Chapter 65

"You wanted an adventure! We're on it!"

"OK. See you at five-thirty."

I was packed and my pack tied to the front of my bike. I had stopped on Wednesday and bought a surprise for Colleen and that was hidden in the pack too. I changed into traveling clothes at the end of work and stashed my working clothes in my desk. By five-fifteen I was parking the bike in Colleen's driveway. Before I could even get off the bike she was out the door and in my arms.

We kissed and I started to get hard.

"Please kiss me like you did."

I did. Then I checked her out, seeing her dressed in great looking jeans, a western shirt of purple and green, the loaned leather jacket, the black boots... and that smile. I made sure her pack was secure on her and then I helped her get on the bike. I gave her a few minutes talking about how to safely ride on the back of the bike, got her helmet on and we were on the road.

I took some back roads to get us out of L.A. and joined Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu. It was crowded and I rode in the traffic because I worried that lane splitting in the first hour would freak her out. In Santa Barbara we stopped for dinner and to see how she was doing.

She got off the bike and took off her helmet. I dismounted and my helmet came off. She hugged me and kissed my cheek, whispering, "I think I had an orgasm back there."

"Really? Can I check?"

"That won't help! I've been soaked since you called me at work!"

"So, you're having fun?"

"God, yes!"

"Good. Let's eat."

We ate out on the pier and watched the sun set. I don't know how romantic it was but from Colleen's reaction I think it was at least a nine of ten. All her talk was about how much fun she was having and a hundred questions about the bike and being a biker. As we walked off the pier Colleen said, "What's next?"

"You want more riding or stay here?"

"I want both! I love riding with you. I love the feel of the wind and having my arms around you, and seeing people looking at us as we ride by. They look at me like I'm a biker chick not some old woman!"

"Look at the people as we walk. We're not even on the bike and they look at us like we're bikers. That's a big part of why I ride. I love the reactions of ordinary folk."

"I'm sixty years old and I've never felt more alive than I have today. Thank you!" She took my hand and we walked the rest of the way to the bike. I walked passed the bike and into the office of the motel we were parked in front of. Colleen gripped my hand tighter.

I sent her out to the bike to get my pack and paid for a room with a view of the harbor. We would be on the second floor. The manager told me our bike would be safer if I parked it next to the office. I took the key for the room and gave it to Colleen on my way to move the bike.

When I opened the door to the room Colleen was in the bathroom and I could hear the shower running. A minute later I knocked on the door.

"May I come in?"

"Uhhhh... yes."

As the door opened I saw her jeans and other things folded neatly beside the sink. I was nude and semi-hard. I opened the door to the shower and Colleen was facing away from me. I looked at her, taking in the sights as I looked. Nice hips, firm cheeks, two dimples just above her ass, a slender waist and the hint of ribs. A rivulet of soap suds ran down her back and had started to descend across her right butt cheek.

I stepped in and wrapped my arms around her. I felt her knees go a little weak. I kissed her neck and she turned to face me.

"I apologize. I have an old woman's body. I..."

My lips stopped her speech. My hands began a slippery exploration of her body. She was sixty, but not flabby, not fat, and I discovered she had shaved everything. When my fingers touched her smooth pussy she started to go weak in the knees again. I stopped the exploration and said, "Let's get out and dry before we fall and get hurt."

"Let's get you all clean first."

Her hands and the soap cleaned almost all of me in record time. She left my ass and equipment until last. Then she did a good job on both. Not a sensual exploration but a good job of making sure I was clean.

She shut off the water and we got out. I grabbed a towel and started to dry her. She pulled back, just a little.

I stopped. "What's wrong?"

"I'm ashamed of my old body. I'm wrinkled and old looking."

"Did you think I proposed this trip and being with you because I thought the boss was wrong and you weren't sixty but nineteen?"

"No."

"Do you think the body I live in is the same age as the image I have of me in my head?"

"No."

"So, make me a deal. When I look at, and feel, and caress, and kiss your body I will only see you at sixty and when you do anything with me you see the me that is here now; sixty years old too."

"You're sixty?"

"Yes. I turned sixty last November. The body may not look great but everything works OK. Now, can I finish getting us dry?"

Colleen nodded. I dried her and then myself. We walked into the bedroom and stood at the foot of the king sized bed.

"Another adventure."

"Yes. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes. What's next?"

"Remember kissing?"