Adventures of Dirk: An Oceanside Bikers Gathering - Part 1

Dirk finds his favorite place on earth.

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The day was bright and clear without a cloud in the sky, the weather was
warm without being hot, and there was little if any wind. Traffic was minimal
at best, and this enabled Dirk to relax as he rode his Harley down the highway
at 70MPH, a black duffel bag full of his clothing and gear strapped across the
rear seat. Riding his bike in conditions like this was one of the things that
Dirk loved most in the world, and like most bikers this was a kind of therapy
for him that couldn t be found anywhere else. Whenever life s concerns and
distractions got to be too much for him, Dirk would fire up the bike and hit
the road, not going anywhere in particular but just going until either the bike
needed gas or he needed food, or both.

But today was different. Dirk was travelling with a destination in mind,
specifically the clubhouse of one of his MC s charters that was in the
neighboring state. They were celebrating their 10th anniversary and had planned
a monster party, one that Dirk wouldn t have missed for the world. The charter
was also located in his favorite beach resort town where his favorite beach
resort hotel, The Windjammer, was located, so there was no way he wasn t going
to make this party. He had already made his reservation at the hotel, although
he knew he d most likely end up spending the majority of the night at the
clubhouse enjoying the party and the hospitality of the club. He d had several
invites from club members to stay at their house, but Dirk politely declined
them all. As much as he loved the members of his club he always felt a little
out of place when he stayed overnight with one of them, and preferred the
privacy of his own hotel suite instead.

Besides, if he got lucky with one of the many girls he knew were going to be
at the party, he wanted a place to go where he could be assured of privacy and
comfort.

It was late in the afternoon when Dirk pulled into the parking lot of The
Windjammer, having been on the road for a little more than eight hours. He was
achy and tired from the ride, needing both a shower and a drink in the worst
way. He pulled his bike up under the awning of the main entrance to the hotel
and dropped the kickstand, his loud pipes turning every head within ear shot.
He drew a few disgusted looks from some of the snootier patrons when they saw
his colors and his long hair, but he truly didn t give a shit. He was worth
more than most of them on his worst day, so he really couldn t care less about
their opinion. He shut down the engine and got off, stretching for a moment
before going into the hotel and checking in. He came back out with a card key
for his room less than three minutes later, then got back onto his bike to move
it into the parking lot. Once there he shut the bike down, locked the ignition
and the forks, unstrapped the duffel bag and headed up to his room.

The room was located on the 22nd floor of the hotel and had a magnificent
view of the ocean. As soon as Dirk got into the room he dropped his bag on the
bed and went out onto the balcony, standing there and looking out at the ocean.
He smiled as he smelled the salt air and felt the ocean breeze on his face,
then closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of the waves and the water
for several long moments. Then he opened his eyes and looked up and down the
beach, still smiling.

This is my favorite place in the whole world! he said out loud to himself,
his smile getting bigger. It was late in the day on Saturday so the beach was
packed with tourists, but this didn t bother him. He wasn t there to go out on
the beach this trip, he was there to party and have a good time, so the crowd
of people on the beach wasn t important. He stood there for a few moments
longer, then turned and went back into the room to shower and change. He took
his leather vest with his club s colors on it off and dropped it on the bed,
the rest of his clothes following. A few minutes later he was in the shower,
standing under the stream of hot water and letting it wash away the achiness
and the road grime from today s ride. After his shower he unpacked, tossing his
clothes into the drawers of the dresser in the room, then got dressed and
headed down to the lounge to have a drink before going over to the clubhouse.
He knew the party was going to be big and loud, and he wanted to have at least
one drink in relative peace and quiet before he subjected himself to the noise
of the party.

He walked into the dimly lit lounge and headed towards the bar, glancing
around the room as he did so. It was early in the evening so the lounge wasn t very
full, with only two or three tables being occupied and less than half a dozen
people sitting at the bar. As he walked up to an empty stool he noticed a group
of three people, two women and a man, sitting at one of the tables. Dirk could
tell that the man and one of the women, a brunette with a very cute face and a
huge pair of tits, were obviously together since they were holding hands and
sitting very close to each other. The man looked to be quite a bit older than
the woman, maybe 20 years or so, he couldn t be sure, but Dirk was positive
that the man was at least old enough to be her father. And by the way they were
acting, he knew that wasn t it. Husband, maybe, but father- no. Not unless they
were into something really kinky, that is.

The other woman, a short blonde wearing a pink two piece outfit consisting
of a tight top that tied in the front and equally tight shorts, was sitting on
the other side of the table from them, smiling as they talked. She looked up at
him as he walked towards the bar, quickly giving him the once-over as she
continued talking to her friends. Then she smiled at him, pausing for a moment
in her conversation, before turning back to her friends and continuing the
conversation. Dirk continued on to the bar and sat down at a vacant stool,
ordering a shot of Blanton s straight up when the bartender came over to him.

Very good, sir! the bartender said, acknowledging Dirk s taste in bourbon. A
few moments later he brought the drink over and set it on the bar in front of
him, and Dirk picked it up to take a sip. He eyed the blonde woman in the
mirror behind the bar as he did so, taking his time and looking her over good.
She was small, around five foot nothing Dirk would have guessed, with long
blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She had a cute face with angular
features to her cheeks and nose, with slightly almond shaped eyes that fit her
face perfectly. Her teeth were white and straight, accompanied by lips that
were full and apparently very soft. They weren t full enough to be called dick
sucking lips but they were close damned close.

'Man, I wonder what it would feel like to have those lips wrapped around my
dick! Dirk thought to himself as he looked down to his drink to take another
sip. He didn t see the brunette look up at him sharply just as he had this
thought, a look of mild surprise flashing across her face for a moment before
she broke out in a smile, turning her attention back to her friends. Dirk also
didn t see the brunette reach out and touch the blonde s hand as she spoke, her
words causing the blonde to glance over at him before she, too, broke out into
a smile.

When they all got up to leave Dirk noticed that the blonde had a stout,
firm, and slightly muscular body. Her stomach was flat and her waistline
slightly tapered, with shapely legs and a firm, rounded ass that flexed when
she walked. And on top of all that was a large, firm bustline that sat high on
her chest, the twin globes bouncing and jiggling inside her tight top as she
walked. She glanced over at him and smiled again as she walked away, the three
of them walking out of the door and out of sight. Dirk turned and enjoyed the
sight of her ass flexing inside of the equally snug shorts she was wearing, and
he couldn t help but wonder how those globes of flesh would feel in his hands.
Dirk turned back to his drink, smiling to himself as he took a sip.

Half an hour later Dirk was on his bike and headed out to the clubhouse for
the party, and just as he expected there was a very large crowd of bikes and
people already there. He parked his bike in front of the clubhouse with the
others, not bothering to lock it knowing that the prospects who were positioned
around the parking area would keep an eye on it. Watching the bikes of full
patch members was part of their job as prospects, and to lock your bike while
at the clubhouse with the prospects there was considered disrespectful to the
host club. Besides, the prospects knew they d get their butts kicked if they
let anything happen to the bike of a full patch ..

When he got inside, he saw that the party was already in full swing. He
walked over to the packed bar, exchanging greetings, hugs and handshakes with