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.