Riding Out The Storm

Mid morning sun coming through the partially opened tent flap, shining in his eyes. Already he could hear the constant drone of bikes.Gotta get moving, he thought, but it sure was nice lying here together on top of the sleeping bag inside the now seductively warming tent. She was still asleep, pressed closely against him. Damn it seemed like they just had gone to sleep only a few hours ago. Probably had. It had been a late night at the Full Throttle. No idea what time it was when they finally caught the last shuttle back to the campgrounds. He remembers them both being still slightly drunk when they had some really nice and slow early morning sex, falling asleep intertwined, sexually spent and fully satisfied. Mmmm, he thought, I could go again, but it really was time to get their asses in gear. Time to roll. Gotta wake sleeping beauty, who was now on her back, totally naked to the world with the sun on her. Tempting. Leaning over he gradually stirred her to consciousness by gently kissing and licking each nipple feeling them harden and respond in his mouth. Much better than an alarm clock. Seemed to be working. Very tempting. But the road is calling. There will be time for more of this later. Reluctantly she got up and the day was underway.

Tent and gear packed and strapped to the bikes, water bottles filled, bikes checked. Ready to ride. She went first, and he was right behind her. He actually liked riding this way since he could look at her up there in front of him in her loose tank top cut low at the arms, tight levis and that red bandana with her legs stretched out and spread apart on the highway pegs. Remembering how those same legs feel when they're tightly wrapped around him. OK, gotta get off this train of thought and focus, although he was already getting very hard just thinking about her. She always had that effect on him.

After a quick breakfast burrito at a little vendor tent off Main St. they gassed up and were ready to ride out to Devil’s Tower. It was already late morning and some clouds were forming on the horizon as they headed out I-90 and over to Highway 110 and the Devils Tower Trading post. This was always one of their favorite rides. Lots of spiritual energy at Devils Tower, same feeling as when you walk into a great cathedral for the first time.

After a quick hamburger and beer in the garden behind the Trading Post and they decided to head back, since there were some pretty dark clouds starting to gather now. These summer rumblers on the Wyoming/South Dakota plains come up on you quickly and with extreme prejudice.One more thing Sturgis is famous for. Thirty minutes later their luck ran out. Lightning started followed by an almost simultaneous and deafening crack of thunder. Biker Code Rule #22, never ride in lightning and never, never in hail, which it was now starting to do. Big hail, tank denting hail.They had a couple of plastic tarps in their bags if they wanted to cover up just off the road and wait it out. However, just ahead was what looked like an old deserted barn which would be perfect to duck into and also get the bikes out of the hail. A quick ride across a grass field and they were in, just as the skies really opened up with lightning, hail and rain. Good timing.

It was very hot and humid in the old barn, the noise of the rain on the tin roof was deafening but at the same time romantic in an old classic movie sort of way. She was leaning over getting some water out of the saddlebag, her tank top now wet with rain, nipples pressing against wet fabric. He removed her wet shirt, reached around, caressed her breasts while kissing the back of her neck in that special place that he knew would drive her crazy. The thunder and rain on the roof seemed to be getting louder; the humidity and heat all combined to drive them to an urgent passion. Chaps and pants were quickly removed and tossed on the dirt floor of the barn. In a lover’s embrace he lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Still standing, they stumbled backwards and fell, as one onto a hay bale. He could feel the rough hay on his bare ass which somehow increased the excitement. She was now straddling him as he slipped inside her. Both moving as one. Sweating in the humidity of the old barn and their own sexual heat. She moved her hips faster and faster, her head thrown back, his hips reaching up to meet hers. He grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him as deafening crack of thunder seemd to explode overhead. They orgasmed simultaneously for what seemed like minutes. Still fully engaged in a lovers embrace, they sat still and held each other, feeling the sexual aftershocks that always linger, sometimes for several minutes. He reached for a bottle of water, unscrewed the top and poured the warm liquid between their bodies, feeling it run down between their chests, hips. It felt good.