1. The Mediterranean Guesthouse Chapter 6 - the end


    Date: 1/22/2015, Categories: Anal, First Time, Author: arsch_chiis, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    would have stopped me, right Archie?’ she says, standing up. I doubt I would have cared much if a bus full of tourists would have gone past when I was exploding into Kate’s mouth. ‘I did not notice them until they were right on top of us.’ I answer. ‘I don’t care. Shall we go? Let’s ride to the village near the summit for a sandwich or something?’ ‘Sounds good.’ I answer. ‘Do you want to try the Agusta?’ Kate says zipping up her jacket. ‘Sure, I would love to!’ We switch bikes and Kate takes again point on the Ducati, as she is more familiar with the roads. The Agusta is, if possible, even angrier than the other Italian. The throttle is incredibly sensitive, even the smallest twist of the throttle seems to want to accelerate the bike much faster than I would like to. It takes a few minutes to get used to, but eventually I learn to trust the bike and the sticky tires, just trying to always aim it straight before accelerating out of the corners. The Ducati was more forgiving, but man, both of these bikes are incredibly exciting! They both feel alive, and now when we become more used to the response and the behavior of the bikes in the tighter corners, we begin to enjoy the ride even more. The road is again empty as before, the lone group of cyclists and us are the exceptions to what Kate said before, and nobody seems to be enjoying this twisty mountain tarmac trail. The trees thin out even more, and the road climbs smoothly ever more up the mountain slope. The wind is cooling ...
    us down again, and the satisfied feeling in my groin and the chance of riding these beautiful bikes in such company and such perfect scenery and road is making me so happy I could cry. It is one of those perfect moments that one gets sometimes in life. Kate takes a couple of intersections and we reach the road that takes us to the Troodos village near the top of the mountain. We park the bikes in front of a café, hang our helmets on the bike. Kate has to just unzip her jacket partially because of having no shirt underneath. We buy some sandwiches and two cokes and sit in the shade. We eat and chat about the perfect rides we got by surprise from the rental. Both the bikes are great, I prefer the slightly easier to ride Ducati, Kate loves the aggression in the Agusta. We agree to switch back for the final ride back to the rental agency. When we are done and climbing back onto the bikes, Kate says to me: ‘I have one place I want to stop at when we ride back. To get something for tonight.’ ‘What place?’ ‘You’ll see. Just follow me.’ and she accelerates away. I have no choice but to follow her as we ride down the mountain. The road is familiar to me, I have been going down this same road a couple times now on the bicycle. Doing it on the Ducati, everything seems much faster and shorter. I can now appreciate the good brakes and the good traction from the front wheel. But there is more traffic, so we take it easy. There is more traffic on this road. We have to just follow the flow ...
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