Eight
I woke up with a mouthful of hair and a handful of ass. Jiji was draped across my chest, one leg entwined with mine. Ignoring my morning wood, I gently moved Jiji; she turned over and I placed a pillow in her arms, which she snuggled into and went back to sleep.
Rolling out of bed, I padded naked to the bathroom. Peeing was a bit of a challenge; I solved that problem by resting my foot on the tub ledge, standing a la Captain Morgan. Stepping into the shower, I adjusted the controls, and stood under the spray. I let it soak my hair so I didn’t hear the shower door open; Jiji winding her arms around my waist was my first clue that I was no longer alone.
“Morning, babe, mind if I join you in here? I’m kinda sticky and stinky from last night.”
Turning around, I tilted her chin up and kissed her hard on the lips, pressing my erection against her soft belly.
Teasingly, she grabbed hold of my dick, pumping up and down my shaft. “Riding with that anaconda in your jeans has got to be uncomfortable, babe.” She pulled a bottle of body wash off the shelf behind me. Lathering her hands, she proceeded to wash her body. Feathering her hands over her breasts and belly, she spread her legs as she moved lower, washing her neatly trimmed pussy and inner thighs. The scent of jasmine hovered in the air, the sound of the water splashed on the tile floor, and the sight of her working her body amped up my desire, doing nothing to cool off my body and keeping me rock hard.
Before I could wrap her body around me, she ducked under my arm and out of the shower. With a cheeky grin, she tossed me a bar of soap the motel left on the counter, which I caught reflexively. “Good luck with that, babe. I rode all day yesterday feeling uncomfortable; today it’s your turn.” She winked. “Or you can put that soap to good use and take care of it yourself.” Blowing me a kiss, she left the bathroom.
Stunned, I watch her ass disappear out the door. The witch left me hard and randy.
Shit, when we got to the place we would be staying for the next week or so, I was going to paddle her ass for this. That thought brought a smile to my face; soaping up my hands, I used that image to rub one out, pumping my slick flesh ‘til I exploded, and my seed shot out in long, ropy jets. I kept going until it stopped, and my balls felt empty. Laying my head back against the cool tile, I released my softened cock and let the water carry away the soap from my hands. It was starting to turn cold, so I quickly washed and stepped out of the stall. Grabbing a towel, I dried off, stepping into the clothes I had brought in with me.
Going into the bedroom, I didn’t see Jiji, but there was a piece of paper on the pillow placed so I would see it.
Breech,
Went to get coffee and something to munch on. Be back in a few minutes. If you want anything text me. Hope your shower was productive.
LOL
Jiji!
Throwing the note down, I pulled on socks and my boots and tugged a clean T-shirt over my head. I found myself smiling; Jiji was unpredictable. She gave as good as she got. She wasn’t afraid to be playful and I found myself wondering what she was going to do next. She was beautiful in that girl-next-door way, with thick, sandy hair that fell in beachy waves to the middle of her back. Her curvy body was firm, but soft in all the right places. She had large breasts that filled my hands, nipples that were made for a man’s mouth, hips that were sturdy enough to hold on to and legs that could wrap around my waist with strength to hang on while I fucked her up against a wall or flat on her back in bed. She rode behind me on my bike like she’d been doing it forever.
We had been on the road for a few hours; I could feel Jiji squirming around on the seat behind me. I knew she was sore from last night and from riding this long distance. Seeing a sign for a rest area, I pulled in and, stopping at the pump, I topped off the tank then pulled into a parking space by the bathrooms.
Jiji climbed stiffly off the bike. Pulling off her helmet, she stretched, hanging on to the sissy bar and bending forward; my cock came to life at the sight. Pushing him down and climbing off the bike, I took her hand and walked into the building. Separating, we went to the restrooms. I watched the door for her to come out; smiling, she walked to me, and I handed her a coffee.
“Ah, I so needed this cup—thanks, babe.” Leaning up on her tiptoes, she kissed me. Grabbing the lapels of her leather jacket, I pulled her in, kissing her thoroughly. She drew back, breathless. “What was that all about?”
“Just making sure you remember why you’re sore and walking funny this morning.”
She smiled devilishly. “Oh, you mean from all the riding I’ve been doing lately. Told you it’s been a while since I’ve been in the saddle; I fully expected to be a little bow-legged from straddling your steel horse.”
Trying to keep a straight face didn’t work. I set up the shot and she lobbed it right back at me. Her banter cracked me up. Giving up, I laughed, hugging her close. “You a comedian on your downtime?”
“No, just a wiseass always.”
Slapping said ass, I said, “Let’s roll, doll, I want to be there sooner than later.” Mounting up, we got back on the road. Speaking into the headset, I asked her, “Do you have the address for the horse farm handy?”
She pulled her phone out, checking her texts for one from Sandra. “It’s in Oneida County, about an hour northwest of my mom’s house.”
“Can you find us a hotel about halfway between them, doll?”
“There’s a Wingate we stayed at when we went to a concert in Rome. I’ll make a reservation.” After she hung up, she leaned forward and rested her head against my back. “It takes the pressure off my butt,” she said into the mic.
Chuckling, I reached back and rubbed her thigh. “We’ll be there soon enough, sweets.” She interlaced her fingers with mine, keeping them on her leg. I flipped a switch and music filled our helmets. She tapped a foot to the beat on her foot peg as we rolled along.