Day Thirty-three - Friday - Day Two of a new life
Oh man, that feels good, so very, very, good. My dream had me lying on my back being ridden by a beautiful, sexy, woman. Her pussy was so tight, and it felt so good. I was going to come but didn't want to yet, as it was feeling too good for it to stop. I didn't want to come.
Trying so hard not to come woke me. I opened my eyes to see my new wife firmly sheathed on me, riding up and down with her head and hair hanging over me, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a silent orgasmic scream. That was more than I could take. My juices shot up into her, making her eyes pop open to see me watching her.
She smiled that beautiful Sue smile, and then leaned down to kiss me long and passionately. When she had lain down, resting her head on my chest, she said, "You know, yesterday was the first day that we haven't made love since we've met, and to think it was our first day of marriage."
"You just made up for it love. That was intense. I was dreaming of you riding me and thought I was going to have a wet dream. I woke to find you coming and that set me off with you."
Sue was kissing my chest, "We did a good job yesterday. Hope we can repeat that type of effort again. How many couples can start off the first day of a marriage with a twenty thousand-dollar bonus? How many couples can start a marriage debt free? I have a decent chunk in the bank, and you have been depositing some nice checks. Your pocketed money should be just about gone by now, because I know you took out a bunch for the house and the wedding. We are fixed."
I glanced at the clock and saw it was approaching six and suggested, "let's get a shower and make coffee. We both have some catching up to do on paper work."
We got out of bed, brushed our teeth and mouths, then did some serious playing in the shower, ending with Sue lying on the floor of the shower as I pounded into her, delivering the second load of this new morning.
Sue wore a sexy, near see-through robe while I wore the traditional shorts and T-shirt to make coffee and greet the new day and our friends. Sue whipped up a batch of biscuits so I put out the butter and honey.
Out on the patio, I turned on the light to see the smiling faces of Tiny and Ruth. She had on one of her transparent robes that let you see her full size nipples. The bush was bare, as she was scooted down in her chair with her feet on the edge, with her legs open and the robe on her lap, imitating Shawna.
I looked at Tiny, "I think you're being offered breakfast."
"I've already had breakfast. If you look closely some of the gravy is drooling out of the place where I ate. I left a tip," Tiny bragged.
Shawna and Hanna came from Shawna's place. They looked tired. When Sue came out of the house with a big platter of biscuits, Hanna said, "We need food, sustenance, and energy."
Shawna yawned and said, "When we got back from the hot tub last night, Jim and Hanna stopped by for a drink. We continued playing almost all night long. The guys flaked out about two but..."
Hanna picked up from Shawna, "But the two us of kept snacking and playing till probably four."
"What's worse," Shawna was telling us "is I'm still horny. Damn, if you could just line 'em up, I would take 'em on."
"You're just a slut, Shawna," Hanna smiled.
"No worse than you, you nasty cunted little bitch," replied Shawna.
"My, my, you two are little potty mouths this morning," Glenda said with a smile. "It looks like we did in our three guys last night. Mine is still sawing logs in there."
Charlie and Jim finally straggled over to join us for coffee, and then Martin came out and shuffled over with his mug to sit with Glenda.
Charlie said, "You need to come by and pick up your shovel, it's done. You have a bill with Jan; the rest is our wedding present. Shawna's pretty proud of this one. Nobody's ever gonna believe a chick designed, built, and painted this one. You're gonna shit when you see it."
Shawna was smiling, with obvious pride of the finished product we had yet to see. Sue and I said we would come by this afternoon to bring it home.
I asked Martin if he could get someone to put up an awning over the little patio on the little trailer, and to have one of those small aluminum sheds put at the end of the patio like the one I had. I was telling Martin I wanted to build a bigger shed, with more workspace, and to put a carport on the other side of our house for Sue's car. Martin said he would get some prices for me.
Sue asked Glenda if she could help her decorate our new place. She had some ideas, but she needed Glenda and Ruth to help her with curtains, where they were needed, and some possible furniture, too.
When breakfast broke up, Sue, Glenda, and Ruth went into the house to make a list of what they wanted to do. I told Sue I was going to Wal-Mart for a desk and chair.
It took me a quick look to see that I wasn't going to get what I needed at Wal-Mart so I went next door to Staples and found just the desk for me, along with a comfortable looking chair. I bought a couple of two-line phones for the house then headed home.
The two guys that had helped me previously were able to manhandle the new desk through the office outside entrance and put it in place. I gave them each a twenty with a promise of a possible a job opportunity soon.
I called the telephone company and ordered Sue's telephone line relocated to be a second line in our new place. That had slipped both of our minds before. I asked if they had any kind of fast Internet service and they offered DSL, but that was not an always on technology.
My next shot was the cable company, who had something called Roadrunner, that was supposed to be a very fast Internet service and always on. It wasn't bad for the price, and Sue and I could use the Internet at the same time, making it actually cheaper than dialup accounts.
I setup my desk, turned on my PC, and entered our activity. While I was working, I had a tingle of a thought, how about S&S Welding, S&S Manufacturing, or S&S Engineering, for our company name. You know, Sue and Steve, or Steve and Sue. The S&S would be a rip off of the S&S motorcycle parts people but then it would be just us, locally. I would talk to Sue about it.
I looked for and found the notes from Gene about the people to call for work. The man was happy that I called and said he wanted to order four frames from us, with two to be delivered ASAP, and two within two weeks at the latest. I told him I would have to have his blueprints and order materials.
"Go ahead and order your materials to be fast freight, or overnight if you can, because I need them really bad," he said, sounding stressed.
I asked him if he had e-mail and replied that he did, so I asked him to send me a Purchase Order for the price he had been paying.
"You mean I can't get the same deal as Gene. Gene said he was getting the frames done to spec for five grand. Can't I get them for that," he pleaded.
"I'm sorry, I assumed you were getting them for that or less already. Sure, we'll do it for that. Where should we deliver them," I asked.
There was a pause, "Tell you what, as soon as you're getting close to being done, call me and I'll send a truck to pick them up. We're in Lakeland and this will save you the delivery time."
"Sounds good, now how are you going to get me your blueprints?" I asked again.
"Don't you have Gene's NASCAR specifications and prints? Or does he only lend them to you while you're working on them," he asked.
"Are they the same, yours and his?"
"Everyone in NASCAR uses the exact same frame for each model car built with the exact same materials. That's the rule, even the gauge of the sheet metal is specified," he paused a second "when do you think you'll have my first two?"
"How about tomorrow afternoon, after three."
"You sure you can do both by then? You going to work all night for me?"
"Whatever it takes, just bring money."
"No problem I'll have a check for you. I'd appreciate a receipt if you would. Give me your shop's address and we will be there."
He took down the address then added, "Thanks for taking me on as a customer. Most outfits like yours don't want to work with many teams. If it gets out you're willing to produce quality work for any of us, you'll be doing emergency work all the time."
When he hung up, I took my notes for quantity of tubing for one car then multiplied it by ten. As an added thought, I checked the print for the sheet metal. It had a material list so I wrote down the materials for two units thinking that I was going to try something. I called the steel company prepared to argue about shipping. When I told them the quantities and the timing, they thought I was crazy. I need two groups of materials instantly, and two more overnight. The last six could be three day freight, but I wanted it at the shop as fast as possible.
Guessing that I might be able to ask a favor of Gene, I called him and asked him if I could borrow two sets of tubing, as his friend was as desperate as he had been. I told him that I had ordered replacements and would have them available no later than late Monday. He said to come get the materials. He would have his guy separate it, thanking me again for getting him taken care of so fast.
I told Sue what the deal was and asked her if she wanted to do it tonight or do it in the morning. She said for me to get the steel and we would work at the shop in the morning and get them done. She said we could get a real early start and see if we could do two before lunch. She told me to take her list of supplies needed, to make sure we had the grinding equipment.
Gene was happy to see me and immediately had his men load the pickup. He showed me the two cars that were ready to be loaded onto the big trailers, saying they were going to be able to test them as soon as they got to the track.
As an afterthought, I asked Gene if he had a print for the sheet metal that I could have, as I thought I might experiment. He asked what model I wanted, Chevy, Ford, or Dodge. I said I wanted to try a Chevy first as he could evaluate that better than the others. He handed me two prints, along with another frame print, telling me to just keep them coming.
Back at the shop I unloaded the materials, and while Abe was listening, I called the supply house to see if he wanted another big unit at the new price Abe had given me. He said to bring it down and he would have a customer on site to probably just haul it away. Abe put on his Onan shirt and we hauled the rebuilt unit to the supply house.
While Abe was demonstrating how new the unit was, I was at the counter buying the supplies I needed. The counter man took my sales tax number, so I didn't have to pay tax this time, then pulled the supplies from stock. It took two hand truck loads to get everything out to the truck.
Abe and the supply house customer were shaking hands when I came out, so I figured we had a sale. Abe was grinning real big when the owner came out with the check. It was for eighteen thousand, not the fifteen Abe had said.
When we got into the truck, Abe said to pay him his usual commission, plus the extra three grand, and that the difference was for an additional year's warranty. He said unless the guy ran the thing twenty-four hours a day for the next two years, that was the easiest three grand he ever made. I laughed. Abe never ceased to amaze me. He said the supply house guy was ready for the next one as soon as Abe was done with it. Abe said it should be ready by next Friday, depending on many side jobs he was getting.
I unloaded my supplies and setup the shop so Sue and I could start as soon as soon as we got there in the morning. I was very glad that I had saved the extra arc welders as they now cut the welding time to almost half.
The bank was next, then home to pick up Sue and get the bike from Jan and Dell's.
When we drove up to the shop, Jan had her new dirt drag bike out front. It looked good, ready to race. I had seen pictures of Jan in her racing leathers, and could imagine the ruckus she caused strutting among a bunch of horny bikers. I bet that was a sight.
I walked through the store, saying hi to Jan, while Dell was talking to a customer, trying to sell a bike. In the back, Charlie was working on one bike on a raised stand, while Shawna was at the bench working on a transmission. When they saw us, they both stopped and gave us greasy hugs, genuinely happy to see us.
Shawna said, "Go up front and pay Jan so you don't forget. She'll be happy to have that bill paid."
When I went back up to the counter, Jan had three pieces of paper clipped together with an adding machine tape. She smiled at me, "I think Shawna included every type of doo-dad she could find in the store, or get from a catalog, for you. That sled's is a show winner; I wish we had it for sale out front.
The bill was big, very big. It was almost three times what I paid for the bike, and that was with the very big twenty percent discount Jan had listed. I gave Jan my personal credit card and she happily processed it, thanking me for my business.
Back in the shop, while folding up the sheets of paper listing the new parts, I saw a covered up bike by the door with the Charlie, Shawna, and Sue standing around it.
Charlie said, "Man, you're gonna like this, it is awesome."
Shawna agreed, "This is my best work for our best friends. You have a pile of parts for the next swap meet or you can let us try to sell them, as we always have folks looking for used parts."
"Let us tell you what all she did to your sled before you look at it. She did a great job," Charlie said.
"I did it all. I stripped it down and electro-painted the frame. I rebuilt the motor, which needed it, and the top end that someone had been done recently, but without alloy seats and valves. They are done correctly now. I didn't want to go to the 110-inch kit, but had to take it up to at least 98 cubes. I put in a new stator to keep your power up and I rebuilt and chromed your S&S carb. You now have new tuned pipes and I chromed anything that needed or didn't need it. I gotcha' some new wheels. They are slick, no tuning the spokes, but they do have to be balanced. Then I tricked it out with some of the fancy accessories like chrome shielded cables and gas lines, chrome grips, and a new light bar with some of the bright road lights that are now available. I gotcha a set of case guards that may be one of kind, made special by a California guy I know.
For your riding comfort, you have a new seat that is so nice your ass will fall in love with it. It's one of those two stage ones, high and low, so your new wife has a place to sit comfortably, plus a small sissy bar to keep her cute butt from sliding off when you gun it.
Shawna and Charlie, who were standing behind the bike, lifted the cover off with flair.
The 1980 Harley Davidson FLH didn't remotely resemble the beater I bought in Miami. It was dazzling. The unique paint came alive in the light of the shop with the gold and silver sparkling figures almost seeming to move. I looked over every inch of the bike. It was so beautiful that it was one of those times when you want to touch it, but felt like you would mess it up if you did.
Shawna had not missed a detail in putting the finishing touches on. Even a tie wrap holding some wire together was chrome. The tire air valves had little chrome balls for caps, highlighting the brushed aluminum wheels that had swirl cut-outs, making the bike look like it was moving even though it was on a fancy new wide kick stand.
An addition I didn't know whether I would like it or not, was the addition of footboards. I didn't know whether I wanted footboards on a street bike that was used for short distances. But even these were something special, with unique twisted metal accenting the outside. These matched the fancy case guards with the flip down foot pegs. I had never seen twisted metal tubing fashioned into case guards before.
As I looked over the dash, I realized Shawna had painted the face of the speedometer to match the tanks. The paint scheme flowed through the instrument as if it were part of the sheet metal. She had put raised chrome numbers on it so it was still useful, but that touch was really something special.
Shawna came up beside me and said, "Fork it. This ain't a lookin' at bike, this is a ridin' bike. This is to show off wherever you go. Wait till you ride it, hold on to your socks, it's gonna blow 'em off.
Charlie was grinning, "Get it out of here, it's taking up too much room. Enjoy the ride home."
I wheeled the bike outside, still apprehensive about touching such a beautiful piece of work. Sue said she would go to the grocery store on the way home and meet me there in about thirty minutes.
Charlie told Shawna, you better get your helmet and go with him to make sure it rides as nice as it looks. Besides, you built it, you should get a ride on it. Sue told Shawna to take care of me, then drove off in the pickup to do some shopping.
I made sure the bike was in neutral, turned on the gas, then hit the starter button. It caught instantly, giving out the hearty putt, putt putta, putta, putt, telling you it was an enlarged V-twin.
I thought, "oh shit," I didn't bring my helmet, and was going to go back inside to buy another when a grinning Shawna handed me a new shell, painted with the same scheme as the bike, but the swirls were all silver to match the males on the sheet metal. She had another in her hand, painted similar with gold flames to match the females. We put the small helmets on then mounted.
As I eased out of the parking lot, Shawna said to see what it would do, so I twisted the throttle just a little. The front end on the new bike didn't rise from the ground but lifted up noticeably. At the same time, the big motor blasted out a new hard cadence, announcing its power.
Then there was the g-force of the rapid acceleration, totally awesome. The instant speed made me want to twist the throttle even more. Hallelujah, there was hardly any traffic as I glanced down to see that I was already passing ninety. Shawna knew how the adrenaline was affecting me as she had her hand wrapped around my hard dick on the outside of my pants, screaming the scream of a wanton biker bitch speed freak.
We rode up Florida, which turns into 41, past Lutz and Land O' Lakes, then about a mile or two past 54, we made a U-turn and rode back a lot slower. We had to stop at the light at 54 in Land of Lakes. A guy on my left in a pickup yelled out the window, "Awesome bike."
When we pulled in, Sue was parking the pickup with several bags from the store visible in the pickup's bed. I set the bike on the patio pad next to the shed and helped Sue carry in the groceries. Shawna checked over the bike then came inside to give Sue her new hat saying, "This is for that bike and that bike only. Note how your shell has gold flames and Steve's has Silver."
After handing the new helmet to Sue, Shawna stretched then said, "The first time you ride that thing, you better put a pad in your panties, I'm so wet right now I'm floating. I almost attacked your ole' man from just that short ride."
"You need us to take you in the bedroom and help you out?" Sue asked smiling.
"Either one or both would be fine with me, but I best wait for Charlie, he knows how I get when I ride on one of my creations. Trust me, he'll be along in a minute. I'm going home for a quick shower so I can be naked and spread out when he comes in the door."
Shawna left and Sue and I were putting stuff away. Sue wanted a hug and a kiss asking, "That exciting huh? Going to take me for a ride later?"
"I don't think we'll have a choice. Shawna wants to show off her work to everyone. Did you see the little writing on the rear of the right tank? Its painted in scroll, 'Created by Shawna.'"
"Where all will we go?"
"Probably the usual, but I'm not sure about the clubhouse. Non-members don't go there uninvited."
We cleaned up and put on our patio shorts and tops. While Sue worked on some vegetables, I fired up the grille, then came back into the kitchen to hug Sue from behind, and play under her halter with the bottoms of her party balloons. Let me take a second to re-describe Sue. First she isn't very tall, probably five one and a half or five two, tops. Who knows how much she weighs, but if she were a B-cup she would be a hundred, hundred five pounds, not big at all. Looking at her from the back, you are treated to a very nice bubble butt that would make any butt lover drool. She has a nice shape, with a narrow waist that flares into her luscious butt with nice hips, a true hourglass shape. From the back, she probably has wider shoulders than you would think of as the sexiest babe in town, but turn her around and then you know why she has to have those broad shoulders.
From the front if you start at the bottom at her rather dainty size five feet, then work up her nicely muscled legs, you realize this babe works out. The scars on her one leg are faint from the cosmetic surgeries, but they are there none the less. Without clothes, you are treated to a dark red pubic mound that is trimmed to be tiny bikini safe. Sue has the cutest belly button, an innee, that draws you to kiss it and to stick your tongue in it.
Lets jump up to her head. Sue has the softest expression you could imagine. Her thick sun bleached auburn hair frames her face that smiles from that frame. Her eyes are a sparkly dark brown, almost red, fascinating. She has a smallish nose over a fairly wide mouth with thicker lips than most. Sue's teeth look perfect, but then they are a perfect set of dentures that she shows frequently, with a smile over a firm almost square chin that has a dimple in the center.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I spend too much time just gazing at her.
Now comes the frontal focal point, her boobs, breasts, bazooms, or what ever name you have heard for some big ones. Sue's are big, almost comical, on her small frame. They are not shaped like most large breasts. Her breasts are not conical; they are like to large balloons stuck on her chest. Like I said, almost like a cartoon character. They are huge, fascinating, captivating, and you want to bury your face in them. But then the two bulbous breasts are capped with twin towers, nipples that swell from the outer areola out to the end of the nipple that then sticks out even further. In her nipples relaxed state they are fat, almost half-inch long rubbery bumps on the end of her raised areola. Excited, they are almost three-quarters of an inch of rigid, sensitive tips of her gorgeous breasts.
That's why I was in the kitchen, hugging her from behind, kissing her neck, and caressing the large undersides of her balloons. Who could blame me?
Folks were showing up outside, pouring beer, laughing, joking, oohing and aahing over the bike parked on the patio. Jim was saying he went over to Charlie's but didn't knock when he heard Charlie grunting and Shawna near screaming. Hanna was saying that Shawna got all the luck.
We had a nice dinner, with the anticipation of a ride after the cleanup. Sue and I put on our riding clothes and got our helmets ready. I always thought that matching painted helmets were a little Twinkie looking, but with a bike as hot as this one, they looked right.
Charlie said we were supposed to stop by the clubhouse to show off the bike before we went on. Charlie told me to lead, as the bike was definitely a parade leader. It took us twenty minutes to get parked behind the fence. The gate guard waved me into the back yard. Highly unusual, as the club never let bikes stumble over in their social area.
Hap was waiting for us with a big grin. As I put the kickstand down, a prospect slid a piece of wood under the stand so it wouldn't sink into the ground. We were mobbed before we could get off the bike. We pulled our helmets off and set them on the seat so people could get an idea of how the helmets and the paint job matched the sex of the riders.
Hap spent a long time going over everything then went over to Shawna and brought her back to the bike pointing to her signature, "Damn girl, this is the most erotic, most beautiful, piece of machinery I've ever seen. You did yourself, and everyone around you, proud."
After a quick beer with the club, we were ready to continue showing off the bike. Hap came over to Sue and I as we were getting ready to ride, "You know, you riding this thing has you another notch over most guys. A guy, who isn't a real biker, would set this thing in a showcase to look at. You're riding it, showing everyone it's a real Harley." He gave a half salute, "Enjoy."
At Jim's, Sue, for once, wasn't deluged with bug-eyed guys trying to get a better look at her cleavage. This time the bike was the centerpiece. The girls were out tracing the different painted flame couples in their various positions, while the guys were looking it over inch by inch commenting about something new they found. Sue and I spent a couple of beers worth of time pointing to Shawna's signature. That earned Charlie and Shawna several free beers. Denise was beside herself, "I gave up riding that for a cop? Damn, I need my head examined."
Shawna had brought her cards with her and passed them out to those who said they wanted something as nice.
Next stop was across the causeway to the Crab Shack. We went through the same scene, receiving free beer as we were telling people about the bike. Shawna was drunk, not inebriated on booze, but drunk with pride and the accolades.
We three rolled back to Tampa, enjoying the sweet songs of our motors echoing off bridge rails and buildings. We pulled into the park as quietly as possible, then put our bikes away and traded our clothes for our robes and flip-flops to go to the hot tub.
Tiny and Ruth joined us with news that they had a couple come look at, and were interested, in Sue's place. That put a smile on Sue's face while her hand was busy under the water. We four couples were being talkative and playful, joking that we had become real life swingers. The girls were suggesting names for our group, such as Trailer Tramps and the like. As usual, we degenerated into some group groping, depositing donations of our DNA with someone other than our spouses.
Back at home, Sue wanted us to take a shower before bed, which became almost a fuckfest in the shower. I didn't come again there, but after the oral loving that Sue had been looking forward to, we made love till I filled her to overflowing while she squirmed and moaned under me.
We fell asleep in each other's arms discussing who would get up for a towel.