It was late August. Even with the sun directly overhead, at this altitude the days can still be chilly. Like a heavenly light the sun's rays shone through the aspen trees giving Carol a warm glow. With her back to Steve she walked on ahead. The fresh cool scent of evergreen trees clash with the sharp and dusty smell of the aspens. Her feet crunch on the leaves that had already fallen. The gurgling water of the brook hide the fact that they are only a few hundred feet from the highway.
She had left her jacket back at the bike. She was wearing a white full sleeved pink T shirt, jeans, and black leather chaps. Her strawberry blonde hair bounced playfully across her shoulders.
Stopping she turned. She knew he was staring. He always had.
She could never understood why. To her she was always a few too many pounds over weight.
'38 and overweight.' she whispered to herself. The corners of her mouth lifting slightly.
She looked back at him. They had met a little over a year ago. They were both recovering divorcee's. Her's was three years ago.
It was obvious from the moment Steve opened the door, something was going to happen. It was In the way he looked at her. Like he was now.
That look ignited a fire that burned as hot as coal. Carol had not felt that way in a long time.
She would do anything for him. 'Anything.' ran through her mind.
There day had started hours ago. Firing up the Harley and heading deep into the mountains. The bike always brought out intense feelings. A closeness, as she wrapped her arms tightly around Steve's chiseled chest. And the vibrations from the motor she could feel between her legs.
Just past a small concrete bridge Steve pulled the Harley off to the side. Extending the kickstand. Steve held the bike as Carol stepped off. Steve went next.
The mountain brook which cascaded under the bridge was crystal clear and knowing that it was glacier fed, must be extremely cold. Small brook trout darted behind rocks as they approached.
"Let's stretch our legs with a hike." Carol suggested.
A path fit more for animals than humans meandered up wards disappearing into through the forest.
Steve pointed, "Lead the way."
The green canvas of the forest, speckled with a rainbow of colors from the wild flowers which surrounded them. Momentarily stopping for a deep breath of mountain air.
Carol turned. "This may sound crazy but... you know what has always been on my bucket list. At least since I met you?"
It took Steve a moment to process before replying. "Hmmm do I dare ask what?"
Taking in a deep breath, "I've always wanted to ride naked on the back of a motorcycle." she breathed out.
Whether it was the thin mountain air, the hiking uphill, or Carol's comment, but Steve bent over and half coughed/choked at that very second.
Carol spoke again. "You do think I'm crazy, don't you?"
Raising his hand he held up one finger. He swallowed before saying. "You caught me by surprise is all. And no, I don't think you are crazy. As a matter of fact I like the way you think."
Seeing the bulge grow in his pants she could tell it excited him.
"Well there's no time like now. Better do it while I have the courage." Pulling her top off and throwing it to him.
Instantly goose bumps covered Carol's skin. Her nipples contracted.
"Damn." Steve was hopelessly lost staring at Carol's beautiful orbs.
Carol walked past him back down the trail. "Well c'mon then."
Like the rats following the pied piper he went. 'Hopefully not to my death.' he smiled.
A hundred feet from where the bike was parked stood an old growth blue spruce. It was there that Carol stopped.
"How far do you thin kit is to the next rest area?" she asked.
"Well, roughly... 6-8 miles. You nervous?"
"Hell yes I'm nervous. What if someone sees us? Me?"
"To hell with them. It excites me just thinking that someone would see us." She could see the fire in his sky blue eyes.
Carol smiled, her confidence building. "Let's do this."
Kicking off her boots, next came the socks before unbuckling her chaps and pants. Steve's gaze never wavering. She folded and picked them up depositing them in Steve's outstretched arms.
"Here goes nothing." hooking her thumbs around the black leather panties off they came placing them onto the pile.
Like a groom seeing his bride for the first time, Steve breath was taken away.
"Go start up the bike." she chuckled nervously. "Hurry. I'm getting cold."
Steve hustled down to the bike quickly packing the saddle bags. His eye's on the road.
Hearing the engine rumble to life Carol peeked around the tree and Steve gave her the thumbs up. Her breasts bounced as she hurried toward him. Her wisp of strawberry blonde hair pointing to her slit.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." he could hear here saying as she approached the bike.
