(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)
It had been a long day on the road, and Dirk was tired. He’d been in the saddle for the better part of 10 hours, riding back to his home after attending the Charter Presentation ceremony for a new chapter of his MC. Unfortunately, the new chapter was two states over, but Dirk was retired and didn’t have anything else to do, so because of that and his dedication to his MC he jumped on the bike and rode to the ceremony. The after-ceremony party had lasted until the wee hours of the morning, and Dirk had managed to grab a couple hours of sleep in the clubhouse before hitting the road. Now, ten hours and nearly 700 miles later he was dog-tired and ready for a shower, a meal, and a soft bed. He kept his eyes open for an exit that looked like it led to a small town; he much preferred small towns to big cities, and it wasn’t long before he saw an exit that looked promising. He took the exit and then turned right at the end of it, following the signs to what turned out to be a small town called Bent Creek.
“Yeah, if ever there was a small town around here, this has got to be it!” he said to himself as he turned the bike to the right and opened the throttle, the loud pipes of his bike thundering. The town was only two more miles down the road, and it looked exactly like Dirk thought a small town should. It reminded him of the small town where he had met Pat, the lady farmer a few years ago, and the memory of that road trip brought a smile to his face. Pat was a real ball of fire, and just the thought of her brought a smile to his face.
‘I really should get back that way again sometime soon!’ he thought to himself as he rode his bike down the main street of the town. It was nearly 7PM when he pulled up and parked in front of the only hotel in town, the thunder of his pipes reverberating off of the buildings on either side of the street. He turned off the bike and put the kick stand down, then got off and stretched. After he had worked some of the kinks out of his body he walked up to the door of the hotel, opened it and went inside. The clerk behind the counter was the only person in the lobby, and he looked up at Dirk and smiled. Dirk expected a somewhat hostile greeting from the clerk because of his club colors he was wearing, but to his pleasant surprise he didn’t get one.
“Good afternoon, sir, and welcome to ‘The Retreat!'” the clerk said, his smile never faltering.
“Thank you,” Dirk said, returning his smile. “I’d like a room for the night, please.”
“Very good, sir, we have plenty of rooms available. Would you like something on the ground floor?” he asked, and Dirk nodded.
“That’d be great, yes,” he said. The clerk reached under the counter and produced a check-in slip and a pen, sliding them over to Dirk as he spoke.
“Just fill this out, please, and I’ll get you all set up,” he said.
“Where’s a good place to grab something to eat?” he asked as he filled out the form.
“That’d be the Queen Bee Diner,” the clerk said. “Only place open this time of night on a Sunday.”
“As long as the food is good, I don’t care,” Dirk replied, putting the pen down and looking at the clerk.
“The food is good, sure,” the clerk said, a smile crossing his face, “but the view is even better!”
“The view?” Dirk said, giving the clerk a quizzical look.
“You’ll see once you get there!” the clerk replied. He turned and took a key down from the hook rack behind him and handed it to Dirk. “Here you go, sir, Room 117. It’s facing the street so you can keep an eye on your bike.”
“Thank you, I appreciate that,” Dirk said, taking the key. “Where is this diner located?” he asked.
“Take a right out of the parking lot, go down two blocks, take another right and it’s on the left,” the clerk replied.
“Thanks again,” Dirk said, turning to walk back out to his bike and get his gear. Ten minutes later he was in his room and in the shower, letting the hot water run over his body. The hot water felt good on his sore muscles, so he took his time in the shower. By the time he finished and was dressed in clean, fresh clothes it was close to eight o’clock. He went out to the parking lot and cranked up his bike, then rode out of the parking lot, turning right and following the clerk’s directions.
It only took about five minutes to find the diner. It looked exactly like you would expect a diner to look — it was a chrome, old-style passenger train car that had been converted to a diner, and if Dirk had to guess he would have guessed the diner to be about fifty years old. But it was very well-kept, and after parking his bike in the empty front parking lot he went inside, the bell over the door jingling as he entered. The diner was empty of patrons, so he had his pick of where to sit. He walked down to about the middle of the diner before sitting down in a booth, and a few seconds later the waitress came out from the back. It was then that Dirk understood what the hotel clerk had meant about the view being better than the food.
The waitress was a stunning brunette with short, slightly wavy hair so dark it was almost black. She was about five feet five inches tall with a round, very cute face with high cheekbones above a pair of soft, pouty lips. She was wearing a coral blue waitress uniform with the skirt stopping at mid-thigh, the uniform hugging every curve of her slender, obviously very fit body. There was a short white lace-trimmed apron tied around her waist, and a white name tag on her breast that read “Charlotte.” She was wearing white nylons and three-inch heels that matched her uniform to complete her outfit. If Dirk had to guess about her weight he would have guessed she weighed around 120 pounds at the most, and it was very easy to see where at least twenty pounds of that weight was.
Charlotte had the biggest pair of tits Dirk had seen in a very long time. They were bigger than big, they were absolutely huge! Round and full, standing out proudly from her chest and straining against the fabric of the dress she was wearing. The first three buttons of the dress were open, showing about a mile of cleavage and letting him see the tops of her breasts bouncing as she walked towards him. The smile on her face was almost as big as her tits, and Dirk could feel his dick stirring in his pants at the sight of the sexy woman walking towards him.
“Well, hello, stranger!” Charlotte said, stopping next to the booth where Dirk was sitting. “What can I get for you?” she asked, smiling down at him, an order pad in one hand and a pen in the other. It took all of his concentration not to stare at the huge twin mounds of breast flesh right in front of him, but he managed to look at her eyes instead as he replied.
“A nice, cold soda would be good for starters,” Dirk said, and Charlotte made note of it on her pad. “Is your kitchen still open? I know it’s late on a Sunday night and all,” he said.
“I’m sorry, no, the kitchen closed at seven,” she said, “so all we have are drinks and desserts. But I tell you what,” she said, putting her hands on her hips as she spoke, “if you’re really hungry I can go into the kitchen and make you a meat loaf sandwich. We have some meat loaf left over from the special today, and it’d be no problem for me to make a sandwich for you,” she said, smiling down at him.
“I’d like that very much,” Dirk replied, returning her smile. “But can’t the cook make it? Why do you have to do it?” he asked, curious.
“The cook went home at seven when the kitchen closed,” Charlotte replied. “Right now I’m the only one here, and I usually close at eight on Sunday nights. But the clerk at the hotel called me and told me you’d be heading this way, so I stayed here to wait for you,” she explained.
“That was very thoughtful of you, Charlotte, I truly appreciate that,” Dirk said, looking into her dark brown eyes. “I’ll have to make sure I tell the owner about your over-the-top hospitality!”
“You just did,” she replied, her smile getting bigger. “I’m the owner, and it’s my pleasure to take care of you!”
“Well, I truly appreciate it, Charlotte, I really do,” Dirk replied. “Thank you very much!”
“It’s my pleasure, Mister…so what’s your name, anyway? ‘High Side?’ Is that it?” she said, pointing to the road name patch on his vest.
“That’s my road name,” Dirk replied, “my friends call me ‘Dirk’. And you can drop the ‘mister’ part, too. Call me either ‘Dirk’ or ‘High Side,’ whichever makes you happy.”
“Well, it’s my pleasure to serve you, Dirk! Now let me go make that sandwich for you. What would you like to drink with it?” she asked, bringing the pad up again.
“A coke would be great, but a beer would be even better!” he said, giving her a sly smile. She laughed as she replied.
“Don’t you wish! Even if it weren’t Sunday that couldn’t happen as I don’t have a liquor license for this place,” she said, grinning down at him, “so I guess you’re stuck with a coke!”
“Works for me,” Dirk said.
“Let me go get you that coke, and then I’ll go make your sandwich,” Charlotte said. Then she turned and walked away, treating Dirk to a view of her tight, rounded ass cheeks flexing under the tight skirt as she walked over to the counter. Once there she went behind it, got a glass from the rack, put some ice in it, filled it with soda, and brought it over to where Dirk sat — giving him another view of her spectacular rack in the process as she bent down to put the glass and straw on the table.
“Here you go, Dirk,” she said, smiling at him. “I’ll be right back with your sandwich!” she said, then turned and walked away, giving him another view of her ass.
“Holy shit!” Dirk said to himself, a smile crossing his face. “Small towns — gotta love ’em!”
Charlotte came back a few minutes later with a platter in her hands, and once again Dirk’s eyes were drawn to the undulating tops of her breasts visible in the open top of her dress.