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Contains adult themes, consensual sex.  Read at your own risk.

Comments and suggestions welcome.  Flames cheerfully ignored.

For personal use only - if you repost, please include this header.

Copyright 1995, by Javahead

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Note:

The idea for this one just came to me out of nowhere.  It gave me the
chance to combine a couple of my favorite activities with a couple of
my favorite characters.

Or you can take this as a tribute to both motorcycling and a very special
lady. Whatever the reason, this was a very easy story to write. I hope
you like it.

Javahead

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		      "Soothing Aches"
			    by
			 Javahead

Cars are convenient for large loads or bad weather, but the  best
way  to  see  the  country is on a motorcycle.  Even the straight
drone along a level freeway becomes tolerable, while  side  roads
are a constant temptation to take your time and explore.

All through my teen and college years, I'd  owned  bikes;  little
ones, big ones, both old and new.  The only thing I'd never owned
had been a touring bike.  A good  tourer  costs  money,  while  a
proper  tour takes time.  Somehow, I'd never had both at the same
time.

Out of college, I had more money, but even less time, and when  I
first met Nita what free time I did have went entirely to her.  I
had sold my last bike just before I met her, and to  her  it  was
just  interesting  past history.  She'd never really believed I'd
make good on my promise to take her for a cycle tour.

I smiled to myself; now she had no choice but  to  believe  -  we
were on the second day of a bike trip up the Pacific coast.

This time, I was able to do it right.  I'd bought  the  bike  I'd
always lusted after, an older but sound BMW tourer, complete with
a fairing (windshield to you non-bikers) and saddlebags that came
off  to  double  as  suitcases.  We had camping gear with us, and
enough cash to stay in motels when we wanted  to.   I  had  three
weeks  off  work,  and back roads I hadn't ridden in years to re-
learn.  But best of all, I had a woman I loved to share  it  with
me.

Though for me it was a chance to indulge a  long-held  dream,  to
Nita  it was all new.  Though she'd been in the United States for
years, we lived in a city, and her old home town, Hong  Kong,  is
one of the most urban places on Earth.  Prior to this trip, she'd
only experienced the forest on day hikes near home, or car  trips
to  places like Lake Tahoe or Reno. The vast emptiness, the shear
*size* of even relatively  crowded  places  like  the  California
coast was a revelation to her.

On a bike, you experience the countryside differently than  in  a
car.  Instead of sitting in air-conditioned comfort, watching the
miles pass by through a window frame, you're part of it.  You can
reach down and tap your boot on the ground if you wish, reach out
and grab a handful of leaves from a roadside tree, feel  the  air
rushing  past  your  body,  smell flowers and barnyards.  But the
biggest difference is the way you experience the road itself.

Everyone knows the feeling of rounding a corner in a  car;  go  a
bit too fast and the tires begin to chirp, while your body starts
to slide towards the outside of the turn.  Taking a  twisty  road
in  a  car feels, especially to passengers, as if you're fighting
the road.

Everyone also knows that bikes lean in corners;  what  most  non-
bikers *don't* know is that, thanks to that lean, what feels like
"down" to a biker is always directly through the  seat.   If  the
rider  doesn't  get too aggressive, his passenger can sleep right
through a twisty  section  of  road  without  even  noticing  it.
Instead  of  a  battle,  going through a curvy section feels more
like a dance with the road.

When you combine all these things, a bike becomes something of  a
paradox;  though  a  bike  can go faster than most cars, pleasure
trips usually end up taking longer.   There  is  an  ever-present
temptation  to  explore a side road, re-ride a twisty section for
the joy of it, or  just  pull  off  a  bit  to  enjoy  the  view.
Sometimes,  you  can't  indulge  yourself,  but enjoyment was the
whole purpose of this trip; over the last couple  of  days,  we'd
taken advantage of ever diversion that had offered itself.

"Perhaps there *is* something to be  said  for  hurrying  up."  I
thought  to  myself.   Without  my  noticing  it or really paying
attention to the time, the day had slipped past; the  trees  were
casting long, deep, shadows across the road.  I pulled off on the
shoulder of the road to ask Nita what she wanted to  do  for  the
night.

"Want to start looking for a camping spot?", I suggested.

She made a face at me. "We still need to buy some food.  Besides,
I'm *stiff*  - couldn't we find a nice, comfortable motel to stay
in tonight?  One with a pool, or maybe a hot tub, and a nice soft
bed..."  Her voice trailed wistfully off.

Now that she mentioned it, I was stiff too.   The  thought  of  a
long,  hot  soak  and  a  soft  bed  was  almost irresistable.  I
surrendered gratefully - I hadn't really been looking forward  to
making camp this late.

Even the long summer evening was almost over when we pulled  into
the  yard of the motel.  It was convenient, and looked clean, but
the irresistable draw was the sign that said "Pool &  Spa"  right
under  "Clean  Rooms".   I  went in to register while Nita walked
around the parking lot to work some of the kinks out of her legs.

The owner was an older man who had  owned  a  few  bikes  in  his
younger days; we kept up a friendly conversation as he filled out
the papers. He had questions about our bike, and the trip so far,
and had a few suggestions about the route we should take the next
day.  We were just finishing up when Nita came in to get me.

"He's not too old to appreciate a  pretty  girl,"  I  thought  to
myself,  trying to conceal my grin - I'd noticed the way his eyes
had widened when Nita  slid  her  helmet  off.  If  he  had  been
friendly  to me, he was positively gallant to her.  She played up
to him happily; within a couple of minutes she had  him  rattling
of  a list of local eating places, drawing maps to the harder-to-
find ones. He gave us a friendly wave as we headed  out  to  move
the bike closer to our room.

"Another conquest, Nita?", I teased her as  I  carried  the  bags
into the room.

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Oh, pooh.   He  was  just  being
nice - and he gave us a list of good places to eat.  Where do you
want to go?"

We settled on a place to try, and got back on the bike.  A couple
of hours, and a good steak dinner, later we rode slowly back into
the motel's parking lot.  If it had been late evening before,  it
was night now, and the air had turned a bit chilly.

"Still feel like swimming, Nita?"

"Brrr. The spa sounds good, though - let's ask him where it is."

We were almost too late; he was starting to lock up when we  came
in.

"You folks have a good dinner?"

"Wonderful.  But now we want to soak a while - could you tell  us
how to find the spa?"

"Well, I  already  locked  it  up,"  he  started  out,  but  Nita
interrupted him.

"Couldn't you *please* unlock it for us? I'm so tired, and stiff,
and  cold..." She was almost lost in her cycle leathers; combined
with her pleading expression she managed to look like a woebegone
12-year-old.

He have her a wry glance, and chuckled.  He could tell  that  she
was just playing for sympathy, but gave in gracefully anyway.

"All right, all right.  It's just around the corner  there,  that
door  just  past  the  pool.   Here's  a  key; you'll have to let
yourselves in, and lock it again after you  leave."  He  chuckled
again  when  she  batted her eyes at him in thanks.  Somehow, she
can get away with things like that.

We went back to our rooms to skin off our cycle leathers and  get
towels.

"Going to change?," I asked her curiously when she headed for the
door  with  suit  and  towel  in  hand.   The  look  she returned
suggested that I had taken leave of my senses.

"It's *cold* out there - I'll change in the ladies dressing room.
Do  you  *like*  freezing when you don't have to?"  I didn't even
try to reply - I just picked up my suit and followed her.

I locked the door behind me  and  looked  around  appreciatively.
Besides the hot tub we had expected, there was a sauna, and doors
leading to the men's and women's showers.   The  windowless  room
was  freshly  painted and cheerful looking; thanks to the hot tub
it was also quite comfortably warm.

"Hurry up and change,"  I  told  Nita,  and  started  pulling  my
clothes  off.  Since we were the only ones there, I didn't bother
heading for the men's room.

Nita laughed at me.  "Change!  Who needs a suit  when  we're  the
only  ones  here?"  She pulled off her clothes and turned to face
me, her eyes dancing.

Put like that, changing *did* seem silly.  I  gave  a  shrug  and
slid  into  the  steaming  water  beside  her.   As the hot water
gradually unwound the tired muscles, I watched her  through  half
closed  eyes.   Even after years together, I love to look at her.
Small, slender - "boyish" she sometimes calls herself  -  she  is
also  the  sexiest woman I know.  Watching her long hair floating
on the water, I was sorely tempted to go over to  her  and  start
something.   "Perhaps  later,"  I told myself - the hot water was
awfully lulling, and I felt in no particular hurry.

Before I was ready to move, though, she was climbing out  of  the
tub  again,  using her hands to strip the water from her hair and
body.

"Leaving so soon?," I teased;  since  she  had  been  eyeing  the
sauna since we came in I was quite certain where she was headed.

She raised her  chin  haughtily  and  gave  a  theatrical  sniff.
"*You* may stay out here if you wish, but *I* am going to use the
sauna." She gave her bare  bottom  an  exaggerated  sway  as  she
walked  away  from  me. She didn't bother to turn around when she
heard me climb out - she knew quite well that I  was  coming.   I
grabbed both our towels and followed her in.

The sauna was the traditional  style,  with  a  bucket  of  water
sitting  beside  the  hot stones.  After I'd spread our towels on
top row of benches, I threw a dipper of water on the stones.   We
sat facing each other as the temperature rose.

If I though she was appealing before, she was even more  so  now.
The  wetness from the hot tub had disappeared in the extreme heat
- even her hair was quite dry - but we were both glistening  with
sweat.  In the dim light, it turned her golden skin into polished
bronze, with only the her  hair  and  the  dark  circles  of  her
nipples  to  spoil  the  illusion.  Despite the heat, she was too
lovely to resist; I leaned forward to kiss her.

She must have been harboring the same sort of thoughts;  she  met
me  half  way.  At first, only our lips made contact, but both of
us wanted more; without even parting our  lips  we  slid  into  a
full-length  embrace.  "Slid"  was  the  correct  word, too - our
sweat-covered bodies were as slick as if we had both been  oiled.
As much as we wanted each other, in the intense heat of the sauna
the contact was nearly as uncomfortable  as  it  was  gratifying.
After no more than a minute or two of kissing, Nita gently pushed
me away again.

She smiled at my frustrated expression. "I have an idea" was  all
she said, pushing me over onto my back.

When she put it that clearly, I could she what she had  in  mind.
I  sighed  gratefully  as  she  slid her slick pussy down over my
erection. She kneeled upright, her legs astride my hips and  only
her  cunt  and inner thighs making contact with me.  Once she was
astride, she rose experimentally and  settled  back  back  firmly
into  place.   She gave me an impish grin before starting to move
again.

Both the position and the  heat  encouraged  us  to  take  things
easily. Nita began a slow, gentle, bouncing, the sort of movement
that required little effort.  Done this way, lovemaking lost  its
urgency and became gentle, unhurried, and tender.  Her glistening
body swaying above me was almost hypnotic.  I  felt,  and  hoped,
that  I  could  last forever.  The heat combined with her languid
motions made the whole act seem slightly unreal,  a  fever  dream
come  to  life.  At the same time, the sensations, the feeling of
her tight  cunt  gripping  my  cock,  the  sight  of  her  sweat-
glistening  brown nipples bobbing above me seemed the only things
that *were* real.  Almost despairingly, I felt my  body  starting
the inexorable march towards orgasm.

Before I could reach my own climax, though,  I  felt  her  motion
change,  becoming  faster,  more  urgent. Her eyes closed and she
gave a slight moan as her own orgasm  took  her.   The  knowledge
that she had reached her peak was all the stimulation I needed to
take me the rest of the way.  As her body relaxed, my body tensed
as  I came, a feeling as gentle and unhurried as the act that had
produced it.

We lay holding each other for a moment, but as it had before  the
heat  soon  forced  us  apart.   Even  an exertion as mild as our
lovemaking had been was more than enough to leave us both  nearly
unconscious  in  the  heat.   We  were both a little dizzy, as we
discovered when we stood up.  Leaning  against  one  another,  we
swayed our way towards the showers.

After a long, cooling shower,  we  pulled  our  clothes  on  long
enough  to  make  our way back to our room.  Locking up behind us
took an act of will; once we were in our room all  we  felt  like
doing was pulling our clothes back off and collapsing in bed.

We didn't talk much the next morning as we packed and loaded  the
bike.  After we had returned both room and spa keys, with thanks,
to our  host  we  headed  toward  the  nearest  coffee  shop  for
breakfast. It was there that Nita, with dancing eyes, asked me if
I was still feeling stiff.

I smiled back at her. "No, I'm feeling quite limber now.   Trying
out the spa was a good idea.  How about you?"

"I'm feeling fine, too.  It was just what I needed, somehow.  But
I was wondering..."

"Wondering what, sweetheart?"

"Wondering if we could stop by here on the way home."
