Adventures of Dirk: An Oceanside Bikers Gathering - Part 1

Dirk finds his favorite place on earth.

By Original Aramis. Listen to the
Podcast at Steamy
Stories.

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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…..

To be continued in part 2
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By Original Aramis for Literotica