Author's Notes:
'One Night in Montreal' is my contribution to Literotica's 'One Night in XXX' Story Event.
Having experienced the absolute magic of this city's yearly Tour La Nuit night ride myself
, there was no other destination I could have chosen for this story.
All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.
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One Night in Montreal
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Roman eased his compact SUV onto the off-ramp from the Trans-Canada Highway to join the slow flow of traffic on the Décarie Expressway which was showing no signs of being express at all. He was finally past the industrial sprawl of the outskirts of Montreal, and the sunken north-south highway would take him directly into the heart of the city. This was his favorite part of the route.
The drive from Toronto, where he lived with his family, had taken him six and a half hours this time due to construction delays and he was feeling a little rough from being behind the wheel for that long. Normally, he would have had a co-pilot along to share the driving. His best friend Angelo was supposed to have joined him this weekend. At the last minute, Angelo received a call from his on-again-off-again girlfriend Bianca who'd gotten over their latest meltdown and wanted to be
on again
.
Angelo bailed on the Fellowship as, in his words, 'One does not simply walk away from epic make-up sex with Bianca'. He'd apologized, but that still meant Roman was left to decide if he was going solo on the trip or canceling and losing the money he'd paid for the hotel and the event tickets.
Solo, it was.
He glanced once more at the clock on his dash as this late arrival was jeopardizing his ability to join the first event he'd signed up for this weekend. The 'Tour la Nuit' was a 20km night time group cycle through city streets closed to other traffic. This year was the first time he'd signed up for it. He and Angelo had participated in the festival weekend's main ride in the previous three years. Le Tour de l'Ile de Montreal took place on the first Sunday in June. They'd promised they'd return and this time they'd join the Friday night Tour la Nuit ride as well.
Roman frowned as time was short and he still had to drive into the core of the city to reach his hotel, check in, get changed into his cycling gear, and ride to the start line. He'd chosen the downtown hotel as it was reasonably close to the start line. His mountain bike was securely strapped down on his truck's bike rack, and he'd spent the evening before mounting strips of blue and white led lights to the bike frame. His ride was going to look so sweet! If he could just get moving!
As if hearing his silent plea, the speed on the Décarie began to pick up, and he breathed a little easier.
He spotted the ramp leading up to the street where he and Angelo would typically reward themselves with a journey's conclusion meal. It was Angelo who first spotted the massive orange ball in the distance and made them stop on their first visit to Montreal. They'd discovered Gibeau Orange Julep, a roadside attraction from bygone days but still serving amazingly yummy fast food. Maybe not the healthiest meal but a welcome break after their long drive from Toronto. Roman sadly passed the exit this time but promised himself a visit on the way home.
He continued south to the end of the Décarie, exiting into the spaghetti of the Turcot Exchange and heading east towards downtown. It wasn't long before he was driving into the tunnels under the city. He took an exit up to the surface then drove north into the center of the downtown district. He could see the preparations being put in place to block off the roads for the cyclists. His grin grew wider.
He lowered his window and enjoyed the warm evening air. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and nothing in the forecast to indicate this would change. It was perfect weather for a night ride!
Roman finally made it to the hotel and parked in the underground parking lot. He ensured he locked his bike securely to his bike rack then went up to the lobby to check in. Once he had his room key, he went upstairs and took a quick shower to freshen up. He shaved and looked at himself in the mirror as he dried his shoulder-length black hair.
Angelo was a smooth operator who had no problems talking with girls and getting a date; when he wasn't back with Bianca, that is. Bianca was much like Angelo and Roman knew she had boyfriends when she wasn't with Angelo. He could only wonder at the ease with which they each attracted people and had their little flings. He marveled at that ability as he was always too shy and typically struggled when meeting new people.
Angelo also had the pretty face, and Roman just looked fierce. He had dark brows over dark eyes, and his nose had a flattening bump that made it look like it'd been broken, but it hadn't. Bianca once told him he had a nice smile and said he was a good listener.
She'd also made a play for him once. After a particularly bad breakup, Bianca bumped into him alone in a nightclub. She was a little drunk, but she decided she'd enjoy his company, dancing, and drinking, which they did for hours. After he managed to get her to leave, he took her to her home, kissed her on the cheek, and graciously said his goodnights. She'd made it obvious he was welcome to share her bed that night, but he went home instead.
Later, when she was back together with Angelo, she'd cornered Roman alone and asked him point blank why he hadn't slept with her. She'd never been refused before.
He'd told her that, while he found her very attractive, he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize his friendship with Angelo. That seemed to calm the woman's insecurities.
Not that he'd always been a loner. He'd had a girlfriend once, Cindy. They'd been together for about a year until one day she informed him that she was leaving him to go overseas and find herself. That was two years ago, and he hadn't heard from her since.
He had a strong body, especially his hands and arms as he was a stone mason in the family business and worked with the heavy materials every day. He cycled in the summers and played hockey all winter, so this and his job kept him fit.
Once he was dry, he put on his cycling clothes. In preparation for tonight, he'd gone online and ordered Toronto Maple Leaf cycling jerseys, one for himself and one for Angelo. He was feeling just a little nervous about it now as he didn't have Angelo here wearing his to back him up. It should have been the two of them. He shook his head and pushed that from his mind. The colors on his jersey matched the lights he'd added to his bike. Still, he almost chickened out. He had another cycling jersey for the main ride on Sunday, but he didn't want to wear it twice. He gave his head a shake. Blue and white it was!
He glanced at the clock and breathed a sigh of relief as he still had time to ride to the start line. He grabbed his wallet, keys, and room card and headed back down to the garage. He pulled his helmet and gloves from the backseat and two water bottles from a cooler as well. His backpack had some snacks, spare tubes, tools, and a small pump. It also had his ride bib which he pulled on over his jersey. This one said Tour la Nuit on both sides as well as 'Lait' as the milk producers were a major sponsor of the ride. Angelo got a chuckle from that, but Roman was pleased as he preferred them over less healthy products. He realized it also covered up the Leaf's emblem on the Jersey, so it wasn't so obviously a Leaf's uniform.
Unlocking the bike from the rack, he did a quick inspection, and it looked good. The lock went into his pack, he put on his helmet and turned on the lights. The bike glowed brilliantly, and he grinned happily. He wished he could have shared this with his buddy, but who was he to deny his friend a weekend of epic sex.
