Since Thomas was a carpenter, he was very interested in the details and schematics of Cheri’s house. Like all the old dwellings in the neighborhood, hers had some very cool, unique features. The bedroom offered a widow’s walk, and the next morning she opened the French double-doors to show it to him.
“Ooh.” He gasped, more a noise of warning than awe. “Baby, this is not good.”
“Why not? I think it’s great.”
“Well, you can step out here because you’re a bantam weight, but if a couple average-sized folks step out there, they’re gonna go for a swan-dive. That thing will tear right off the face of your home,” he said, pointing out the weaker areas. “Dry rot. The rust on this wrought iron has eaten the rail clear through.” He pointed and bent to examine it closer.
Cheri sighed, deeply disappointed. “That’s too bad. I was hoping we could christen that, too.”
He laughed and wrapped his arm around her, and his biceps pressed firmly into her as he flexed. “We can certainly do that, but it has to be fixed first, my little exhibitionist. Fortunately, you know a good contractor who will take payment out in trade.”
“Goodness,” she remarked.
“Goodness will have nothing to do with it,” he said wickedly.
They then embarked on what Thomas called a walk-through, and he dutifully noted all the things in the house that required immediate attention.
“I didn’t realize it was in such shambles,” she said, disappointed.
“Well, like I said, you’re lucky to know a contractor. Just pick a time, and I’ll send a couple guys out to knock out this to-do list while you and I go on a road trip for a couple days.”
“A road trip? On the bike?” she asked hopefully, already fantasizing about it.
“Of course!”
“That sounds wonderful,” she said, blown away by the invitation and the idea of a short getaway with him.
“Now that I think about it, it might take more like a week to get the bulk of it done.”
“I’d like to pay you.”
“I’m not sure you’d say that if I showed you an actual bill,” he chuckled, “but I’m sure we can work something out.”
His wink sealed the deal.
***
Cheri put in for a week off, and she and Thomas booked a room in the Georgetown Inn and planned a series of day trips on the bike. They rode through Rock Creek Park and the C&O Canal trail. It seemed it would go on forever, but they stayed out only as long as their snacks held out, until their appetites lured them back into the beautiful, historic part of the nation’s capital. The weather was particularly hot, but the breeze of the motorcycle ride made it all tolerable.
Cheri was so proud to ride on the back of his bike. She was instantly addicted to the sensation of the smooth asphalt, carrying them along under canopies of trees. She never tired of the sight of the sunlight spraying through the leaves and the gorgeous scenery flying by them.
On the endless C&O Canal trail, the scenery changed from rural to urban to suburban back to rural, dotted here and there with serene, beautiful well-kept parks. They enjoyed a long, quiet ride when Thomas veered down to a picnic area, full of tables and a water fountain, beneath a small grove of shade trees. The drive from the main path to the table had a quick sudden drop that Cheri felt in her stomach.
“Ooh,” she squealed.
“Hold on tight!” Thomas ordered.
He didn’t have to tell her twice; any chance Cheri had to do that, she was happy to oblige. He was such an affectionate person, and she felt safe with him, open enough to take as much as he would give her. She especially liked resting her head on his back when they came to the crossroads. She soaked up the warmth and the flow between them, a feeling only they could conjure. It was better than sunbathing.
Thomas parked the bike, and they unpacked their lunch on the table. There was hardly a soul around as the two sat on the top of the table, enjoying the beauty of the park, nibbling on chocolate cookies and drinking bottled iced tea. The whole thing made her feel lazy, and she lay back on the tabletop to soak up the sunshine.
His fingers fished under the hem of her shirt and grazed her flat, ticklish stomach. He reached gently upward, until he found the bottom curve of her breast, and stroked her gingerly there. The thrill of his touch turned her nipples to stone. He pushed her shirt up, allowing the warm sun to bathe her skin with light and heat. There was something so decadent about being exposed like that in the great outdoors, and it sent shivers through Cheri. She didn’t even care if anyone saw them.
He arched downward and took her nipple into his mouth, nearly burning her with the hot wetness. She clutched his head and nestled her fingers in his thick mop of hair. She let her hands glide up and down his arms until she found his hands, then guided him to sit on the bench. Their backs were facing the nearby footpath, but they were completely alone, save for a couple of squirrels which just looked at them curiously for a moment, then skittered up a tree.
As she knelt in the grass, Thomas knew exactly what she intended to do, and he lowered his jeans to give her access. Cheri took the stone hardness of his length in her hands. His skin was so incredibly smooth as she worked her grip easily up and down before lowering her mouth to him.
Thomas’s taste was sweet and salty. She constricted her lips around his shaft, drawing her cheeks as taut as she could make them. With the motion of a piston Cheri moved downward, taking in as much of him as she could.
His guttural moans tumbled across the grass. His hold tightened, his powerful hands tangling in her hair. Cheri braced herself, keeping one palm flat on his muscled thigh and one hand on him. Her fingers wrapped around the base of him while her mouth worked for his ultimate pleasure. She mixed up her rhythm playfully, until she settled on a steady, purposeful pulse. She felt his body tense in response, as if seizing with the first waves of rapture. He drew in a very stiff breath through his nostrils. His hands left her head, and he lifted his hips and pumped lightly into her mouth.
There was something so empowering in pleasuring him that way. Through her lowered lids, she stole glimpses of his perfect body, and that sent erotic waves through her. She faltered under the sexual intoxication, but she knew him well, and he was about to cum. His strong hand now covered her, and he nudged her upward. She buried her lips in the crook of his neck, flicking her tongue along its powerful curve as he exploded with ecstasy. The sunlight starred in her eyes at that very moment, putting a perfect finish on their sensual moment.
They climbed back to the top of the picnic table, and each enjoyed a fresh, juicy, ripe peach, nice and cold since they’d thought to keep the fruit on ice.
“Delicious,” Thomas said as he licked a sweet dribble from his mouth.
“You’re telling me,” Cheri said with a wink.
A short while later, on the rumbling Harley, Thomas and Cheri headed back to Georgetown, doped and dazed with each other and the delights of their day.