Chapter 3
Before we knew it hours had passed, we had talked about everything from the blues to existential meanderings while the sun had moved across the sky.
"Damn, where did the time go?" I said as I noticed the colors changing "What do you say we go get your bike?"
"On one condition." You said with a flash of that handsome grin.
"Ok." The flames were licking outward from my core.
"You have to let me take you to dinner."
"That would be great but I have a condition of my own."
"Well, ok, sure." Your eyebrows rose in surprise and I saw the hint of lust.
"I get to drive the panhead. I'd ride bitch but you've got no pussy pad." I continued "You can drive the stang... deal?" I stuck my hand out to shake on it and your touch sent a warm rush to my clit.
"We've got a deal. I'd love to take you to my favorite place... are you a vegetarian or anything like that?" You asked as we walked outside.
"No not even remotely a vegetarian; I'm a meat and potatoes kinda girl." I eyed your bike... it was beautiful and the big rounded seat looked comfy and I couldn't wait to know how it would feel pulsating beneath me especially where the saddle horn rose in the front... that would be lodged against my clit as I rode.
"That's perfect!"
"Sure wish I had my chaps." I said absent mindedly while checking everything out. Everything was on the opposite side of her British Triumph. I didn't notice you go inside as my inspection continued but looked up when I heard you step close.
"Here, try these." You held up a pair of black leather chaps with chino's lining up along the side seam.
"They're perfect!" I said as I finished the final buckle my jean shorts leaving parts of my thighs exposed and making me feel sexy as hell.
"They look great on you!" I blushed and you continued "Look we're going to head north towards Sedona and we'll stop at a place just passed Bell Rock, got it?" I nodded "Ok, KD, let's see if you can keep up with me."
At that I mounted that sweet hog and opted to kick her over instead of using the auto start and put her into first gear while you revved the mustang; your eyes dancing, you were impressed and I was hot.
Off again with a trail of dust; we rode side by side up the long drive and out onto the paved road. You kept your pace up around 60 after I slid in behind you. You know this road by heart but without street lights, out in the middle of nowhere a stranger could easily get into trouble.
I pulled the throttle and raced up next to you on your left, you looked over with surprise.
"Hey, Dude, you're blocking traffic... think you can pick it up a bit?" I yelled over the motors and you laughed and pushed the black mustang harder.
I saw Bell Rock come into view against the darkening sky and I was reminded of that day several years before when I'd nearly died on that mountain and yet it remained one of my favorite places on earth. I couldn't wait to hike up to that sacred circle near the top and my spirit began to vibrate to the rhythm of the roaring piece of machinery growling between my thighs.
By the time we pulled off into the parking lot of the Mexican Cantina my body was completely rattling from the ride and I dismounted with a loud Woo Hoo as you came around to stand next to me. I jumped up and threw my arms around you nearly bursting with exhilaration. If you only knew I'd just had 3 stomach shaking, pussy twisting orgasms while riding that saddle.
"Wow, Hawk, that ride is amazing... the smell of the desert... the sage and that piston pounding hog has my entire body vibrating!" I continued to dance around as my burning pussy started to relax.
"Glad you enjoyed the ride. Your little pony wasn't too bad herself." We laughed as we entered the cantina.
It wasn't much of a place, small and dark, but the smells were unmistakably delicious. We settled in a booth in the corner and ordered a couple of Corona's and dinner.
"Man, I can't believe I'm finally back in Sedona!" I was so energized and tingling but not just from the atmosphere but also from the pure animal poise that exuded from every inch of you from your head right down to your shit kicking boots.
Our conversation never faltered until dinner was served; I wiggled around in the booth, tucking one leg up under my bottom and in doing so my foot bumped against yours under the table. I apologized, you winked and we dove into our dinner with robust enthusiasm. There were several accidental feet and knees touching; each one sending tendrils of fire surging up my thighs. Full and sipping on a third or fourth beer I became bolder and said I wanted to see your tattoo; I moved over next to you and turned to face your shoulder, my finger tracing the hawk that had been pierced into your skin by a thousand needle pricks. You leaned towards me and brushed my lips with yours our eyes locked in that heated moment. I moved closer and brought my hand to your face... tracing your full lips before kissing them. In that moment we were everywhere and nowhere all at the same time... there was nothing except the call of two bodies and the sweet smell of desire. Our kiss grew deeper, nipping at each others lips, tongues dancing and diving, and we were nearly breathless when I pulled back, eyes still closed and whispered
"If you do that one more time...." And you did and I was helpless to resist. I knew you felt my body quiver and tense as you wrapped me in your arms... I moaned softly into your mouth as the gentle wave of release sent a hot thrush from my sex to the tip of my heat. "Damn, Hawk, if you can do that with just a kiss I can only imagine..." My eyes were glass, my body one large single cell that was centered between my thighs.
I stood to move back to my seat but you grabbed my hand and tugged until I sat back down next to you. I became liquid inside as our eyes and fingers fused, my breathing shallow causing the creamy peaks to heave as I struggled to breathe.
"So," you said quietly "where are you staying? We really should get you checked in" you said as you paid the bill; my heart jumped at the word "We" and I cleared my throat to recover my voice.
"That would be great; it's dark out there... I might get lost or something." And with a wicked grin I add "I call the hog!" We laughed enthusiastically as I ran for the door and straight for your hot rod riding machine.
We made it to the resort, I checked in and we made for my suite walking passed the gorgeous pool and spa.
"Man does that look good!"
"Yes it sure does." You said only you were looking at my rump in those shorts and chaps. I could feel the heat from your gaze and I added a few extra inches to the sway of my hips, I couldn't resist.
Luggage in and squared away I plop down on the bed opposite the one you were sitting on. Our eyes meet and again we were lost in that ephemeral connection that is tangible and almost visual between us.
"Thanks for dinner, that place was great."
"It was my pleasure, you saved my life, remember?" one side of your face rose in a crooked smile.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. So I guess that means we're even, right? I saved your life and you bought me dinner... seems fair enough." The glint in my eyes had your hair on end.
"Hardly seems fair... you saved a life... and all I gave you was a dead chicken with some rice."
"Hmm." I said thoughtfully "You're right... I think you still owe me... something." I stood and paced across the room towards the bath. "What do you say we hit that pool? It was hot as hell today and to be quite frank I could use a cool down. You in?"
"Well I..." you hesitated as I unbuckled the chaps and slip them free of my legs and when I bent to remove my shoes you noticed the tribal tattoo along the back of my shorts and then those that adorn my ankles and said quickly "Hell yeah, if you don't mind me swimming in my skivvies."
"Skivvies? Only a military man calls 'em Skivvies. Name, Rank, and Serial Number, soldier!" You almost stood to attention and I collapsed in a laughing heap on the bed. You threw a pillow at me and said
"Yeah, well only a military brat knows what skivvies are!" then another pillow flew passed my head.
"I am not a military brat, I'm a NAVY BRAT!" I giggled....you stopped and nodded
"Hoo-YAH... Navy all the way!"
"Ok, soldier drop and show me your skivvies!" you stood and reached for your belt buckle slowly; your eyes dark and mine smoky; they followed your hands as you pulled off your boots; then your tank top revealing that toned chest covered in golden skin; and finally your jeans released a beast coiled in black cotton boxer briefs. I swallowed and sat up my face staring right at the waist band of your shorts, where the V drops down and narrows. I leaned forward and kissed just below your belly button, I heard your breath catch and saw your cock jump. You lifted your hands to my face turning me up to face you.
"Get your suit on wild woman or are you swimming in YOUR skivvies?" I had a feeling this was going to be a long night and I was thrilled!
"Give me 15 seconds." I scurried through my suit case and pulled out my black and red bikini and hit the bathroom for a quick change. Before long we were basking in the cool water, sitting at the water bar, icy cold coronas in hand, and the strains of a live band filtering from the other side of the pool area. We took turns singing; between the two of us we knew the lyrics to every song they played. We laughed and drank and talked and sang... I was so lost in you that I never wanted the night to end. I pushed away from the bar and went head first down into the deep end; my butt and legs rising out of the water like the fluke of a whale, only a lot smaller and sexier, I hoped. I swam towards the far corner where it was darker and that led to the Jacuzzi. I knew you would follow so I kept swimming under water until I reached the passage way to the spa. I leaned back against the jets letting their pulsations ease the muscles in my back. You swam through the passage way and up between my thighs, breaking the water and rising up for a kiss.
The kiss was deep; we wrapped ourselves around one another tilting our faces, searching lips, tongues meeting like swords of flame. You covered my face with soft but urgent kisses, I could hardly breath while my hands slid up and down your strong back, my legs pulling you closer until I can feel your rock hard cock pressed against my mound and my crystal. My arms found their way around your neck and I pulled you even closer my hips pressing against yours; my breaths came in short spurts; our mouths meeting again, tongues writhing, moans rising with the steam of the water. You pull back slightly and with our eyes joined you began sliding your hand down between us; pulled the crotch of my bikini aside and slid that beautiful cock all the way in with one stroke. We were both so filled in that moment with the need to get that first raging climax over to relieve the sexual tension that had been building throughout the course of the day; so the slow, all night long kind of love making could begin. You pulled your upper body away from me and your hips up so that we were locked together and yet seem far apart enough to appear above suspicion. I rolled my hips around causing your rod to swirl around then lifted my hips rising all the way up your shaft then all the way back down; within a few strokes we both exploded silently, wrapped around each other, the whole of my body contracting and pulsing around you.
We floated there for a few minutes letting the bubbles gurgle around us as we remained lost in our own world. The sky was amazing, so dark blue and filled with a million shimmering diamonds one never sees near city lights. You tugged at my arm and pulled me back over to the bar and sitting there I realized that no one had a clue that we'd just fucked in the hot tub or they all had good poker faces. I was sure the bartended had seen that a time or two and it turned me on to think that he might have seen us, too.
Then there we were again belly up to the water bar, cold beers, beautiful star lit sky, singing the lyrics to "Muskrat Love" by Captain and Tanille laughing and wondering how the hell we knew the lyrics to that song.
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