It had been a little over four weeks since Morgan and I met. We have been out on several dates and are really enjoying spending time together. As the weekend approached, I grew more excited.
Morgan had big plans for the weekend. She had registered for another charity motorcycle ride and she invited me along. It was a ride that had been on my bucket list, so it was an easy "yes" when she brought up the topic.
The destination was several hours away, so I decided to push the envelope. I suggested that we make plans to stay overnight at a local hotel and enjoy the full weekend. She agreed and said that since she had booked the ride, I should make the hotel arrangements.
About a half hour from the ride destination was a resort. I booked a suite and made reservations for dinner in the restaurant. But it wasn't just any suite -- it was a room that had its own jacuzzi. I licked my lips with anticipation. With that behind me, the rest of the plans would fall into place on their own.
When we first met, Morgan's bike was in the shop. I offered that we ride together again, but Morgan's bike was back and she was anxious to ride. We decided that the best way to share the weekend was for each of us to ride our own bike.
I could hardly sleep Friday night. We texted several times to confirm the details. All I could think about was the pending weekend. It was only overnight, so we were both committed to packing light, but I had a few surprises in mind. I told her to pack a bathing suit, while I secretly packed a bottle of champagne and a few other goodies for the evening. Check, check, check, check -- all set.
Saturday morning could not come soon enough. I hopped on the bike and headed to Morgan's house. She had fresh bagels for us to share for breakfast. What a great touch. We chatted. We giggled. We fidgeted, both feeling somewhat anxious. Before we knew it, it was time to head out.
Morgan also had a Harley. It was a beautiful bike and just the right size for her petite body. As I followed her to the garage I could not help but notice her outfit. Her jeans were sexy tight and highlighted her sweet ass. And you already know that she has amazing tits. They were as perky as ever in a very tight Harley shirt. With a leather vest, a leather jacket and a pair of boots, she was all out biker chick and she was mine for the weekend.
I grabbed her overnight bag and loaded it onto my bike. I could not help but ask if she followed directions. She gave me a wry smile and winked, then she mouthed "yes" as if to tease me. I gave her a wink back and we each mounted our bikes. She took the lead and we headed to the rendezvous spot.
It took about twenty minutes, but we quickly joined up with the same group of friends from the day we met. Our final destination was about two hours away. We picked up several groups of riders along the way. By the time we arrived, we were closer to sixty motorcycles riding in the pack.
The ride itself was amazing. The road twisted and turned through the valleys. It was mostly single lane back roads. We saw amazing scenery. Morgan and I had connected via bluetooth, so even though we were on separate bikes we were able to talk and comment on the vistas.
We finally arrived at the rally spot around one o'clock in the afternoon. There must have been more than two hundred bikes there. The live music was playing and there were many different food trucks for food options. Live music, great food, and all sorts of drinks made for a raucous crowd and great times. We strolled through the various vendors catering to the cyclists with t-shirts, custom parts, and all sorts of other goodies for the riders. There was so much to do that it was almost overwhelming. Of course, my mind was already thinking about the our night together.
We had a fantastic time. Our small group tended to hang out together. Morgan and I tried to be coy about our relationship, but there were a few times when I could not help but sneak a kiss. And I know I got caught checking out her ass in those jeans.
By four o'clock I was getting impatient. I glanced at my watch more than a few times, giddy with anticipation for the rest of the evening. Our group had a long ride back, so they were gathering to make the ride home. Morgan and I had different plans. We encouraged them to go on without us and that we'd be fine. We did not let on that we were spending the night at a local hotel.
With the group heading home, I took Morgan by the hand. My heart raced. We turned and kissed. It reminded me of my girlfriend when I was sixteen. The moment my parents disappeared we were all over each other. In this case, there were still people around, but with our friends gone our inhibitions about public affection seemed gone.
As the final band of the day finished. I explained to Morgan that the hotel I picked was about thirty minutes away. It would be dark soon, so we jumped on our bikes and hit the road. I rode the whole way with a wry smirk pondering my options for the rest of the evening. I have no idea what she was thinking, but my dick was tingling thinking about being with her all night.
Morgan waited with the bikes while I checked in. Keys in hand, we parked the bikes and unloaded. I had my overnight bag, plus my bag of surprises. I also had Morgan's overnight bag. As we headed to the room she commented on my selection of a charming hotel. It was quaint and perfect for a romantic weekend.
I walked behind Morgan staring at her ass the whole time. I wanted to taste her. I wanted her pussy in my face. I want her to cum harder than she ever had before.
Wait! Reality. I need to unlock the door. I retrieved the key and unlocked the door, allowing Morgan to enter first.
"Oh my God. Would you look at this?"
The room was beyond belief. It was large, spacious, and exquisite in every way. She turned and kissed me in the doorway. That was a good sign. I'm sure she had no idea what to expect. Actually, this was way more than I expected.
I took her by the hand and led her to the window. Our room was on the third floor and had an amazing view of the valley. The hotel pool looked inviting and I'm sure Morgan assumed she brought her suit for a late night swim. I knew the real reason.
As we walked around the room, one of the doors was closed. As she opened the door, it revealed the jacuzzi in the suite. It was heart shaped. Go figure. Her face was priceless. It was a mix of excited plus surprised. Maybe I had gone too far?
She looked at me and all I could do was smile. It was a sheepish smile. I somewhat shrugged my shoulders as if to say "who knew?"
