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Adventures of Dirk: An Oceanside Bikers Gathering - Part 1
Dirk finds his favorite place on earth.
By Original Aramis. Listen to the
Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
The day was bright and clear without a cloud in the sky, the weather was
warm without being hot, and there was little if any wind. Traffic was minimal
at best, and this enabled Dirk to relax as he rode his Harley down the highway
at 70MPH, a black duffel bag full of his clothing and gear strapped across the
rear seat. Riding his bike in conditions like this was one of the things that
Dirk loved most in the world, and like most bikers this was a kind of therapy
for him that couldn t be found anywhere else. Whenever life s concerns and
distractions got to be too much for him, Dirk would fire up the bike and hit
the road, not going anywhere in particular but just going until either the bike
needed gas or he needed food, or both.
But today was different. Dirk was travelling with a destination in mind,
specifically the clubhouse of one of his MC s charters that was in the
neighboring state. They were celebrating their 10th anniversary and had planned
a monster party, one that Dirk wouldn t have missed for the world. The charter
was also located in his favorite beach resort town where his favorite beach
resort hotel, The Windjammer, was located, so there was no way he wasn t going
to make this party. He had already made his reservation at the hotel, although
he knew he d most likely end up spending the majority of the night at the
clubhouse enjoying the party and the hospitality of the club. He d had several
invites from club members to stay at their house, but Dirk politely declined
them all. As much as he loved the members of his club he always felt a little
out of place when he stayed overnight with one of them, and preferred the
privacy of his own hotel suite instead.
Besides, if he got lucky with one of the many girls he knew were going to be
at the party, he wanted a place to go where he could be assured of privacy and
comfort.
It was late in the afternoon when Dirk pulled into the parking lot of The
Windjammer, having been on the road for a little more than eight hours. He was
achy and tired from the ride, needing both a shower and a drink in the worst
way. He pulled his bike up under the awning of the main entrance to the hotel
and dropped the kickstand, his loud pipes turning every head within ear shot.
He drew a few disgusted looks from some of the snootier patrons when they saw
his colors and his long hair, but he truly didn t give a shit. He was worth
more than most of them on his worst day, so he really couldn t care less about
their opinion. He shut down the engine and got off, stretching for a moment
before going into the hotel and checking in. He came back out with a card key
for his room less than three minutes later, then got back onto his bike to move
it into the parking lot. Once there he shut the bike down, locked the ignition
and the forks, unstrapped the duffel bag and headed up to his room.
The room was located on the 22nd floor of the hotel and had a magnificent
view of the ocean. As soon as Dirk got into the room he dropped his bag on the
bed and went out onto the balcony, standing there and looking out at the ocean.
He smiled as he smelled the salt air and felt the ocean breeze on his face,
then closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of the waves and the water
for several long moments. Then he opened his eyes and looked up and down the
beach, still smiling.
This is my favorite place in the whole world! he said out loud to himself,
his smile getting bigger. It was late in the day on Saturday so the beach was
packed with tourists, but this didn t bother him. He wasn t there to go out on
the beach this trip, he was there to party and have a good time, so the crowd
of people on the beach wasn t important. He stood there for a few moments
longer, then turned and went back into the room to shower and change. He took
his leather vest with his club s colors on it off and dropped it on the bed,
the rest of his clothes following. A few minutes later he was in the shower,
standing under the stream of hot water and letting it wash away the achiness
and the road grime from today s ride. After his shower he unpacked, tossing his
clothes into the drawers of the dresser in the room, then got dressed and
headed down to the lounge to have a drink before going over to the clubhouse.
He knew the party was going to be big and loud, and he wanted to have at least
one drink in relative peace and quiet before he subjected himself to the noise
of the party.
He walked into the dimly lit lounge and headed towards the bar, glancing
around the room as he did so. It was early in the evening so the lounge wasn t very
full, with only two or three tables being occupied and less than half a dozen
people sitting at the bar. As he walked up to an empty stool he noticed a group
of three people, two women and a man, sitting at one of the tables. Dirk could
tell that the man and one of the women, a brunette with a very cute face and a
huge pair of tits, were obviously together since they were holding hands and
sitting very close to each other. The man looked to be quite a bit older than
the woman, maybe 20 years or so, he couldn t be sure, but Dirk was positive
that the man was at least old enough to be her father. And by the way they were
acting, he knew that wasn t it. Husband, maybe, but father- no. Not unless they
were into something really kinky, that is.
The other woman, a short blonde wearing a pink two piece outfit consisting
of a tight top that tied in the front and equally tight shorts, was sitting on
the other side of the table from them, smiling as they talked. She looked up at
him as he walked towards the bar, quickly giving him the once-over as she
continued talking to her friends. Then she smiled at him, pausing for a moment
in her conversation, before turning back to her friends and continuing the
conversation. Dirk continued on to the bar and sat down at a vacant stool,
ordering a shot of Blanton s straight up when the bartender came over to him.
Very good, sir! the bartender said, acknowledging Dirk s taste in bourbon. A
few moments later he brought the drink over and set it on the bar in front of
him, and Dirk picked it up to take a sip. He eyed the blonde woman in the
mirror behind the bar as he did so, taking his time and looking her over good.
She was small, around five foot nothing Dirk would have guessed, with long
blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She had a cute face with angular
features to her cheeks and nose, with slightly almond shaped eyes that fit her
face perfectly. Her teeth were white and straight, accompanied by lips that
were full and apparently very soft. They weren t full enough to be called dick
sucking lips but they were close damned close.
'Man, I wonder what it would feel like to have those lips wrapped around my
dick! Dirk thought to himself as he looked down to his drink to take another
sip. He didn t see the brunette look up at him sharply just as he had this
thought, a look of mild surprise flashing across her face for a moment before
she broke out in a smile, turning her attention back to her friends. Dirk also
didn t see the brunette reach out and touch the blonde s hand as she spoke, her
words causing the blonde to glance over at him before she, too, broke out into
a smile.
When they all got up to leave Dirk noticed that the blonde had a stout,
firm, and slightly muscular body. Her stomach was flat and her waistline
slightly tapered, with shapely legs and a firm, rounded ass that flexed when
she walked. And on top of all that was a large, firm bustline that sat high on
her chest, the twin globes bouncing and jiggling inside her tight top as she
walked. She glanced over at him and smiled again as she walked away, the three
of them walking out of the door and out of sight. Dirk turned and enjoyed the
sight of her ass flexing inside of the equally snug shorts she was wearing, and
he couldn t help but wonder how those globes of flesh would feel in his hands.
Dirk turned back to his drink, smiling to himself as he took a sip.
Half an hour later Dirk was on his bike and headed out to the clubhouse for
the party, and just as he expected there was a very large crowd of bikes and
people already there. He parked his bike in front of the clubhouse with the
others, not bothering to lock it knowing that the prospects who were positioned
around the parking area would keep an eye on it. Watching the bikes of full
patch members was part of their job as prospects, and to lock your bike while
at the clubhouse with the prospects there was considered disrespectful to the
host club. Besides, the prospects knew they d get their butts kicked if they
let anything happen to the bike of a full patch ..
When he got inside, he saw that the party was already in full swing. He
walked over to the packed bar, exchanging greetings, hugs and handshakes with
at least half a dozen other club members along the way. The club was hosting an
open bar as usual, and Dirk was sure that by the time the party was over the
grounds and the clubhouse would be littered with empty beer cans, discarded
solo cups, and drunken bikers, all passed out and lying wherever they had
fallen. Dirk didn't plan to be one of them, so he took it easy on the beer.
There was a time in his life when he'd be the first one to pass out drunk, but
those days were long over. Hangovers hurt a lot more than they used to, so he
avoided them whenever he could by staying mostly sober. Weed was his intoxicant
of choice these days, and there was just as much of that to be had as there was
beer and hard alcohol.
One of his close brothers fixed him up with a couple of the biggest, fattest
doobies Dirk had ever seen, and after he had made the rounds of the clubhouse,
which took about an hour he sat down at a table in a corner of the clubhouse to
relax, enjoy his beer and his weed, and watch the party unfold in front of him.
Two beers and half of the doobie later, Dirk was feeling pretty good, enjoying
sitting at the small table and watching the goings-on in the clubhouse. Party
parties were always loud, raucous, and entertaining, and tonight's party was no
different.
He put the joint to his lips to take another hit but stopped his hand in
mid-air when he saw the petite blonde from the hotel bar walk into the room.
Instead of the tight shirt and shorts she was wearing at the hotel, she was now
wearing faded jeans tucked into black leather boots that came halfway up her
calves, a tight white v-neck shirt that showed a generous amount of cleavage,
and a denim jacket that was just as faded as the jeans she wore. She turned
heads as she made her way through the crowd to the bar, stopping to talk to
several people along the way. As she was talking to one of them, she turned in
Dirk's direction, and a smile crossed her face when she saw him sitting at his
table. She finally made her way over to the bar and got a beer, then made a
beeline for Dirk's table.
Mind if I sit down? she said, smiling down at him, her deep blue eyes
sparkling.
Please do, Dirk said, motioning to the empty chair across from him. She
put her beard down on the table and then sat down, leaning forward onto her
elbows as she crossed her forearms on the table in front of her.
I was hoping you'd be here tonight, she said, smiling at him. My name's
Amy, by the way.
Nice to meet you, Amy. I'm Dirk. What made you think I'd be here? he
asked, taking a swig from his beer.
Your colors, she said, referring to his leather vest with his MC patches
on them. I saw them when you sat down at the hotel bar earlier, and I had a
feeling that you were in town for the party, she replied, still smiling at
him.
You seem to know a lot of people here, he said, taking a drink from his
beer. Are you somebody's old lady? he asked. If he was going to make a move
on this highly attractive and very sexy woman, he needed to know if she was the
wife or girlfriend of a club brother. To move on another man's woman is a
cardinal sin in the MC world, and he had no desire to get involved in that.
No, I'm not, and I'm not a sweet butt either, she said, sitting back and
taking a drink from her beer. A sweet butt was a woman who lived at the
clubhouse, kept the place clean, and serviced the club members whenever they
wanted it.
I have my own place over on Vincent Lane about 20 minutes from here, so I
don't live at the clubhouse. I'm more of a house mouse, actually, I help the
club out with some of their administrative functions and help organize
fundraisers and things like that, but I'm not looking for a partner or an old
man. I actually helped organize this party, I'll have you know, she said,
looking around briefly and gesturing with the beer in her hand as she did.
From what I can see, you did a good job, Dirk replied, smiling at her for
the first time.
So if you're not somebody's old lady or a sweet butt, how did you get involved
with the MC to begin with? he asked, genuinely curious. She looked down for a
moment before replying, a solemn look on her face, before she looked back up at
him and replied.
I was the old lady of the founding sergeant at arms, Papa Bear. He was
killed in an accident about a year after the charter was granted, and the way
the club treated me when that happened was just,.. she stopped for a moment, a
small smile creeping onto her face and her eyes tearing up just a bit. They
showed me so much love and compassion, I knew I'd found a home here and would
never leave it. So I haven't. I'm not looking for another old man or another
club member to hook up with, and everyone knows that, so they leave me alone.
They all watch out for me like a band of big brothers, and I appreciate that,
she said, her smile returning.
The brotherhood of an MC is something that you have to experience to really
understand, Dirk said, nodding at her. Being the MC was one of the best
things I ever did, and I love it, he said, taking a drink from his beer before
continuing. So why were you hoping I'd be here tonight, may I ask?
Because you make me tingle in all the right places, she replied, looking
into his eyes. When I saw you at the bar earlier tonight, the tingling began
immediately, and by the time I left it was so intense I could hardly stand it.
I was so wet I was surprised I didn't squish when I walked.
Her eyes were bright and shining as she looked at him, a big smile on her
face.
You're very direct, aren't you, Amy? Dirk asked, smiling back at her.
Yes, I am, she replied, nodding her head. Life is too short to waste time
fucking around, you know? Unless you're actually fucking, that is. She was
absolutely grinning by now.
So are you tingling now? Dirk asked.
Let the games begin, he thought to himself.
Absolutely, Amy replied, giving him a big smile as she replied, without
missing a beat. And my panties are absolutely soaked, she picked her beer up
and took another drink before putting it back on the table and speaking again. You
know, Dirk, if you play your cards right and I think you will, not only will
you find out how my ass feels in your hands, you'll also find out what it feels
like to have my lips wrapped around your hard dick!
Dirk's mouth fell open, a look of utter surprise on his face. She laughed at
his reaction to what she had just said, and the surprise was evident in his
voice when he finally spoke.
How the fuck did you know that, he said, incredulously. What are you,
psychic or something?
No, but my friend Sherry is. Amy replied, still grinning. She's the
woman who I was with at the hotel bar, and the man was Rob, her husband. Rob is
a lieutenant with the local police department, and I've known Sherry since high
school. She's always been a little bit psychic, and when she picked up on what
you were thinking in the bar, she told me about it.
Okay, I'm officially freaked out. Rob said, picking up the joint and
taking a hit.
Amy held her hand out with the palm up and wiggled her fingers at him, so he
passed the joint to her. She put it to her lips and took a big hit, holding the
smoke in for a moment, before blowing it out and passing the joint back to him.
Most people are, she said, following the hit on the joint with a drink
from her beer. Freaked me right the fuck out too, the first time Sherry told
me something that I was thinking. I don't know how Rob handles it on a daily
basis, I really don't.
She put the beer down and leaned on the table again, crossing her forearms
as she had before and creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire. A
slightly evil smile crossed her face as she spoke again.
So do you want to find out or not, Dirk? she said, her voice low and
sultry, her eyes smoldering.
Oh, yeah, Dirk replied, returning her smile. That, and a whole lot more,
I hope, he said.
I think you can count on that. Amy replied, grinning at him.
My hotel? Dirk said, and Amy shook her head.
Let's go to my place, she said. When I fuck you, I want it to be in my
own bed, not in a hotel.
I'm guessing you live alone? Dirk asked, just to be sure.
Not even a cat, she said, giving him a big smile.
Works for me, Dirk said, picking up his beer and draining it.
He took one last hit from the joint before dropping it to the floor and
crushing it under his boot.
Where do you live?
102, Vincent Lane, about 20 minutes from here, she replied, draining her
own beer and putting the empty bottle on the table. You gonna let me be your
back warmer on the ride over there, she asked.
Only if you promise to press those big tits against my back. Dirk replied,
giving her a dose of her own medicine.
Amy laughed as she responded. What kind of a back warmer would I be if I
didn't? Hell, I may even give you a reach around, as well, she said, standing
up.
Dirk stood up as well, looking down at her from across the table. You're
really something, you know that, Amy? he asked.
You ain't seen nothing yet, high side, she replied, calling him by his
road name that she got from the patch on the front of his vest. Just wait
until I get you home.
They walked out of the clubhouse and over to his bike, and Dirk got on
first. He held the bike steady while Amy climbed on, then cranked up the
engine. The loud pipes roared as the engine came to life, and Dirk dropped the
bike into gear and pulled out of the parking area. Amy leaned forward and
wrapped her arms around him, pushing her big tits into his back, just as she
had promised.
She held on tight as he maneuvered the bike through traffic and out onto the
open roadway, following the directions Amy was saying into his ear as she clung
to his back.
A few minutes later, they were out on the open roadway, headed towards her
house and what Dirk knew was going to be a very interesting evening.
To be continued in part 2
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Adventures of Dirk: An Oceanside Bikers Gathering - Part 1
Dirk finds his favorite place on earth.
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The day was bright and clear without a cloud in the sky, the weather was
warm without being hot, and there was little if any wind. Traffic was minimal
at best, and this enabled Dirk to relax as he rode his Harley down the highway
at 70MPH, a black duffel bag full of his clothing and gear strapped across the
rear seat. Riding his bike in conditions like this was one of the things that
Dirk loved most in the world, and like most bikers this was a kind of therapy
for him that couldn t be found anywhere else. Whenever life s concerns and
distractions got to be too much for him, Dirk would fire up the bike and hit
the road, not going anywhere in particular but just going until either the bike
needed gas or he needed food, or both.
But today was different. Dirk was travelling with a destination in mind,
specifically the clubhouse of one of his MC s charters that was in the
neighboring state. They were celebrating their 10th anniversary and had planned
a monster party, one that Dirk wouldn t have missed for the world. The charter
was also located in his favorite beach resort town where his favorite beach
resort hotel, The Windjammer, was located, so there was no way he wasn t going
to make this party. He had already made his reservation at the hotel, although
he knew he d most likely end up spending the majority of the night at the
clubhouse enjoying the party and the hospitality of the club. He d had several
invites from club members to stay at their house, but Dirk politely declined
them all. As much as he loved the members of his club he always felt a little
out of place when he stayed overnight with one of them, and preferred the
privacy of his own hotel suite instead.
Besides, if he got lucky with one of the many girls he knew were going to be
at the party, he wanted a place to go where he could be assured of privacy and
comfort.
It was late in the afternoon when Dirk pulled into the parking lot of The
Windjammer, having been on the road for a little more than eight hours. He was
achy and tired from the ride, needing both a shower and a drink in the worst
way. He pulled his bike up under the awning of the main entrance to the hotel
and dropped the kickstand, his loud pipes turning every head within ear shot.
He drew a few disgusted looks from some of the snootier patrons when they saw
his colors and his long hair, but he truly didn t give a shit. He was worth
more than most of them on his worst day, so he really couldn t care less about
their opinion. He shut down the engine and got off, stretching for a moment
before going into the hotel and checking in. He came back out with a card key
for his room less than three minutes later, then got back onto his bike to move
it into the parking lot. Once there he shut the bike down, locked the ignition
and the forks, unstrapped the duffel bag and headed up to his room.
The room was located on the 22nd floor of the hotel and had a magnificent
view of the ocean. As soon as Dirk got into the room he dropped his bag on the
bed and went out onto the balcony, standing there and looking out at the ocean.
He smiled as he smelled the salt air and felt the ocean breeze on his face,
then closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of the waves and the water
for several long moments. Then he opened his eyes and looked up and down the
beach, still smiling.
This is my favorite place in the whole world! he said out loud to himself,
his smile getting bigger. It was late in the day on Saturday so the beach was
packed with tourists, but this didn t bother him. He wasn t there to go out on
the beach this trip, he was there to party and have a good time, so the crowd
of people on the beach wasn t important. He stood there for a few moments
longer, then turned and went back into the room to shower and change. He took
his leather vest with his club s colors on it off and dropped it on the bed,
the rest of his clothes following. A few minutes later he was in the shower,
standing under the stream of hot water and letting it wash away the achiness
and the road grime from today s ride. After his shower he unpacked, tossing his
clothes into the drawers of the dresser in the room, then got dressed and
headed down to the lounge to have a drink before going over to the clubhouse.
He knew the party was going to be big and loud, and he wanted to have at least
one drink in relative peace and quiet before he subjected himself to the noise
of the party.
He walked into the dimly lit lounge and headed towards the bar, glancing
around the room as he did so. It was early in the evening so the lounge wasn t very
full, with only two or three tables being occupied and less than half a dozen
people sitting at the bar. As he walked up to an empty stool he noticed a group
of three people, two women and a man, sitting at one of the tables. Dirk could
tell that the man and one of the women, a brunette with a very cute face and a
huge pair of tits, were obviously together since they were holding hands and
sitting very close to each other. The man looked to be quite a bit older than
the woman, maybe 20 years or so, he couldn t be sure, but Dirk was positive
that the man was at least old enough to be her father. And by the way they were
acting, he knew that wasn t it. Husband, maybe, but father- no. Not unless they
were into something really kinky, that is.
The other woman, a short blonde wearing a pink two piece outfit consisting
of a tight top that tied in the front and equally tight shorts, was sitting on
the other side of the table from them, smiling as they talked. She looked up at
him as he walked towards the bar, quickly giving him the once-over as she
continued talking to her friends. Then she smiled at him, pausing for a moment
in her conversation, before turning back to her friends and continuing the
conversation. Dirk continued on to the bar and sat down at a vacant stool,
ordering a shot of Blanton s straight up when the bartender came over to him.
Very good, sir! the bartender said, acknowledging Dirk s taste in bourbon. A
few moments later he brought the drink over and set it on the bar in front of
him, and Dirk picked it up to take a sip. He eyed the blonde woman in the
mirror behind the bar as he did so, taking his time and looking her over good.
She was small, around five foot nothing Dirk would have guessed, with long
blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She had a cute face with angular
features to her cheeks and nose, with slightly almond shaped eyes that fit her
face perfectly. Her teeth were white and straight, accompanied by lips that
were full and apparently very soft. They weren t full enough to be called dick
sucking lips but they were close damned close.
'Man, I wonder what it would feel like to have those lips wrapped around my
dick! Dirk thought to himself as he looked down to his drink to take another
sip. He didn t see the brunette look up at him sharply just as he had this
thought, a look of mild surprise flashing across her face for a moment before
she broke out in a smile, turning her attention back to her friends. Dirk also
didn t see the brunette reach out and touch the blonde s hand as she spoke, her
words causing the blonde to glance over at him before she, too, broke out into
a smile.
When they all got up to leave Dirk noticed that the blonde had a stout,
firm, and slightly muscular body. Her stomach was flat and her waistline
slightly tapered, with shapely legs and a firm, rounded ass that flexed when
she walked. And on top of all that was a large, firm bustline that sat high on
her chest, the twin globes bouncing and jiggling inside her tight top as she
walked. She glanced over at him and smiled again as she walked away, the three
of them walking out of the door and out of sight. Dirk turned and enjoyed the
sight of her ass flexing inside of the equally snug shorts she was wearing, and
he couldn t help but wonder how those globes of flesh would feel in his hands.
Dirk turned back to his drink, smiling to himself as he took a sip.
Half an hour later Dirk was on his bike and headed out to the clubhouse for
the party, and just as he expected there was a very large crowd of bikes and
people already there. He parked his bike in front of the clubhouse with the
others, not bothering to lock it knowing that the prospects who were positioned
around the parking area would keep an eye on it. Watching the bikes of full
patch members was part of their job as prospects, and to lock your bike while
at the clubhouse with the prospects there was considered disrespectful to the
host club. Besides, the prospects knew they d get their butts kicked if they
let anything happen to the bike of a full patch ..
When he got inside, he saw that the party was already in full swing. He
walked over to the packed bar, exchanging greetings, hugs and handshakes with
at least half a dozen other club members along the way. The club was hosting an
open bar as usual, and Dirk was sure that by the time the party was over the
grounds and the clubhouse would be littered with empty beer cans, discarded
solo cups, and drunken bikers, all passed out and lying wherever they had
fallen. Dirk didn't plan to be one of them, so he took it easy on the beer.
There was a time in his life when he'd be the first one to pass out drunk, but
those days were long over. Hangovers hurt a lot more than they used to, so he
avoided them whenever he could by staying mostly sober. Weed was his intoxicant
of choice these days, and there was just as much of that to be had as there was
beer and hard alcohol.
One of his close brothers fixed him up with a couple of the biggest, fattest
doobies Dirk had ever seen, and after he had made the rounds of the clubhouse,
which took about an hour he sat down at a table in a corner of the clubhouse to
relax, enjoy his beer and his weed, and watch the party unfold in front of him.
Two beers and half of the doobie later, Dirk was feeling pretty good, enjoying
sitting at the small table and watching the goings-on in the clubhouse. Party
parties were always loud, raucous, and entertaining, and tonight's party was no
different.
He put the joint to his lips to take another hit but stopped his hand in
mid-air when he saw the petite blonde from the hotel bar walk into the room.
Instead of the tight shirt and shorts she was wearing at the hotel, she was now
wearing faded jeans tucked into black leather boots that came halfway up her
calves, a tight white v-neck shirt that showed a generous amount of cleavage,
and a denim jacket that was just as faded as the jeans she wore. She turned
heads as she made her way through the crowd to the bar, stopping to talk to
several people along the way. As she was talking to one of them, she turned in
Dirk's direction, and a smile crossed her face when she saw him sitting at his
table. She finally made her way over to the bar and got a beer, then made a
beeline for Dirk's table.
Mind if I sit down? she said, smiling down at him, her deep blue eyes
sparkling.
Please do, Dirk said, motioning to the empty chair across from him. She
put her beard down on the table and then sat down, leaning forward onto her
elbows as she crossed her forearms on the table in front of her.
I was hoping you'd be here tonight, she said, smiling at him. My name's
Amy, by the way.
Nice to meet you, Amy. I'm Dirk. What made you think I'd be here? he
asked, taking a swig from his beer.
Your colors, she said, referring to his leather vest with his MC patches
on them. I saw them when you sat down at the hotel bar earlier, and I had a
feeling that you were in town for the party, she replied, still smiling at
him.
You seem to know a lot of people here, he said, taking a drink from his
beer. Are you somebody's old lady? he asked. If he was going to make a move
on this highly attractive and very sexy woman, he needed to know if she was the
wife or girlfriend of a club brother. To move on another man's woman is a
cardinal sin in the MC world, and he had no desire to get involved in that.
No, I'm not, and I'm not a sweet butt either, she said, sitting back and
taking a drink from her beer. A sweet butt was a woman who lived at the
clubhouse, kept the place clean, and serviced the club members whenever they
wanted it.
I have my own place over on Vincent Lane about 20 minutes from here, so I
don't live at the clubhouse. I'm more of a house mouse, actually, I help the
club out with some of their administrative functions and help organize
fundraisers and things like that, but I'm not looking for a partner or an old
man. I actually helped organize this party, I'll have you know, she said,
looking around briefly and gesturing with the beer in her hand as she did.
From what I can see, you did a good job, Dirk replied, smiling at her for
the first time.
So if you're not somebody's old lady or a sweet butt, how did you get involved
with the MC to begin with? he asked, genuinely curious. She looked down for a
moment before replying, a solemn look on her face, before she looked back up at
him and replied.
I was the old lady of the founding sergeant at arms, Papa Bear. He was
killed in an accident about a year after the charter was granted, and the way
the club treated me when that happened was just,.. she stopped for a moment, a
small smile creeping onto her face and her eyes tearing up just a bit. They
showed me so much love and compassion, I knew I'd found a home here and would
never leave it. So I haven't. I'm not looking for another old man or another
club member to hook up with, and everyone knows that, so they leave me alone.
They all watch out for me like a band of big brothers, and I appreciate that,
she said, her smile returning.
The brotherhood of an MC is something that you have to experience to really
understand, Dirk said, nodding at her. Being the MC was one of the best
things I ever did, and I love it, he said, taking a drink from his beer before
continuing. So why were you hoping I'd be here tonight, may I ask?
Because you make me tingle in all the right places, she replied, looking
into his eyes. When I saw you at the bar earlier tonight, the tingling began
immediately, and by the time I left it was so intense I could hardly stand it.
I was so wet I was surprised I didn't squish when I walked.
Her eyes were bright and shining as she looked at him, a big smile on her
face.
You're very direct, aren't you, Amy? Dirk asked, smiling back at her.
Yes, I am, she replied, nodding her head. Life is too short to waste time
fucking around, you know? Unless you're actually fucking, that is. She was
absolutely grinning by now.
So are you tingling now? Dirk asked.
Let the games begin, he thought to himself.
Absolutely, Amy replied, giving him a big smile as she replied, without
missing a beat. And my panties are absolutely soaked, she picked her beer up
and took another drink before putting it back on the table and speaking again. You
know, Dirk, if you play your cards right and I think you will, not only will
you find out how my ass feels in your hands, you'll also find out what it feels
like to have my lips wrapped around your hard dick!
Dirk's mouth fell open, a look of utter surprise on his face. She laughed at
his reaction to what she had just said, and the surprise was evident in his
voice when he finally spoke.
How the fuck did you know that, he said, incredulously. What are you,
psychic or something?
No, but my friend Sherry is. Amy replied, still grinning. She's the
woman who I was with at the hotel bar, and the man was Rob, her husband. Rob is
a lieutenant with the local police department, and I've known Sherry since high
school. She's always been a little bit psychic, and when she picked up on what
you were thinking in the bar, she told me about it.
Okay, I'm officially freaked out. Rob said, picking up the joint and
taking a hit.
Amy held her hand out with the palm up and wiggled her fingers at him, so he
passed the joint to her. She put it to her lips and took a big hit, holding the
smoke in for a moment, before blowing it out and passing the joint back to him.
Most people are, she said, following the hit on the joint with a drink
from her beer. Freaked me right the fuck out too, the first time Sherry told
me something that I was thinking. I don't know how Rob handles it on a daily
basis, I really don't.
She put the beer down and leaned on the table again, crossing her forearms
as she had before and creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire. A
slightly evil smile crossed her face as she spoke again.
So do you want to find out or not, Dirk? she said, her voice low and
sultry, her eyes smoldering.
Oh, yeah, Dirk replied, returning her smile. That, and a whole lot more,
I hope, he said.
I think you can count on that. Amy replied, grinning at him.
My hotel? Dirk said, and Amy shook her head.
Let's go to my place, she said. When I fuck you, I want it to be in my
own bed, not in a hotel.
I'm guessing you live alone? Dirk asked, just to be sure.
Not even a cat, she said, giving him a big smile.
Works for me, Dirk said, picking up his beer and draining it.
He took one last hit from the joint before dropping it to the floor and
crushing it under his boot.
Where do you live?
102, Vincent Lane, about 20 minutes from here, she replied, draining her
own beer and putting the empty bottle on the table. You gonna let me be your
back warmer on the ride over there, she asked.
Only if you promise to press those big tits against my back. Dirk replied,
giving her a dose of her own medicine.
Amy laughed as she responded. What kind of a back warmer would I be if I
didn't? Hell, I may even give you a reach around, as well, she said, standing
up.
Dirk stood up as well, looking down at her from across the table. You're
really something, you know that, Amy? he asked.
You ain't seen nothing yet, high side, she replied, calling him by his
road name that she got from the patch on the front of his vest. Just wait
until I get you home.
They walked out of the clubhouse and over to his bike, and Dirk got on
first. He held the bike steady while Amy climbed on, then cranked up the
engine. The loud pipes roared as the engine came to life, and Dirk dropped the
bike into gear and pulled out of the parking area. Amy leaned forward and
wrapped her arms around him, pushing her big tits into his back, just as she
had promised.
She held on tight as he maneuvered the bike through traffic and out onto the
open roadway, following the directions Amy was saying into his ear as she clung
to his back.
A few minutes later, they were out on the open roadway, headed towards her
house and what Dirk knew was going to be a very interesting evening.
To be continued in part 2
.
By Original
Aramis for Literotica
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