by Jim Dalton
Suddenly, he felt a sense of euphoria as his dick exploded as deep into Heather as he could push it. As Heather tightened her muscles, she could feel his dick pulsate with his climax, leaving his own deposit of love juice.
Lying there, limp from emotional exhaustion, Lucas still deep inside of Heather, they both fell asleep.
The alarm went off at ten o’clock, giving Lucas and Heather one hour to get ready. Knowing that they only had an hour, they decided to forgo their desire to continue where they had left off. The thought of being in Indianapolis in a few hours, giving them the evening to themselves without time constraints, made their sacrifice more palatable. Access to only one bathroom made the process a little awkward, but it was nothing a dose of creativity couldn’t fix.
“Lucas, why don’t you use the bathroom first?” asked Heather. “While you do that, I will pack a few clothes.”
“Sounds like a plan,” said Lucas. Once in the bathroom Locus looks down at the little general and thinks to himself, you’re in good shape little fellow, so don’t let me down. This Heather gal is something else, and it will take everything we have to keep her happy.
Within an hour, they were off on their trip to see the Indianapolis 500. They stopped briefly at Lucas’s apartment, to pick up a few clothes for the overnight trip. From there, their latest adventure began to unfold.
“Heather, you like pie?”
“You bet! Doesn’t everyone?”
“Everyone I know. There’s a family-style restaurant with homemade pies almost as tall as you. This place is about forty miles east of St. Louis. Wanna stop?”
“Sure.”
“Wish I could think of the name of this place, but we will see the billboards once we get close. If you’d like, we can also put the top down when we stop, to soak up a little sun as we head toward Indy. Oh! I just thought of the name; it’s Aunt Betty’s Café. I always stop there when I can.”
“Putting the top down is a good idea; I need a little sun.”
Once inside they both enjoyed a piece of banana cream pie and a cup of coffee. Recently for them, dessert had been found in bed, but today things were different: dessert was actually served up on a plate. Like their bedroom desserts, seconds were a must, so they purchased a full fruit pie to take along for later.
With the top down, the red Corvette headed east down Interstate 70. Their hair blew freely as the wind whipped through the car. Both donned aviator sunglasses, light tops, and shorts.
“Next stop: Norton’s Inn near the airport!” proclaimed Lucas.
It was nearly six o’clock local time when they reached the hotel. Lucas took care of the room while Heather remained in the car. They were both traveling light, so unpacking wasn’t an issue. Once in their room, they only unpacked the few items they’d need in the morning: toiletries and the clothing they planned to wear to the track.
The room was a typical motel room. The combination dressing room/bathroom was immediately to the right of the main door. A king bed stood beyond the bathroom, on the right wall. Six big, fluffy pillows were arranged at the head of the bed. Each side of the bed came with an end table and an attractive lamp. A dresser and TV had been placed across from the bed. An armchair and ottoman sat in one corner. The back wall of the room doubled as a sliding door leading to the pool area. The discovery of a pool came as an unexpected surprise to both Lucas and Heather.
After settling into their room, it was time to explore the area and grab a bite to eat. Within walking distance was a wine shop, where food is limited to snacks; a Burger and Brew, and a Country Kitchen restaurant. After a short deliberation, they made their way to the Country Kitchen for a little down-home cooking. Feeling relaxed and fed, Heather suggested they swing by the wine-and-cheese shop on their way back to the room.
With four bottles of wine and several packages of cheese in tow, they returned to the room. Passing through the lobby, Heather couldn’t help but notice all the people lined up at the counter, waiting to check in. Their garb gave them away as race fans, wearing all kinds of fancy shirts and caps emblazoned with their favorite driver’s car and number.
Having stored their wine and cheese, Lucas and Heather were ready to kick back and enjoy the evening.
“Heather, why don’t we watch just a little local news to get a good feel for the weather tomorrow, and see if we can find something about tomorrow’s race? OK with you?”
“Sure. Whatever you want to do.”
“Since this is your first trip to the race, I want to make sure we’re dressed for the weather. We might even find out something about the race that you’ll find interesting.”
“Lucas, everything we’re doing is interesting. I’ve heard about the Indy 500 in the past, but never dreamed that I would actually be here someday. Did you notice all the people in the lobby when we came in? Most were wearing Indy garb. Guess they’re like us, here for the race?”
“Right, and you’ll see hundreds of thousands more like them tomorrow. I think you’ll love the race, and the excitement of being with all those people.”
“Do you have a special shirt or something to wear?” Heather asked. “Since you’ve been here so many times?”
“The only thing I wear nowadays is my Indy cap. I learned a long time ago that you never know what to wear until the night before, so I always pack light—that includes these long-sleeved Florida shirts,” he explained, holding one up. “That probably isn’t their real name, but they’re worn in hot climates to protect your skin from the sun. I’ve found that they also keep me warm when it’s a little chilly. Never know what to expect in Indianapolis in late May.”
“I’m going to feel out of place tomorrow without any Indy clothes.”
“Don’t worry, Heather; you’re in good hands. We’ll pick something up for you tomorrow. Something that will help you fit right in.”
“Good, because I want to fit in. What time are we getting up?”
“Probably around six; you know that will be five our time.”
“That’s early.”
“It is, but it’ll give us enough time to throw some clothes on, get a bite to eat, and be just a little ahead of the crowd. The track is only about twenty minutes from here.”
“You know best. You have the experience. Whatever and whenever you want to do something is fine by me.”
“Even that early, we’ll still encounter traffic near the track. Heather, you up for sampling one of the bottles of wine we bought?”
“Sure am! I was afraid you were going to take them back with us.”
“You know, I’ve been thinking about that pie since we left the restaurant. While I get the wine, Heather, why don’t you cut us a piece of pie? I asked the lady to include some paper plates and plastic utensils. They should be in the box.”
“I can handle that. What time does the race start?”
“You know, I have to check my ticket every year, but I think it gets underway at noon. Did you bring a swimsuit?”
“No, should I have? I didn’t think of it.”
“I guess not. I never do, but with our room opening onto to the pool, it seems like a fun thing to do.”
“Do we need a suit?” Heather asked.
“The night before the 500, Indianapolis turns into a party town. There’s likely to be a large number of people around the pool until late. If we were to go skinny dipping, it would have to be even later because of the crowd. I don’t see that happening. In the past, this motel has always been quiet and orderly. That’s one thing I like about this place and why I keep coming back.”
“I know it would be late, but if you want to go swimming I have a sports bra and my running shorts. I could wear that. Do you have something?”
“Guess I could wear these shorts. The only other shorts I have, I may need tomorrow if I don’t wear my jeans. Tell you what Heather: why don’t we just enjoy our wine and cheese and see what the pool looks like later?”
“Sounds good to me,” replied Heather.
The evening slipped away from Heather and Lucas. Soon it was eleven, and the time had passed so quickly they felt like they’d just arrived. Both sat on the floor with wine and cheese within arm’s reach.
“Heather, we managed to kill one bottle of wine and about a pound of cheese, not to mention half a blackberry pie. What do you say we get ready for bed?”
“You want to go first? Would you prefer I go?” asked Heather.
“My dear, why don’t you go and I’ll guard the next bottle of wine?”
“Sure you will! You’ll probably have it half-consumed by the time I get back!”
“How long will you be?” asked Lucas.
“Think you’re going to miss me, huh?”
“I already miss you, but I’m just wondering how much time I will have by myself with the wine.”
“Aren’t you just special?” she asked as she put a hand on each side of his face, scrunched up her nose, and playfully rubbed their noses together. “I won’t be gone long; I just want to take a shower and brush my teeth.”
“In that case, I’ll save a little wine for you.”
“Ha, ha, ha: aren’t you funny?”
Shortly after Heather started the shower, she emerged from around the bathroom door and said, “You know, Lucas, this process would go much faster if you relinquished your wine-guarding duties and showered with me. We would be finished in half the time. Also, it probably isn’t a big deal, but I don’t own a pair of pj’s. OK with you if I sleep in my birthday suit?”
As Lucas rose to his feet and set down his glass, he said, “Actually, I was hoping you would. Showering together?” Lucas asked. “This will be a first for me.” Bet I know what Heather wants, and I bet I have it!
“Cool!” Heather disappeared into the bathroom and into the shower.
“OK, Heather, what end do I get? The shower end or the cold end?”
“Whichever end you want; just climb in. Hope you like a hot shower.”
“Normally I do, but I sense that if we are to going to successfully wash ourselves, I may need a cold one.” I honestly think she looks better every time I see her, and I really don’t think she has a clue how beautiful, how sexy she is.
“Cut it out and get in here. Tell you what. I’ll make showering easy for you. You can skip the cold water tonight. You stand under the water with your back to me. Adjust the water temperature so you’re comfortable.”
Heather used the liquid soap provided by the motel to lather up. Pouring soap into both hands, she coated her chest and then reloaded both hands with more soap. Nudging up to Lucas, she reached around and began washing his chest and stomach. Replenishing the soap, she began to wash his cock, with strokes from its head to his balls. Heather couldn’t help but think to herself, geez he feels good, rock solid, this guy turns me on big time.
“Don’t even ask,” she said. “I’m not jerking you off; I’m washing you.”
“Well, you’re doing a fine job, but that isn’t how I do it. For one thing, my dick isn’t usually pointing to the ceiling.”
“Just relax.”
“Relax? With you pulling on my dick?”
Heather continued to wash Lucas’s back with her chest, and his front with her hands, but it didn’t take long before she also lost all interest in a shower.
“OK, Lucas,” she said. “Your turn to wash me. Let’s switch positions.”
Lucas and Heather carefully maneuvered around so that Heather was under the shower and Lucas had soap duty. Lucas lathered his chest and tummy and moved close to Heather.
“Heather, this isn’t going to work. With the little general in his current state, I can’t get close enough.” Lucas’s dick stood tall and hard.
“Well, use your imagination. Get close and I’ll help.”
Reaching down between her legs, she pulled the little general down and put it between her legs, then squeezed gently. The head of Lucas’s cock rubbed against her most sensitive part without effort on Lucas’s part.
Soap in both hands, he began washing her breasts and stomach. He moved down to her pubic area, but his own cock protruded through her legs, making it difficult to be as thorough as he wanted. The cleaner she got, the more excited they both got.
“Heather, this isn’t going to work,” he said in a frustrated tone.” Let’s get the soap off both of us and do this right. Turn around. I want to inspect my handiwork.”
“Sure you do. You don’t want to inspect anything. You just want to put it in.”
Now face to face, the little general pressed hard against Heather’s stomach. Heather and Lucas hugged and kissed as the water streamed over the two of them. Neither cared about a shower. They both began to breathe heavily. Their bodies were sensitive, even to the force of the water—much less one another’s touch.
“Let’s make a little adjustment, Heather. I’m going to hold the little general down, and you lift your right leg just a little.”
Lucas reached around to Heather’s right buttock and gently lifted her, allowing his cock to gently enter her. She could feel her insides fill with the pleasure of Lucas’s enormous dick. Her indescribable euphoric sense was overpowering.
“Lucas, let’s make a dash for the bed. I want to fuck you until you beg for mercy.”
Once towel-dried, they both made tracks to the bed, their private launching pad for their next adventure into each other.
The alarm went off at five. Without hesitation, Lucas and Heather both rose.
“Heather, you can use the restroom first,” Lucas said. “I’ll make us coffee.”
“Got it.”
With that, Heather grabbed her overnight case and headed for the bathroom while Lucas made a small pot of coffee. Lucas delivered Heather’s coffee while she tended to her hair. Shortly after that, she emerged from the bathroom and announced that it was Lucas’s turn. Their entire bathroom routine took thirty minutes, followed by a quick packing of their bags. Hand-in-hand, each with their own small bag, they headed for the car. In need of a quick breakfast, they headed to Country Kitchen again and then got back in the Corvette for a short trip to the track.
“As we approach Speedway,” Lucas said, “the town where the track is located, you’ll notice how the traffic gets heavier, even this early in the morning.”
“And the race starts at eleven?” Heather asked.
“Noon here in Indy, eleven our time, but there are four or five hundred thousand people attending this race, and it creates a huge traffic nightmare the closer you get to race time.”
“I can see the traffic is already building,” said Heather.
“See that traffic backup at that exit? What do you think? Is that line of traffic about a mile long? And this is nearly four hours before the race. That exit will take you directly to the track in Speedway.”
As Lucas moved over to an open lane, Heather asked, “Why aren’t we taking that exit?”
“I can’t stand to sit in traffic. We’re going north about four miles and then coming down to the track from the north. There’s a high school that sells parking spots. That’s where we’re headed. It’s a nice, level, paved lot, and they even open the building so race fans can use their restrooms.”
“That’s nice of them. How far is the track from the school?”
“About two miles—a nice, healthy walk.”
It was a beautiful day in Indianapolis. The sky was bright blue, without a cloud in sight. The temperature was in the upper sixties. The only things visible in the sky were low-flying helicopters for traffic control and other light planes towing banners. The forecast predicted that it would remain clear all day. The temperature was expected to be in the upper seventies or low eighties, making a perfect day for outdoor activities, caps, and sunscreen.
Approaching his preferred exit, Lucas said, “We’re here. Well not exactly at the track, but our parking lot is about three miles from here. See how the traffic is backing up?”
“Cars are everywhere; looks like they’re all headed in the same d
irection.”
“Mostly they are, but traffic control is exceptional here in Indy. This is a lot of traffic, but it will move right along. Before the race, they turn all of the streets near the track into one-way streets headed toward the track. After the race, they’re one-way streets headed away from the track.”
“I’ve been noticing license plates from all over the country.”
“Not surprised; this is the largest event of its type in the world.”
“Mister Lucas, OK if I turn the heater down? Creeping along warms it up in here.”
“Go for it; do whatever you need to do to stay comfortable. We’re going to turn right at the next light, and our lot is about a mile or two down the road.”
“Will the car be safe on the lot?”
“I think so. I’ve never heard of anyone having a problem. The school may even have someone on duty during the race, I’ve just never asked the question.”
“Lucas, I just want to mention that last night was fun. Thanks for bringing me.”
Putting his arm around Heather’s shoulder, Lucas replied, “I’m glad you came. You’re changing this annual pilgrimage for the better. Makes me wonder why we didn’t do this last year.”
“Can’t worry about what we didn’t do, Lucas. Let’s just enjoy what we have now.”
“Sounds good to me,” replied Lucas. Pointing toward the high school, Lucas said, “There’s the school. That’s where we’re headed. We’ll park the car here and then walk about two miles to the track. Think you’re up to it?”
“After last night, I could walk ten miles.” Actually my business is sore, and I would prefer not walking, but I can take it.
Lucas leaned over and kissed Heather on the head without saying anything.
Then Lucas pulled his money clip from his pocket and gave it to Heather, asking her to peel twenty dollars off the top to pay for parking.
One of the high school students greeted Lucas and Heather and collected the parking fee as they pulled into the lot. Lucas parked his shiny, red Corvette in an area that looked as well-protected from door dings as possible, considering the event. Heather and Lucas put the top up and secured the car. Once that task was completed, they pulled a backpack from the trunk that they’d already stocked with a supply of water, sunscreen, binoculars, and two radios to provide hearing protection and help them stay informed about the event. Prior to beginning their hike to the track, they both used the school’s restrooms. Before heading in different directions, they agreed to meet at the front door.
