Remembering Three Wonderful Days....Day Two

Day two dawned hot, which was a bad sign for the upcoming temperature for the riders. We woke up, went to pee in the weeds around Violet's barn so that we wouldn't wake up everyone inside by making their big dog bark, and packed our car with our meager belongings, ready to head over to UMF. It was a quiet drive, both of us tired and aching. Malcolm did not wear his team jersey, instead opting for a sleeveless all cotton gray t-shirt, one who's armholes were large so as to let air flap through on the ride. As we got to the campus, I parked in a spot I probably shouldn't have been in, one that was right close to everything. Malcolm headed off to go check on his beloved bike, and make sure that it was a.)still present, and b.)not damaged. He found his wheels, wiped off the dew from his Brooks Saddle, and walked the bike back over to me so that he could get to the repairs tent. His tire pressure seemed low, and he pumped them back up to the 90 odd pounds of pressure he keeps them at. The number makes me cringe, and I always worry they'll explode.

At 7 am it was already 73 degrees out, and the humidity was rising. We went in to get breakfast to start the day, and fell into line with the other thousand riders also waiting. It wasn't an awful wait. The UMF staff was serving up breakfast cafeteria style, and people were flying through. We sat with some other riders from the Gritty's Pub team who wanted us to find them at the end of the day at Colby College, where all the major teams would have pavillion tents assembled in what they called "Tent City". My company would have the largest tent there with tons of free eats, but it would be fun to visit everyone else. Breakfast concluded, I let him know I wasn't going to wait for him to start, since I was worried that I'd be late getting to my rest stop. So he left, and I left, and the day began.

The drive/route on day two was a little easier in terms of elevation gains, but the roads were narrower and there were more roads in disrepair than on day one. The views were beautiful, however, and I stopped on my way to Madison to take some pics.

 Yes, I also took pics WHILE I was driving, and YES I'm straddling the middle line, and at times had to drive in the other lane to accommodate the riders. It got nerve wracking, especially coming up to the blind turns, but I just kept in mind that this was THEIR event, and I was there to help. I got to my rest stop in time, being at the second one this time.

It was a giant pavillion tent in a paper field, and the heat clustered underneath the tent, along with swirls of flies and other bugs. But we set to work making peanut butter sandwiches again for the riders snacks, along with cutting up oranges, apples, and grapes. I helped set out salty snacks, and filled in where I could as needed. It's fulfilling work to support this huge undertaking. I may never be able to ride in the event, but I can help, and that is a wonderful feeling. Our rest stop this time featured a face painting table, and I noticed, when the riders were coming through, that it wasn't manned, and people wanted it to be. So I stepped in, and face painted, arm painted, hand painted whatever anyone wanted. Cougars, pumas, team insignias and company logos, I did them all to the delight of the kids and adults both who were waiting in line for theirs. Malcolm of course smiled and cocked his eyebrow at me, his facial expression saying "Really? You're PAINTING??" LOL. I stopped to stay with him for the few minutes he was there, helped him get his water bottles refilled, and drank some ice cold water with him to rehydrate in the now 89 degree late morning. He didn't want to dawdle and stiffen, so he was off fairly quickly, off to conquer the eight miles until the next stop. We packed up, cleaned up, and set off, me trying to get to Colby College in Waterville as quickly as I could, knowing that he'd be exhausted, hot, and most likely cranky.

I had a hard time finding him at Colby, the campus just full and bustling with activity, tents, food, entertainment, and lots and lots of riders. Thank goodness we had our cell phones to find each other with. He was putting his bike in storage, getting ready for the next day's ride, and we met each other on the sidewalk below tent city. My back and hips were done from standing and painting, stooping, and serving, and he was just done, period. We were both exhausted, and the heat was frying my sunscreen free skin. We walked to Tent City, to our team's tent where we met with the captain, got his new team shirt, and ate...all around 3 pm. Neither of us had taken a shower in the morning, and, well, after a night of fooling around with Malcolm, we were both nasty as hell. We sat down and chowed, chatted with one of my co-workers, and Malcolm stripped off his shirt, rendering him virtually naked with only his skin tight micro biking shorts.

I noticed my co-worker looking a tad uncomfortable in Malcolm's overwhelmingly masculine presence, but I also noticed the scowl on his face, and knew better than to say anything to him when he was this hot and tired. He looked over at me picking at my veggie burger and wanted to know if I was ready to go. I did tell him that team photos were going to be taken in about 20 minutes, and he let me know, in no uncertain terms, that our team wouldn't miss him in the least, and that it was time for us to go.

We were staying at a motel that night, and we drove there, blasting the air conditioning. Upon arrival, I noticed that my body had decided to suddenly relax and let it all go, so I made the stupidest mad dash running for our room, almost crying when I couldn't find the elevator. I left a trail of my things in my hurry, and I heard Malcolm laughing all the way down the hallway as he picked up behind me. It was a quick jump for me from the toilet to the shower, FINALLY, and nothing in the world had ever felt so good as letting the water wash all the grit and filth away. God knows I love Malcolm, and God knows I love fucking the bejeezus out of him. But really, sex with him absolutely requires some kind of water afterwards, and preferably soap. The hotel shower was a godsend. He waited for me to finish, and took his own leisurely shower. He didn't want massage therapy, complaining that it hurt, that I was a sadist, and that it didn't help. Cry baby. We didn't sleep, but went shopping after at KMart buying him some shorts, both of us a matching pair of new sandals, more BenGay, and Ibuprofen. It was after this shopping trip that I got into an altercation with my sister and my mother over the phone, dissolving into tears in the middle of the parking lot and utterly breaking down. Malcolm took one look at me, heaved a huge sigh, hung up the phone for me, and said "Time for bed, NOW." So we went back to our motel around 4:30, and slept solid until 9 pm, when we decided it was time for supper.

Though he'd wanted liver and onions for supper from Governors, we'd overslept. So he took me on a mini date night to Ruby Tuesdays and we feasted, and talked, and held hands. We had an altogether amazing night, and we drove back to the motel, stomachs happy, and still exhausted. It was a pretty unanimous decision to just go to bed, full stomach and all, and once there, he fidgeted. He tossed, and turned, and he finally said "I just gotta fuck you, and it's not going to be pretty because I just don't have much in me." LOL, I asked him if he just wanted me to suck him off and he said "definitely not". So I asked him if he wanted me to ride, and he said No, he wanted to be on top, domming. Alrighty then. So he went down on me, to make sure I'd be wet for him, and he eased his hard cock inside, resting for a moment once he was in. This wasn't a hard fast fuck. It was soft and gentle, it was deep and slow. It was magnificent. But it didn't make me cum, and he knew it wouldn't. He blasted his cum into me, loving the way it felt as it tried to ooze back out around his cock. Then he laid on his back and gathered me into him, and told me to finish it for him, to make myself cum. He talked me through it telling me all his nasty fantasies, what he likes about our sex, what he wants to do soon. He let me tell him my fantasies, and told me he wants to make them all come true. And he bit my ear, and my shoulder, and spun increasingly nasty stories for me until I finally came hard and long, shaking with it, screaming with it, and then rocking for minutes with aftershocks. Going on almost 1 am, we closed our eyes and passed out.

Remembering Three Wonderful Days....The first day...

After sunrise, we gathered our things and repacked, got dressed, and ready to move out. Malcolm had forgotten his team jersey, so he wore another that he'd packed last minute. He didn't want me to huff all the way back down to the car, so he went to get it while I dragged our bags downstairs and somehow ended up on the backside of the Resort and had to walk around it in the soggy grass. Don't ask me how that happened, I have absolutely no idea in creation. When I met up with him again, he was dressed in his formal team jersey, a gift from the team captain to him since the original had been too tight across his chest and biceps anyway. He was stunning to look at. I wish I could post his picture because it is unforgettable. I can't describe how fucking sexy he looked in his tight bikers shorts, and his tight, fitted stand up collar bikers jersey. He rides for MY company, and it feel so good to see him socialize with all my co-workers like he's one of us, because he truly is. My co-workers had called him my spouse or husband all weekend, and he just stopped correcting them early on. So did I, it wasn't the time or place to start discussing open free relationships. LOL. We left from the Jordan and made our way over to the South Ridge where the starting line was. He prepped his bike, and fretted about leaving it, so i went to get us some breakfast while he guarded his precious baby. He ate lightly, not wanting to clog up his stomach before the first 25 mile jaunt, and he packed some fruit into his back pouches for the ride. We finally just sat and waited for all the team, all 102 riders, to assemble and approach the starting line. At around 8:30 am, they took to the line, and were off.
I followed in my car, trying to get to the station I was working at, and coming to the realization that I'd be following the bikers there the entire ride. I found it wonderful to pass by the paths that he'd be coming on later, it made me feel like I was there with him somehow. I did finally get to the rest stop at which I was working, and began to make about a million peanut butter fluff sandwiches for the impending riders. I also hoarded stuff for Malcolm that I knew would make the last lap easier for him, like energy squares and protein bars.
He'd refused to stretch before the ride started, and he got to the last rest stop where I was working a little later than I'd expected. I'd begun to worry that something had happened. A flat tire, an injury I hadn't heard about, car accident and any plethora of horrifying scenes that I could imagine up. But he finally came in, sweat drenched in the 80+ degree heat of the day complaining of the leg cramps he'd been having. The last 10 mile stretch before he got to my rest stop (the third and last of the day) had been like climbing Mt Crumpet from Whoville,

and his legs had seized up at least a dozen times on the ascent, an almost 900 mile elevation gain in a twisting, winding, hellish path. He'd been wishing for death for awhile. He didn't stay long, and didn't want any coddling. He got a snack, something lite, and refilled his bottles. He gladly took the energy squares I'd saved, kissed me, and left for the finish line, now only 12 miles away from finishing his first 60 miles of the weekend.
I finished cleaning up at my stop around 3 pm (well after he'd finished) and I left to go pick him up at the UMF campus. I knew he was done, that he was miserable, and that there was no place comfortable for him to relax while he waited for me. Our friend Liz had joined me at my rest stop, declaring as she found me "I should have known you'd be serving food again", LOL, a joke referring to my catering endeavors with Affinity. She assisted in the clean up, and we both went to UMF, me in the car and her on her Harley.

We looked around for him, and finally found him sort of limping towards us, scowling. He'd set his bike for the next morning, and was ready to leave. Immediately. LOLOL

We headed over to our good friend Violet's house, who lives nearby and was putting us up for the night. Malcolm ran for the shower, and Violet was wonderful enough to wash his clothes for him. Her husband started supper while Violet took her girls to a softball game, and Malcolm, Liz and I headed up to the barn to start massage therapy on Malcolm. He was in agony, and his calves were twitching uncontrollably. Liz worked one calf, I did the other while Malcolm twisted in pain on the bed, his other muscles seizing up. I dosed him with Ibuprofen, and rubbed the BenGay on, and we urged him to rest for a moment. But Malcolm didn't want to rest. Liz was there, and he wanted to play, so play he did. I let him eat her to kingdom come while I licked and sucked her ginormous boobies. We didn't have any condoms, so I knew Malcolm wouldn't fuck her, but he fingered, fisted, licked, tongue fucked, and made her cum a few dozen times until the mattress was a wet mess. It was wonderful. He'd wanted me to take his place, but while I was laying there, all of MY muscles, which had been burning most of the day from me standing on a concrete floor serving food, froze, and I knew if I started to move the cramps and charlie horses would come. So I politely declined, begging fatigue.
Liz decided not to stay the night, to drive her big bad bike home on a perfect night. She left, and we went to have supper with Violet and her family. To this day it was the most delicious plateful of spaghetti I've ever eaten. We also found out that our late afternoon romp had been overheard by Violet's husband who'd been standing in the garage space underneath the barn loft we'd been playing in. Why he hadn't joined us I dunno. I kind of mentioned that to him and slapped his head :)
Malcolm and I went back to bed after, and he took the time to leisurely fuck me, alternating between ass and pussy. It was slow and sweet, building up until he burst and we both passed out under the fans. We slept cuddled into one another again, cold that night but both too tired to get up and look for the extra blanket. I relied on his furnace to warm us both, but 5 am came around mighty early again, and we had a much harder time raising our energy to meet the coming day. We left before our hosts were up, and weren't able to say goodbye, and we drove back to UMF, another hot day dawning for day two.

Remembering Three Wonderful Days - The Night Before...

I'd meant to write this so much sooner, when all the details were still fresh in my memory. But life has a way of intervening, and between two mothers to take care of, I find myself at a disadvantage, timewise. Malcolm's mother has also become my mother. She calls to chat, to ask me to visit with her, to ask me for things that she has need of, or just to get ahold of her son for her, LOL. I like it, and I know she's the closest thing to a mother in law I'll ever have. I told Malcolm I'd taken to calling her my mother in law, simply because the moniker "significant other's mother" is simply too complex for most people to comprehend, and it also gives me the authority to act on her behalf when it comes to social services. He thought it was a fine idea, and so long as she was ok with it, so was he. She was.

But I'm remembering our time on the Trek, where I had him to myself for three glorious days....no kids, no baby momma's and no mothers to interrupt. There was that matter of the 180 miles he had to bicycle, but he handled that just fine, sort of. The rest of the time with him was amazing. He's so easy to be with, and we have such a comfortable rhythm together. It's relaxing, intoxicating, like that erotic boil is always just under the surface, just waiting for a moment to erupt.

The night before Day One -
It was like getting ready for an event. I was frantic, like always, worried about not remembering everything we'd need...ibuprofin, monkey butt powder, camping equipment in case, blankets, pillows, clothes, snacks...it was like organizing a party from hell times 3. Making arrangements for Jujubear, who stayed with Jachin for a night, and then went to her normal sitter. Making my arrangements for my mom, who'd only recently gotten out of the hospital. But we only had to be in the mountains before 9 pm, so I had a lot of time to fret and get ready.
I picked him up around suppertime, and we packed the car with his bike and his bags, and we were on our way. The drive was beautiful, as only that particular drive can be coming from the coast and going up into some serious height of land.

We stopped at a Pizza Hut on our way, getting him a high carb supper to help get him ready for the ride, and we did our obligatory WalMart shopping before hitting the grounds of Sunday River

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We made it to the Grand Summit for registration right as it ended, picking up the 2 tons of paperwork, and all the giveaways they had ready for us. It was a beautiful night, and as we walked hand in hand in the mild evening mountain air, listening to the peepers and crickets singing all around us, we both shared how much we would love to have that kind of life, away from it all. I love that he always walks with me and never tries to hurry or rush me, that he's simply content to walk beside me in the moment and share a little space of earth and time with me. We made it back to the car and drove the almost 8 miles to the back side of the mountain to where we were staying at the Jordan Grand Resort Hotel. What a place.
Our room was incredible and spacious, and on the third floor with a balcony overlooking everything. We started getting settled, excitement for the next day finally making us giddy, the realization that we were really doing this huge event, and doing it together finally coming to rest between us like a blessing. I'd told him I wouldn't make the first move, that he shouldn't be expending all his energy on sex. But he's mostly like a coiled animal waiting to be released, and it started on the balcony with deep lingering kisses, wet with promise while his hands sought out my breasts to hold their soft curves, or the fat cheek of an ass.
We moved inside and took one look at that amazingly puffy and comfortable luxury bed, and it's stark and ghostly white sheets. Took one look at it and knew immediately that we were not worthy to fuck on such a magnificent bed. LOLOL, that we'd destroy it beyond recognition. The room was equipped with a sleeper couch, and Malcolm pulled the thin mattress out and put it on the floor for us, and padded it up to kingdom come. And he went down like a starving man, eating me, making me cum again and again and again, and then he started with the hand. He rubbed that spot, THAT SPOT that burns, and itches, and makes me want to fuck his hand until something breaks. And he'd keep his tongue on my clit while his hand drove me to insanity...until I cried because I simply couldn't cum any more. Then it was time for fucking.
He slammed his cock into me fast and hard because he'd pushed his own limit to the breaking point. He was rough, he was dominant. His hormones were raging, and he needed to mark his territory. There is a part of him that needs to prove to me that he is the be all and end all for me, that there will never be another lover to take his place, that nobody will ever satisfy me like he does. He becomes savage, marking me any way he can. And so with that intent, he fucked me until I climbed another peak for him, and squirted and squirted. Only then, with my own hormone and juice covering him head to toe did he cum, and cum like he was a dying man. He screamed, he bit, and he clutched my throat and my hair, finally collapsing and holding me close to his heart until he could breathe again. We cleaned up and got into the beautiful bed then, and slept curled up against each other, barely moving all night.

We woke up the next morning at 5 motherfucking A.M. I'm so not a morning person, and the fact that we'd fucked until past midnight didn't do anything for my morning disposition. But after a shower and a moment on our beautiful balcony looking at the sun rise over the mountains, I realized what a truly magical gift of a moment I was sharing with Malcolm.

We stood and enjoyed it for a moment more, putting off for just a couple of minutes more the event we'd come here for in the first place.