Split Tail on a Soft Tail

It was going to be a long drive. Cross country from Atlanta to Seattle. I’d gotten a new job and I was moving; the household stuff was gone but I was towing a trailer with my motorcycle. I didn’t have to be on the job for three weeks so I had plenty of time; I intended on a few motorcycle side trips on my way west. I suppose this was a mild mid-life crisis acting up, I was looking forward to the trip.

My first day out ended early in Alabama. I checked into a motel, unloaded my bike and took a ride along the Gulf Coast. I rode from Mobile to the coast, saw the sights and rode back and put the cycle back on the trailer. This is how I planned to spend every day. Drive, stop, ride.

The next morning I had been driving about two hours and I needed a piss break. I pulled into a rest area and parked beside a group of three motorcycles each with a different state plate. I took a leak, got a drink from a vending machine and sat at a picnic table next to my truck. As I was sitting there, three women in leathers came to the two wheelers parked beside me. One of them stopped to look at my Road King and made some comment to the other two. They walked to my table and one asked if it was my ride, I said yes. She said it was too pretty to be sitting on the trailer, I should be riding it. I told them about my trip and asked them to sit if they had the time. They did. They told me they had been to a woman’s bike rally in Florida and were headed home. One was from Texas, the second from Kansas but the third had ridden all the way from Portland Oregon. I asked the Oregon rider how long she had been on the road and she said ‘forever’, the way her ass felt. We talked a little more; I told them about my plans for an evening ride every day. I pulled out a map and showed them my route and asked if it was a good one for side trips. Miss Oregon had already made the trip and suggested a couple of changes that I told her I would keep in mind then I left.

I made Shreveport later that day and pulled into a motel. I unloaded my bike and went exploring the hills along the Mississippi river north of town. When I came back to the motel, I noticed one of the bikes from the rest area parked near the front office. Pastel blue, Dana Low Rider, Oregon tags. I waited until she came out of registration and said “Hi.”

She looked at me and said “I saw your truck and stopped.” I asked where the other two were and she said they went their separate ways a few hours earlier. We talked a few minutes until she said she needed to clean up. I told her that when she was done, we could walk over to the restaurant across the street and get dinner. She said that was a good idea and, “By the way, my name is Kathi.”

During dinner I found out Kathi had been on the road close to a month. She had ridden east with another woman but she had to leave because of a family death. She shipped her bike back to Oregon and flew home. Kathi told me that she was tired of riding and really didn’t want to ride back alone. She joked that I should sell my truck and ride with her, Seattle wasn’t that much farther than her place. We finished dinner and moved to the bar and ordered a couple of beers. I asked her if she had any deadline for getting home and she said no. She was single and did freelance writing for magazines so she could do her job from anywhere. In fact, she was using the trip as the basis for an article for Easy Rider magazine, “What are you going to call the article?”

She said wryly, “How about ‘Split Tail on a Soft Tail”?

Kathi was an attractive woman when she was wearing her leathers; she was even more attractive when she wasn’t. She was roughly my age, give or take a couple of years, about 5’8, 130lbs and nicely put together. And she had dark cinnamon hair. True red hair is God’s gift to my eyes and she had plenty of it. Usually true redheads have green or hazel eyes but hers were a medium gray. If I did nothing else in my life, I wanted a picture of her to look at in my old age. I told her that, she smiled at the compliment then said goodnight and went to her room.

I wasn’t done for the night. I put on my trunks, went to the motel pool and jumped in. While I was splashing around, Kathi came out and asked me if I was having fun, could she join me. Yes, to both questions. She disappeared into her room for a minute and came out in a two piece that didn’t have a lot of fabric to it. Now I had a second picture to take before I left. She looked exotic and I was having a hard time not staring at her. I’m glad I was in the water because my cock had hidden itself, trying to stay warm. If I had been out of the water it would have noticed her and stood up for a lust filled peek.

We stayed in the pool for a while and talked more until she said had to go do laundry. She couldn’t pack a lot of clothes so she had to wash what she had every couple of days. I told her she wouldn’t have to wash the swim suit, she just did. That got me a big smile and she said that maybe she should wash her panties the same way.