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The Vacation Chapter 10 part 4
The Vacation Chapter 10 part 4
The old motorcycle throbbed with unleashed power as Kyle MacClenny cruised down the Pacific Coast highway towards Santa Barbara. He was four days into his journey from Vancouver, BC.
He cut the ties with the city of his birth when he packed his favorite clothes into his duffle and donated the remaining items to charity including all furnishings of his apartment that were exclusively his. He handed his keys to the landlord and shook the man's hand. It would be up to Mike to contact his ex-fiancé Gwen Carrington to let her collect the rest of the items in the apartment before it went back on the market.
Gwen was under court order to stay away from Kyle after she assaulted him, a flight attendant, and an Air Marshal on their recent flight back from France. The last time he had seen her was in the courtroom and she avoided looking at him which was a small mercy. The judge ordered her to seek counseling on her obsessive behavior or face jail time. He hoped she took it to heart.
Kyle had informed his employer that he was giving his two weeks’ notice, and, in that time, he would be using the two weeks of vacation time they still owed him. His boss had been gracious as he really liked Kyle. He probably held out hope that Kyle might return to the fold once he had recovered from whatever was driving him to make this bold change in his life.
Though he had originally intended on flying to California, his plans had rapidly evolved.
His minimizing effort meant leaving nothing he needed behind as it would be a permanent change. He gave notice on his storage unit.
It took a week to get his motorcycle roadworthy. It was a Harley Davidson Heritage Softail Classic he had inherited from his father. It was the only thing he had received when the emotionally distant man passed away. The few good memories he had of his father revolved around helping him maintain the machine. It was his father who inspired him to get his own license to ride.
He had put it in storage well before meeting Gwen and when he discovered her surprisingly intense distaste for motorcycles, he had... failed to mention he owned one. When he thought back on that, he realized it was probably the only act of defiance he had ever made while she was changing him to be her ideal mate. While his relationship with his father had been anything but emotionally close, the motorcycle was... intensely important to him. He had given it tender care over the years and kept it in running condition... when Gwen allowed him the free time.
Today, the big bike purred its deep rumble, expressing its satisfaction at finally being allowed to do what it did best. The late afternoon sunlight flashed across the expanse of chrome, making the highly buffed black paint look deeper and darker than it was.
The black paint combined with the chrome detailing and big, shiny V twin engine was a beautiful combination. Especially when paired up with white-walled tires and kitted out with the studded leather trunk bag and twin saddlebags.
The three bags currently contained all of Kyle's earthly belongings. He had taken the minimizing ethic to heart and only retained the essentials. The feeling of freedom that gave him was incredible.
When he first received his inheritance, he had been too intimidated to ride the powerful bike and only tinkered with it. One of the side benefits of Gwen's pushing him to get so fit was that he was now strong enough to control the Harley. Still, riding it demanded his complete attention and respect.
He was wearing his leathers and a full-face helmet which drew some stares, glares, and sneers from the riders who opted for T-shirts, jeans, and those barely there. skull toppers that left most of your head and face exposed. He shrugged it off as to each, their own.
He had called Fiona last night to let her know he would be arriving in Santa Barbara around the dinner hour. He grinned as he recalled her happy and excited squeal. She asked him to meet her at the new five-star hotel her parents had recently built high on a hillside overlooking Santa Barbara and the ocean. They had opened it the previous spring and the posh hotel was already in high demand. She was immensely proud of it, and she wanted to show it off... and him as well.
He saw his exit and pulled off the highway, glad to be on a road with more interesting scenery. He followed the traffic through a shopping district which became a series of neighborhoods, all the while gradually making his way closer to the hills. Then he was winding his way upwards while the houses got larger and farther apart with more dense vegetation for privacy and was the proper neighborhood for a grand hotel.
He spotted the hotel's sign to the left and pulled off onto a smaller side road and finally into a large circular courtyard. A large Mercedes sedan was slowly easing its way backwards out of a parking spot close to the entrance, so Kyle waited until he pulled away from the spot. As he maneuvered the big motorcycle into the spot. he saw the sedan driver giving him the evil eye. Kyle grinned to himself as he pushed the kickstand out and shut off the motor. It felt good to stand and stretch.
He pulled off the helmet, stuffing his gloves inside, and ran his fingers through his hair as he looked in a rear-view mirror. Meh, it would do. He took out his kerchief and dried his face and neck. He really needed a shower but first things first. He had a lady to see.
Two men in hotel uniforms stood on either side of the walkway leading into the front entrance of the hotel. They were not sure what to make of him in his black leathers.
The entire five story building was built on a slope, so the lobby was in the middle of the building, the third floor with two upper floors of guest suites and two lower floors with more guest suites. The main restaurant, lounge, and bar were also on the level with the lobby. It was a very wide building.
As Kyle walked in the sliding glass doors. he heard a yelp and saw white blond hair rush out of the office door to the left of the wide reception counter. Fiona was grinning from ear to ear as she dashed across the lobby to jump into his arms.
The woman had large, top notch breast implants and watching her run towards him was almost as rewarding as feeling them pressed against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He worried what was showing as she was wearing a dress that only came down as far as mid-thigh.
Her mouth was on his and her tongue was in his mouth as she clung to him. He kissed her passionately in return and felt her trembling in his arms.
When he finally pulled back from her full lips, she was swooning a little.
"Oh my god, I missed that!" she sighed.
"Hello Fiona," he said with a smile as he gently lowered her to her feet.
She was drinking in how rough and rugged he looked in his leathers then her expression turned to surprise. "Wait! You are wearing leather! I heard a deep rumble of a motorcycle! That was you?!?" she gasped.
He grinned at her and nodded.
"Show me!" she exclaimed with glee and dragged him by the handout the doors. He led her to the motorcycle, and she gasped.
"It's gorgeous! Oh my god! You have to take me for a ride!" She paused as she heard what she had said. She turned to look at him with a hungry smile. "You really have to take me for a ride," she purred, and he caught the innuendo.
"Are you ready to have this much power between your legs?" he asked with one raised brow.
She giggled at his corny line then pressed her tits against his chest once more and tilted her face up to his. He tipped his face down and stroked her lips with his, nibbling them until she grabbed his jacket with a sudden intake of breath and pressed her mouth to his more firmly.
"Fuck, you're going to make me cum in my panties!" she whispered to him after the kiss.
"We can't have that! You'd better take them off."
She pushed back from his chest her eyes wide as she smiled. "Phew! Let us take a breath. I made dinner plans for us tonight. Then we'll have that fun!"
He smiled and nodded.
"When did you get this?" she asked as she looked back at the Harley.
He smiled fondly at it. "It was my father's. I inherited it years ago and I have had it in storage. I've been keeping it in running condition, but I never got to ride it very often."
"Gwen let you have a motorcycle?" Fiona asked skeptically.
He shrugged. "I didn't tell her I had it."
To be continued
The old motorcycle throbbed with unleashed power as Kyle MacClenny cruised down the Pacific Coast highway towards Santa Barbara. He was four days into his journey from Vancouver, BC.
He cut the ties with the city of his birth when he packed his favorite clothes into his duffle and donated the remaining items to charity including all furnishings of his apartment that were exclusively his. He handed his keys to the landlord and shook the man's hand. It would be up to Mike to contact his ex-fiancé Gwen Carrington to let her collect the rest of the items in the apartment before it went back on the market.
Gwen was under court order to stay away from Kyle after she assaulted him, a flight attendant, and an Air Marshal on their recent flight back from France. The last time he had seen her was in the courtroom and she avoided looking at him which was a small mercy. The judge ordered her to seek counseling on her obsessive behavior or face jail time. He hoped she took it to heart.
Kyle had informed his employer that he was giving his two weeks’ notice, and, in that time, he would be using the two weeks of vacation time they still owed him. His boss had been gracious as he really liked Kyle. He probably held out hope that Kyle might return to the fold once he had recovered from whatever was driving him to make this bold change in his life.
Though he had originally intended on flying to California, his plans had rapidly evolved.
His minimizing effort meant leaving nothing he needed behind as it would be a permanent change. He gave notice on his storage unit.
It took a week to get his motorcycle roadworthy. It was a Harley Davidson Heritage Softail Classic he had inherited from his father. It was the only thing he had received when the emotionally distant man passed away. The few good memories he had of his father revolved around helping him maintain the machine. It was his father who inspired him to get his own license to ride.
He had put it in storage well before meeting Gwen and when he discovered her surprisingly intense distaste for motorcycles, he had... failed to mention he owned one. When he thought back on that, he realized it was probably the only act of defiance he had ever made while she was changing him to be her ideal mate. While his relationship with his father had been anything but emotionally close, the motorcycle was... intensely important to him. He had given it tender care over the years and kept it in running condition... when Gwen allowed him the free time.
Today, the big bike purred its deep rumble, expressing its satisfaction at finally being allowed to do what it did best. The late afternoon sunlight flashed across the expanse of chrome, making the highly buffed black paint look deeper and darker than it was.
The black paint combined with the chrome detailing and big, shiny V twin engine was a beautiful combination. Especially when paired up with white-walled tires and kitted out with the studded leather trunk bag and twin saddlebags.
The three bags currently contained all of Kyle's earthly belongings. He had taken the minimizing ethic to heart and only retained the essentials. The feeling of freedom that gave him was incredible.
When he first received his inheritance, he had been too intimidated to ride the powerful bike and only tinkered with it. One of the side benefits of Gwen's pushing him to get so fit was that he was now strong enough to control the Harley. Still, riding it demanded his complete attention and respect.
He was wearing his leathers and a full-face helmet which drew some stares, glares, and sneers from the riders who opted for T-shirts, jeans, and those barely there. skull toppers that left most of your head and face exposed. He shrugged it off as to each, their own.
He had called Fiona last night to let her know he would be arriving in Santa Barbara around the dinner hour. He grinned as he recalled her happy and excited squeal. She asked him to meet her at the new five-star hotel her parents had recently built high on a hillside overlooking Santa Barbara and the ocean. They had opened it the previous spring and the posh hotel was already in high demand. She was immensely proud of it, and she wanted to show it off... and him as well.
He saw his exit and pulled off the highway, glad to be on a road with more interesting scenery. He followed the traffic through a shopping district which became a series of neighborhoods, all the while gradually making his way closer to the hills. Then he was winding his way upwards while the houses got larger and farther apart with more dense vegetation for privacy and was the proper neighborhood for a grand hotel.
He spotted the hotel's sign to the left and pulled off onto a smaller side road and finally into a large circular courtyard. A large Mercedes sedan was slowly easing its way backwards out of a parking spot close to the entrance, so Kyle waited until he pulled away from the spot. As he maneuvered the big motorcycle into the spot. he saw the sedan driver giving him the evil eye. Kyle grinned to himself as he pushed the kickstand out and shut off the motor. It felt good to stand and stretch.
He pulled off the helmet, stuffing his gloves inside, and ran his fingers through his hair as he looked in a rear-view mirror. Meh, it would do. He took out his kerchief and dried his face and neck. He really needed a shower but first things first. He had a lady to see.
Two men in hotel uniforms stood on either side of the walkway leading into the front entrance of the hotel. They were not sure what to make of him in his black leathers.
The entire five story building was built on a slope, so the lobby was in the middle of the building, the third floor with two upper floors of guest suites and two lower floors with more guest suites. The main restaurant, lounge, and bar were also on the level with the lobby. It was a very wide building.
As Kyle walked in the sliding glass doors. he heard a yelp and saw white blond hair rush out of the office door to the left of the wide reception counter. Fiona was grinning from ear to ear as she dashed across the lobby to jump into his arms.
The woman had large, top notch breast implants and watching her run towards him was almost as rewarding as feeling them pressed against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He worried what was showing as she was wearing a dress that only came down as far as mid-thigh.
Her mouth was on his and her tongue was in his mouth as she clung to him. He kissed her passionately in return and felt her trembling in his arms.
When he finally pulled back from her full lips, she was swooning a little.
"Oh my god, I missed that!" she sighed.
"Hello Fiona," he said with a smile as he gently lowered her to her feet.
She was drinking in how rough and rugged he looked in his leathers then her expression turned to surprise. "Wait! You are wearing leather! I heard a deep rumble of a motorcycle! That was you?!?" she gasped.
He grinned at her and nodded.
"Show me!" she exclaimed with glee and dragged him by the handout the doors. He led her to the motorcycle, and she gasped.
"It's gorgeous! Oh my god! You have to take me for a ride!" She paused as she heard what she had said. She turned to look at him with a hungry smile. "You really have to take me for a ride," she purred, and he caught the innuendo.
"Are you ready to have this much power between your legs?" he asked with one raised brow.
She giggled at his corny line then pressed her tits against his chest once more and tilted her face up to his. He tipped his face down and stroked her lips with his, nibbling them until she grabbed his jacket with a sudden intake of breath and pressed her mouth to his more firmly.
"Fuck, you're going to make me cum in my panties!" she whispered to him after the kiss.
"We can't have that! You'd better take them off."
She pushed back from his chest her eyes wide as she smiled. "Phew! Let us take a breath. I made dinner plans for us tonight. Then we'll have that fun!"
He smiled and nodded.
"When did you get this?" she asked as she looked back at the Harley.
He smiled fondly at it. "It was my father's. I inherited it years ago and I have had it in storage. I've been keeping it in running condition, but I never got to ride it very often."
"Gwen let you have a motorcycle?" Fiona asked skeptically.
He shrugged. "I didn't tell her I had it."
To be continued
Published 8th Jul 2021
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8th Jul 2021 7:55pm
I had to reread the previous chapter to bring me up to par... for this chapter... This novel is moving as I assumed it would.. in a nice readable pace, it is quite fitting when a written chapter can stand on its on...and thus far, all your chapters are capable of that gift... great work my future novelist ..
8th Jul 2021 8:33pm
