Brock started to say.

"NO!" I interrupted him. "I don't want you trying to explain to your kids why it's perfectly normal for two people to make love just because they're consenting adults! They wouldn't understand and I wouldn't consider it fair for them."

Stunned by my response, Brock was in a quandary trying to come up with ideas that would change my mind. It wasn't going to happen. There was no way I was going to conform to his wishes. With children in the picture, we had to consider them first.

We finished breakfast in silence. Neither of us said a word, wondering what the other was thinking. After cleaning up the kitchen, I went to the bedroom to get dressed. Brock waited in the livingroom, turning on the television. A few minutes later he sauntered into the bedroom.

"You wanna give me a ride home?" Brock asked. "The girls will be wondering where I am."

"Yeah. Sure." I answered, tying my sneakers.  

The drive out to Brock's home was uncomfortable to say the least. Both of us were unhappy with each other and neither of us was about to give in. We didn't say a word, knowing it would only provoke another argument.

Pulling into Brock's driveway, I barely had the car stopped before he jumped out, slamming the door without so much as saying good-bye. It was the end of our relationship, the last relationship I'd ever let myself get involved in!

Driving back to my apartment, I cried most of the way, at times nearly losing control of my car. I belittled myself for letting my guard down and falling for someone, someone who'd put their own interests ahead of everything else.

Monday morning, I dreaded going in to work. I hadn't slept much the night before, dwelling on a relationship that ended in disaster. My morning conversation with Evelyn wasn't much more than a friendly greeting and a comment about the weather. She sensed something was wrong but Evelyn wasn't the type to pry.

Heather had called in sick, which for me, was a relief. I wouldn't have to answer her questions, at least not for another day. Now, if I could only dodge my father, I was fairly confident I could make it through the day.

My computers were still booting up when Lady Luck turned her back on me. 

"Well, how's the bride-to-be?" Dad laughed, barging into my office and plopping down on the couch. "Picked out your bridal gown yet?"

Realizing I wasn't going to give him an answer, he surmised what had happened. He didn't say another word or try to comfort me, knowing I'd reject anything he did. Walking to the door he closed it, then sat down across from my desk. Looking out the window, I could feel his eyes looking at me, waiting patiently for me to say something.

"Brock asked me to move in with him." I mumbled. "I told him no."

"Because of his children?" My father asked.

"Yeah. It wouldn't look right to them." I answered. "It'd be awkward for me too."

"Well...there'll be other guys." Dad commented. "This Brock guy's just in a rough situation. It's got to be hard on him having two kids to worry about, balancing a career and trying to find someone to develop a relationship with."

"You make it sound like I'm the bad guy!" I exclaimed, turning around to face him. "You think I should have said yes?"

"You're not the bad guy and NO I'm not saying you should have agreed to move in with him." Dad responded. 

"I'm just saying you should have put yourself in Brock's position." He added. "Better yet, you should have put yourself in his children's position. Brock obviously needs someone who loves him and the kids need a mother."

"Well...it's too late now." I proclaimed. "It's over with."

"If that's your decision, I'm not going to say another word." Dad asserted, rising from his chair.

"If you wanna talk, you know where to find me." He stated, walking out of my office.

I was allowing my disappointment, as well as my anger, to overrule my better judgment. Brock Townsend was out of my life for good and nothing was going to change that. I knew it was a bad decision but I was going to stick with it.

Over the couple of months, the weather turned much too cold to ride. I was spending my evenings and weekends at the renovation site on East Washington Street, pushing the Outlaws project along. By the end of the year, Kelly and I had the first level completed and were preparing to interview tattoo artists and sales personnel.

The first floor of Outlaws was partitioned off to accommodate a large sales floor for leather goods, including motorcycle accessories, a tattoo parlor, a showroom for used Harleys and a large area for indoor motorcycle parking. All we had left was to interview personnel to fill the open positions. I left that chore to Kelly so I could work on the second and third floors.

I was putting in fifty hours a week at Regency and another thirty hours at Outlaws. It was taking its toll on me but it kept my mind off other things. 

By late March, the weather was still cold but warmer weather was just a few weeks away and so was the grand opening of Outlaws. The second floor of the building accommodated two bars, a large dance floor, restrooms and a stage for live bands. The top floor provided for another bar, numerous pool tables and pinball machines, restrooms, an office and storage area.

Liz Mitchell, Cory's wife, had quit her job as a nurse technician and joined us to put the finishing touches on the biker nightclub. She took on the job of managing all the first floor operations while Kelly managed the second and third floors.




Two Wheel Desires Ch. 10



We celebrated the project completion with a catered dinner at the nightclub with everyone involved in attendance including the contractors. The beer and alcohol flowed freely along with several large banquet tables filled with food.

"Now that we're ready to open, what're your plans?" Cody Mitchell inquired, handing me a glass of champagne.

"I'm not sure." I replied. "Do a lot of riding once the weather warms up. Maybe find another project to get involved in."

"I meant your personal life?" He asked. "Are you going to stay a confirmed bachelorette?"

"Well, my father and I had a deal but I'm sure he'll let me off the hook." I laughed. "He's talking more and more about retiring. He's anxious to move down to Florida where he can play golf all year round."

"That's still not answering my question." Cody asserted, putting his arm around my waist and pulling me close. "You've been avoiding personal contact with everyone since late last summer. Is there something wrong?"

"No, there's nothing wrong." I replied. "I just...I don't know...haven't felt very sexual. I'll get over it...eventually."

"You know, we're all here for you if you need us." Cody declared. "And I'm not just talking sexually either."

The second Saturday in April, Outlaws opened for the first time. Hoping for a good turnout, we weren't disappointed. Off-duty police assisted in directing traffic as motorcyclist for all over the state rode in for the grand opening. Our beer supply, which we though would last at least two weeks, nearly sold out the first night. The tattoo shop on the first floor got so much business they had to start rescheduling appointments for the following week. The cashier registers stayed busy ringing up sales on leather riding gear and motorcycle accessories. Two live bands performing for an hour at a time, kept the place rockin' until 2:00am in the morning.

Wanting to get away from the crowd and the noise, I stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. Lighting up a cigarette, I watched the multitude of bikers riding into the fenced-in parking lot while others sought out parking spots inside the building or along the side street.

"Funny, running into you here!" A familiar voice stated, coming from behind me.

Turning around I was dumbfounded to see my father standing there. More astonishing was the fact that he wasn't alone. An attractive woman in her early fifties was on his arm, dressed in black leather slacks and a light blue satin blouse. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was elegantly styled, her make-up impeccable. For a woman her age, she was drop-dead gorgeous.

"Dad! You!" I exclaimed, thrilled to see him. "I never..."

"Never thought you'd see me at a biker bar?" He interrupted. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world!"

Dad introduced me to his companion, Rebecca Clarkson, a certified public accountant, informing me the two of them had been dating since the first of the year. I'd been so wrapped up with work and the nightclub that I hadn't noticed his ever present smile let alone thought to ask why.

"So, what's next?" I kidded. "You gonna buy a motorcycle?"

"I'm not quite ready for that." Dad responded with a laugh. "But Rebecca's been riding for years."

"I'm into the three-wheelers now." Rebecca stated, blushing. "I just bought a new Gold Wing trike."

"There you go Dad! You've got yourself a real biker!" I laughed, squeezing his arm. "You better take care of her!" 

The three of us stood outside talking and watching all the activities. As for my father, I could tell he was happier than he'd been in a long time. He and Rebecca held hands like two kids in love.

It was almost 4:00am Sunday morning when I rode my Pro-Street chopper home. My head was throbbing from a headache I'd had for the past several hours. All I wanted was a hot shower and a nice warm bed to slide into.

Cody and Kelly's "Outlaws" biker hangout still continues to draw large crowds every weekend. Cory and Liz are still together and living in Crawfordsville. Heather, my secretary, is engaged to a really nice guy, who just happens to own a Harley-Davidson dealership in Louisville. Trey still works at the Regency Investment Group and continues hitting on all the young female employees every chance he gets.

The last week of May my father announced his retirement as President and CEO of the firm. He and Rebecca were planning on flying out to Las Vegas to get married over the Memorial Day weekend. They now live in Clearwater, Florida where they play golf almost everyday. Dad still hasn't gotten on her trike!

As for me, my father finally conceded to the fact I was never going to remarry. He promoted me into his former position, where I am today. I ride every chance I get and spend Saturday nights at Outlaws. And I sleep alone...!!!

THE END