1. The Mediterranean Guesthouse Chapter 6 - the end


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

    eyes linger on the beautiful streamlined body, I spot the numbers 848 and know it is a Ducati. The bike on the right, a combination of white and black and red, I do not recognize. It has letters F3 on the side, but I do not instantly recognize the brand of the bike. Kate is also looking at the bikes, and Andreas is standing back, letting us have the moment to admire at the shop’s treasures. We step closer, and as I gravitate towards the sensual figure of the red Ducati, Kate instinctively moves toward the other bike. The Ducati is just beautiful, the front of the bike low slung, the two driving lights looking like the eyes of a bird of prey, the narrow red sides covering the desmosedici masterpiece hidden in the heart of the red-tube-frame. Kate is already standing next to the other bike and I turn to look at it. Now I spot the small text on the side of the tank. MV Agusta. I have a feeling we are looking at two pretty expensive bikes. Turning to look at Andreas, who is still standing by the door, apparently feeling proud at his shop’s hidden gems, I ask him about the rent for these special bikes. ‘For the Ducati, 120 euro a day, for the Agusta, 150 euro a day.’ That is a lot if we have to take the bikes for two days, and looking at Kate I see that she is thinking the same. Then I ask if we could just rent them for today, return at the closing of the shop. Andreas takes out his cell phone and calls the manager again. I look at Kate and she is nodding to me, if they are ok ...
    just taking these babies out for a few hours, she is game. Andreas hangs up the call. ‘Yes, we can do it. We close at 6 pm. You are back around 5.30 pm it is ok.’ Awesome! We go back to the main shop, and on our way back Andreas says something to the mechanic. ‘Nicolaos will bring the bikes up front for you.’ he says to us. We finish up the rental agreement and when we step out of the shop, me in my jacket and my full face helmet in hand, Kate in her gorgeous leather pants and a matching tight black leather jacket, the Ducati and the Agusta are waiting for us in front. Andreas walks us through the controls of the bikes and starts them up. The Ducati starts up and sounds angry, the revs jumping instantly up before settling to a lumpy cold idle. The bike sounds like some huge feline cat, a panther or a mountain lion, that has been woken too early from her sl**p. The Agusta roars awake with similar cacophony, the revs ripping through our bodies. Andreas reminds us that we should let each bike warm up for a few minutes before driving, and also reminds us that they are equipped with a GPS data logger and he can check later that we haven’t over revved them or taken them to dirt roads. The deductible on the bikes was huge, so we definitely want to return these bikes in perfect shape. With the two bikes idling in front of us, it is as if they are some kind of sl**ping a****ls, maybe big sl**ping cats, purring there in the noon sun, aware of us but conscious of their own power. I ...
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