The Motorcycle Ride, Chapter Two: The Pool

The Motorcycle Ride, Chapter Two: The Pool

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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The Motorcycle Ride, Chapter 2 finds the suburban wife who took a joyride on the tall, dark stranger's Harley a few months earlier yearning to run into him again. The memory of his smell and taste still linger on in her mind. As spring turned to summer, she and her family go to the neighborhood pool, where the kids can play with their friends and she can show off her deep tan. She runs into the man, this time in the lap pool, alone. She seizes the opportunity and slips into the water to surprise him. Her challenge now is to figure out a way how to have this man again without her family knowing.

Summary

The Motorcycle Ride, Chapter 2 finds the suburban wife who took a joyride on the tall, dark stranger's Harley a few months earlier yearning to run into him again. The memory of his smell and taste still linger on in her mind. As spring turned to summer, she and her family go to the neighborhood pool, where the kids can play with their friends and she can show off her deep tan. She runs into the man, this time in the lap pool, alone. She seizes the opportunity and slips into the water to surprise him. Her challenge now is to figure out a way how to have this man again without her family knowing.

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Submitted: January 22, 2015

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The Motorcycle Ride

Chapter 2: The Pool

 

By Gabriella Como

Copyright 2014 by Gabriella Como

Smashwords Edition

 

Staring at him on his Harley as he sped off past her, she focused on his brown hair blowing in the wind.  Quickly gaining steam as he turned the soft bend, the engine roar faded until she could barely hear it.  Straining to keep it in her mind, the car behind her honked and startled her. She looked up to see she had a green light and instantly accelerated a bit too much, causing her two teenagers to get indignant the way they do so well. “Mom! Ohmigod!” they exclaimed.

The weeks passed as she slipped back into her daily routine of getting the kids off to school and herself ready for work. What happened at the park lost its freshness only to become something that seemed almost unreal. Did it really happen? She wondered to herself, knowing quite well it did. But she started to lose the memory of his smell and taste. She hated that, but at the same time was relieved that it was no longer on her mind constantly, and weighing on her conscience. Her conflicting feelings of raw excitement and guilt softened. She felt more balanced, with the right levels of the memory playing on her body and mind. She didn’t know yet if she wanted to keep the memory fresh with all the emotional weight it carries, or if she wanted to put it out of her mind for good as a one-time break with reality. She settled somewhere in between. She had broken her promise of fidelity to her husband and she couldn’t go back. She would see the man on the Harley again. She had to see him again.

Spring turned to summer. School let out. The kids spent most of their time at the nearby pool. The older daughter was of driving age, and they drove there in their third car. She thought she should go to the pool on weekends with them so to work on her tan. Her skin wasn’t noticeably the olive complexion, but it tanned that way. She prided herself on getting bronze quickly and keeping it that way over the summer months and even into the early fall. It offset her green eyes. Compliments were something she received regularly from friends, mostly from girlfriends who had to work overly hard to get the same complexion, but never got the same results.

The Fourth of July was a four-day weekend. They were happy to stay home and visit the pool and cook out. They didn’t have to travel far to see fireworks. In fact, all they had to do was look out their back porch, which overlooked a country club down in the valley. Every year that they can remember, the country club put on a fireworks show, and they had the best seat in the neighborhood. No need to go anywhere for fun. They had it all right there.

That Friday she and her husband were off work and they decided to spend the afternoon at the pool with their kids. She wore her new black two-piece suit with a matching terry cloth pullover that went to the middle of her tan thighs. Her and her husband occupied lounge chairs facing the main pool. There were the two wading pools to her right, and beyond the concession stand to her left was the lap pool. Hardly ever used, the lap pool served its purpose for the occasional adult getting in some exercise as well as the swim meets they had there. The kids enjoyed the water with all their friends, and her husband fell asleep while reading a book. She rose to get a drink from the concession stand. Approaching the concession stand, she could see directly into the lap pool.

That’s when she quietly gasped. There he was in the pool, about to make a turn for another lap.

Her heart beat faster and she was short of breath. Thinking quickly but not denying her intentions, she walked the few steps to the lap pool, throwing her terry cloth pullover onto a nearby chair, and quietly slipped into the near corner of the pool. Her pale husband was napping and getting sunburnt. The man in the pool did not see her as she slipped under the first lane rope. Her hair was now wet, and laid back on her head, revealing her tan and well-shaped forehead. She slipped under the second lane rope as the man methodically carved water with his stroke. She slipped under the third rope into the lane he was in. As he approached, he slowed, seeing a pair of tan legs at the end of his lane. Cruising into the wall slowly, he lifted his head, smiled knowingly, and then took off the goggles he wore. His smile was delightful, she thought. She smiled back.

“Fancy meeting you here,” she said with a smile on her face.

“Indeed. How are you? I haven’t seen you for a while and wondered where you you’ve been,” he said, grinning.

“I’m here with the family. The kids are swimming and playing. And my husband is napping. Thought we’d have a family day at the pool,” she said. Those facts made her sad, as if their chance meeting held no opportunity for them to continue where they left off those several months ago.

They continued to talk. His heavy breathing, which she remembered so well, subsided and his conversation was easy and smooth. She was turned on by his muscled body, and could now see his bare chest for the first time. She half-stood in the water, not fully upright. She let her full breasts bob in the water for him to enjoy. Perhaps he will like them, she thought. His eyes found them from time to time, and each time, his smile grew. Lucky for her, her swim top gently squeezed her breasts together to create cleavage. His talking became more whispered, as he lowered himself from his standing position so only his shoulders and head were above water. He slowly approached her, looking deeply into her eyes to see if she would resist.

He reached over and gently grabbed her thigh, slowly pulling her body closer to his. She did not resist. She looked quickly around to see if anyone was watching. He dared not come too close, as the bored lifeguard would take notice.

She shuddered at his touch and seemed to melt. He shifted his position, dipped under the near lane rope so it could appear to anyone including the lifeguard that there was a barrier between the two. She leaned on the rope, both arms resting on it. He did the same, except he was off to her right, not directly in front of her. Her back was to the concession stand. It looked like two people who knew each other were talking after swimming laps.

His right hand made its way back to her body. This time, he softly reached down the front of her suit as his fingers found their target. She didn’t have to ask him. She moaned and closed her eyes as he rubbed her most sensitive spot. It didn’t take long for her to reach the first of her three consecutive orgasms. Quietly she shook with each. After each, she exhaled noticeably. He whispered to her as he touched her. It was like background music to her.

“Hey, honey!” Her husband approached them. She was startled and quickly moved a few inches away from him, turning to look at him. She gathered herself and was about to introduce them when he interrupted her. He shouted the man’s name. The two men knew each other. Her husband reached down and shook the man’s hand.

“What a long time! How’ve you been?” Her husband went on to explain to his wife the two men had worked together years before, before the man in the pool got out of the business. Her husband said he had the utmost respect for his work and then for eventually getting out of the business.

“It’s a soul-killing business, I agree. But what else am I going to do? And I have to support my wife in the manner she’s accustomed!” her husband said. “When did you move into the area? Anyway, great to see you. Let’s have some drinks together soon!”

“I’d like that,” said the man in the pool.

“Honey, I’m getting burned up here and the kids are ready to go,” her husband directed at her.

“I still want to take some laps,” she countered. She was thinking ahead.

The man in the pool offered, “I’ll give her a ride home.” Her husband was fine with that, and thought nothing of it. After all, her husband knew the man in the pool next to his wife had a level of integrity unknown in their business. She was ecstatic. I can really be good when I want to, she thought to herself.

The man smiles to the woman and asks her what she wants to do now. He suggests a short ride on his bike to a quiet, natural place he wants her to see. Aware of what he’s thinking she readily agrees. But the challenge now is to leave unnoticed. They agreed to meet at the park-like shelter at the playing fields, directly behind the pool complex. There’s a huge row of evergreens that block any view to the fields, as it’s a couple hundred yards away. He got out and dried off as she studied his hard body like a piece of art. She slowly made her way out of the pool and to her lounge chair, dried off and collected her stuff as he walked by the main pool on the way to his motorcycle in the parking lot. She bent over to pick up a towel just as he passed by. For a quick moment, her curvaceous buttocks were up in the air. These are for him, she thought.

 

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