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Utah Fun 
by D-Man (dman@onramp.net)
1996 True Story 

***

A guy's encounter with a couple of women at a roadside 
restaurant. (MFF, voy, mast)

***

A couple of years ago, I was in Utah just touring the 
sites on my bike. (Sorry, not a Harley) I love Utah 
because it has so many natural wonders. Anything that 
is outdoors is great because you can become one with 
nature. (yeah, I know, kinda sounds cheesy and stolen, 
but it's the truth) I loved the wind blowing in my face 
and through my long hair while I was riding down the 
long open roads. 

I was in need of gas pretty bad so I stopped at the 
first station I saw which wasn't too far down the road. 
I pulled my bike along side the pumps and got off. 
Luckily that day I was wearing my favorite clothes, 
they tend to draw attention everywhere I go. My boots, 
the best part of the outfit, leather motorcycle boots 
with that cool buckle on the side. My pants were the 
faded variety of blue jeans with the holes in the knees 
(actually worn that way, not fabricated) and my 
favorite flannel shirt with a leather jacket to match 
the boots. 

I was pretty tired when I stopped, so after I pumped 
the gas I parked the bike beside the station and threw 
my jacket across it and walked to the little bench in 
front, under the awning, and sat down to rest a bit. 
The owner walked up and sat down beside me on the 
bench. He was an ugly old fart, looked to be about 60 
or so. His white hair wasn't so white because he had 
grease around the edges, I suppose where he wiped the 
sweat away. 

I handed him the money for the gas and he went inside 
and put it in the cash register. He came back out and 
sat down again and just as I thought, he wiped the 
sweat from his brow with his grease rag. 

"Bout' time for an oil change there man," I said. He 
thought about it for a second and looked at the rag and 
laughed. 

"Yeah, I believe you're right son." He got up again and 
went inside and came back out with a couple of sodas. 
It was pretty warm and I didn't complain a bit. I 
offered to pay him, but he wouldn't take the money. 
Said I shouldn't have to suffer and that one free soda 
wasn't going to kill him. 

After I had finished my soda and talked with the old 
man for a while, I decided it was about time to hit the 
road again. I tied my jacket and helmet down on back 
and took off. I was looking for a good place to go eat 
and the old man had told me about this great little 
bistro in the next town. Only problem was, the next 
town was almost 40 miles, so I had better ride fast 
because I was starving! 

I pulled the throttle back all the way and like a 
rocket I took off. I rode for a little while at a high 
rate of speed and thought I should slow down because 1: 
I wasn't wearing my helmet, and 2: I didn't want a 
ticket. I heard that Utah had some badass highway 
patrolmen. It was too late though, about 10 miles out 
of town I saw a highway patrol car on the side of the 
road and I was coming up fast on him. Too late, had to 
keep going because I knew he had already clocked me on 
radar. 

Before I knew it, he had me stopped on the shoulder and 
had me handcuffed. He asked me if I knew how fast I was 
going and I told him I was too afraid to look at the 
speedometer. He laughed and told me I was going 145. I 
told him I didn't think that those cars could go that 
fast. They can. 

Anyway, he took me to the county jail and I had to make 
bail. I called a friend here and he wired me the money. 
I still haven't paid him back yet. It was $1,000 bucks. 
Ged, sorry... I will pay you back someday. (maybe! But 
thanks anyway!) 

I walked out of the jail about 4 hours after being put 
in and walked to the impound yard to get my bike. 
Luckily it wasn't too far. The bail included the 
impound fee so I showed the lot manager the receipt and 
he just shook his head and pointed my bike out. 

I took off and went to the bistro the old man had told 
me about. They didn't even feed me in jail. I parked my 
bike outside and walked in, and sat down at a table in 
the corner. A waitress walked to the table and put a 
glass of water on the table and asked if she could take 
me order. 

I looked up at her and saw that she was severely ugly. 
I don't think I had seen a woman this ugly before 
except in a freak show. I just kept staring at her in 
amazement. "Can I take your order sir?" she said in a 
waiting tone. I just kept staring. 

Man, was she ugly. (I would describe her, but I don't 
think you want to read it!) Finally she got fed up with 
me and walked away. She walked in the back and I could 
see her through the double doors that led into the 
kitchen. I saw her talking to someone, but couldn't see 
them, they were standing behind a wall. I could see the 
waitress waving her arms about telling the person about 
me. I smiled and turned back to the table and took a 
drink of water. 

I was looking out the window and heard this small 
female voice in the booth behind me. The booths had 
tall thin partitions between them so you couldn't see 
the people next to you. She was ordering chicken cordon 
bleu, and just the sound of her ordering made me 
hungry... and horny. Her voice was so petite and sweet. 
It was like soft music playing. I was wanting to see 
this person so bad, but imagining her was great. She 
could be anyone. A movie star, porno star (hopeful 
thinking!), or she could be that waitress' sister. (God 
forbid!) 

She must have been alone because I didn't hear her 
talking anymore after she ordered. The waitress came 
back to my table and said "Look bud, are you gonna 
order or stare at me all day this time?" I smiled and 
apologized for staring at her earlier and ordered my 
food. She walked away mumbling to herself. Must have 
been the first time she had ever been stared at before. 
All the other people must have run. 

I continued to listen for the girl to talk again but 
never heard anything except the occasional scraping of 
her fork on the plate. I had to hear that voice again. 
I tapped twice gently on the partition. I heard a 
response of, "Who's there?" 

My heart almost skipped a beat after hearing her lovely 
voice. I replied, "Keyle. What's your name?" 

She said "Cathy. But everyone calls me Cat." 

"Hi Cat. I heard your voice when you ordered and 
thought it was so beautiful. I just had to hear it 
again." 

"Well, now that we are talking to each other, does it 
still sound beautiful as the first time?" 

"Yes, even more so," I said smiling behind the 
partition. I heard her laugh and this all but melted me 
in my seat. My food came to me and I was so hungry I 
forgot all about talking to the girl until I finished 
eating. 

After I was done eating, I knocked on the wall again 
and asked if she was still there. "Yes, I'm still here 
Keyle." We talked for a bit and while we were doing so, 
I leaned back against the wall and put my legs up on 
the seat. I noticed there was a somewhat large hole in 
the back of the seat where the bottom half met the top. 
I leaned down to see if I could see anything through 
the hole, but I couldn't. 

"Are you still there?" she asked and I told her I was. 
I didn't say anything about the hole to her. "What are 
you doing over there?" she said laughing. 

"Just getting comfortable," I told her. 

"I think I will too. This seat is kinda hard so I am 
gonna lean back against the wall." 

We continued talking and all the time we were doing so 
I was fantasizing about what she looked like. I 
imagined her with long straight blonde hair that 
touched her ass and swings in the wind when she walks. 
Her face tan, with a little bit of makeup on it. Her 
lips deep red from lipstick, slightly parted. Her teeth 
pearl white and in perfect alignment. Her neck long and 
smooth leading to strong shoulders. I pictured her 
wearing a white cotton half shirt and blue jeans that 
cling to her body. Just thinking about this was really 
turning me on. 

I poked around the hole in the seat while we talked 
seeing how far it went. I could fit my whole hand in 
the hole, but on the other side where it came out I 
could only put one or two fingers through. I didn't 
know it, but the hole had gone all the way through the 
wall to the other booth. Some kid must have done it 
when his parents left him in the booth by himself. At 
the time, I didn't know she could see my fingers coming 
through the other side, but I soon found out. 

We continued talking and I kept fingering the hole (no 
pun!). I heard her moving around. "NOW what are you 
doing?" I asked. 

"Getting comfortable again," she said. It was dark 
outside now and the bistro lighting was dim like most 
are. 

I was talking to her and had my fingers in the hole 
still playing when I felt something hit them. She 
didn't say anything, so I kept playing. (Don't ask me 
why I was playing with this hole, I guess it was just a 
nervous reaction) All of a sudden, I felt something 
soft come into contact. It felt like clothing. I pulled 
my hand out, knowing now that the hole went to the 
other booth for sure. 

I didn't want to scare this girl by accidentally 
fingering her asshole. She knocked on the partition and 
asked me, "Are you still there? Why did you move your 
fingers?" 

I just sat there for a second thinking. "I didn't want 
to scare you when you bumped my fingers." 

"Do you have a pocket knife?" she asked. 

I wondered why she wanted it and I told her that I did. 
(I always carry one. My grandpa gave me it when I was 
young) "Put it through the hole." 

I did and I heard a tearing noise. She was making the 
hole larger on her side. She pushed the knife back 
through and I could see her hand. She hand long thin 
fingers that were milky white, and very smooth looking. 
Her fingernails were painted bright red and were very 
glossy. She had an unusually ring on her index finger. 
It was a snake wrapped around an eagle. I have never 
seen another like it. 

I took the knife from her and put it back in my pocket. 
"Put you hand through now," she told me. I hesitated 
for a second and put my hand back in the hole. I slowly 
moved it to the other side and when it exited the hole, 
I felt the material again. I felt the material move up 
and could feel silk underwear. The underwear soon moved 
down and I could feel her smooth ass. 

"What are you doing?" I asked her and she said, "Just 
keep your hand there." 

I kept it there and I heard her move around. She had 
leaned against the back wall like I had done earlier. I 
could feel the heat from her body drawing closer. 

Soon I felt a moist pussy next to my hand. She had 
taken off her underwear and was wearing a skirt. She 
had pulled the skirt up next to the back of the booth. 
Nobody could see that she had it pulled up. This was 
the wildest thing I had ever done. I couldn't believe I 
was going to play with a girl's pussy in public. 

I moved my hand onto her pussy and began rubbing it 
gently. She didn't move for fear that someone might 
catch on. I kept nonchalantly laying back in my booth 
against the wall with my hand to my side in the hole. I 
kept my other arm on the table with the glass of water 
in my hand occasionally taking a drink. I lit up a 
cigarette knowing that I was definitely going to need 
it. 

I stroked her mound softly back and forth for quite a 
while. She was getting wetter every second that I did 
this because my hand was rubbing across her clit. 
"Finger me Keyle," I heard coming softly from behind 
the wall. I parted her swollen lips with my index and 
third finger. I slowly slid my middle finger in her 
tight hole. It was so wet I didn't have any problems 
sliding it in. I felt her move a little when I slid it 
in, her hips moving forward accepting my finger. 

I probed the soft inside, moving my finger around the 
walls of her pussy. I began pushing and pulling it in 
and out, and could feel her squeeze with each stroke, 
almost crushing my finger with her power. I heard her 
moan softly, looking around to see if anyone was 
looking. Everyone was talking and eating away happily, 
not seeming to notice us, except for one person...the 
waitress. She was sitting at a table in the corner 
opposite from us, taking her break I suppose. She was 
staring right at us, but I couldn't stop what I was 
doing. I might make Cat mad. 

The waitress had a view of both of us from her 
position. I kept staring at her, she back. I watched 
the look on her face as I was fingering Cat. She seemed 
excited by what we were doing. She got up and walked to 
the bathroom, and came back out a minute or two later 
out of her waitress uniform and in street clothes. She 
was wearing a short skirt and a halter top. 

I don't know why, but I had to just stare at her. She 
sat back down, her eyes never leaving us. When she sat 
down, her legs were spread some and I could see them 
underneath the tablecloth. She wasn't wearing any 
underwear. This turned me on even more than I was then, 
even though she was terribly ugly. 

She put her hand down under the table between her legs, 
never moving her eyes away. She parted her legs more 
and put her hand between them. Her pussy glistened from 
being excited. She began rubbing her clit and the 
inside of her thighs. She slid her finger inside her 
pussy and brought it out and put it to her mouth. She 
seductively put her finger in her mouth and tasted her 
own juices. 

My cock was rock hard and ready to blow. I couldn't 
handle two women. The waitress got up and walked over 
to my table. She whispered in my ear, "Move your hand." 

I took my hand away, and instantly Cat said through the 
wall, "What's wrong?" 

The waitress put her finger to her lips and pointed to 
herself. "Nothing, just a second while I get more 
comfortable," I told Cat. 

She said, "OK," and waited for my hand to return. 

The waitress scooted close to me and put her hand in 
the hole. She began to finger and rub Cat's pussy. "Oh, 
that is so great," Cat moaned. 

I kept looking at the waitress and put my hand under 
the tablecloth and on her thigh. She took her free hand 
and moved it to her pussy. I began stroking it. She 
unzipped my pants and reached in and pulled my cock 
out. She began stroking it up and down slowly at first, 
then got faster as she saw I was breathing heavier. I 
put my finger in her hole and began going as deep as I 
could. 

As she moved faster, so did I. Soon, I was ready to 
explode. She sped up quickly and I had no choice but to 
shoot my load on the bottom of the table. I came so 
hard that I made a medium loud moan. I looked around to 
see if anyone heard me, but nobody did. 

A little later, I felt the waitress' pussy contract and 
I knew what was happening. She threw her head back and 
her mouth opened. She let out a silent moan and 
quivered like she got a chill. I heard Cat moan, 
knowing she had come too. This time, someone heard. She 
took her hand from the hole and zipped my pants for me. 
She patted my bulge and got up and went out the door. 

Cat knocked on the wall. "That was so great, but I 
think someone heard me. Let's get out of here. 

I told her I needed to go to the bathroom first and 
would meet her at my bike. She said ok, and I went to 
the bathroom. I washed up and walked outside. I walked 
to my bike and looked around. I didn't see anyone. I 
got on and was about to start it when I saw a car pass 
in front of me. It was the waitress driving, and she 
had someone in the car with her. The girl in the 
passenger side was hot. She made me almost cum in my 
pants. 

The waitress waved at me and I waved back. Then the 
girl must have thought I was waving at her because she 
waved at me. I noticed a ring on her finger. It was 
just like the ring on Cat's. It was her. 

The car took off in a hurry, and I was going to follow, 
but I decided I had better leave it as it were. I had 
fun, and it was an interesting experience, but too much 
of a good thing can hurt you. It was time to move on. I 
started my bike and went down the road. 

Maybe one of these years I will visit that bistro 
again...

If you like my stories, then please feel free to e-mail 
me at: dman@onramp.net 

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