“Nice.” She cleared her throat. Okay-looking if you’re into the housewife type. Not for me. “Okay, so let’s go in. This place used to be an aircraft hangar. It’s perfect for a business that would house cars, planes, machinery, something of that nature. Has all the trimmings. Basins, toilets, a breakroom. Everything. Feel free to take a look around. Lemme know if you have any questions.”
She sold the place to me and all with a salacious smile. I had that effect on women for some reason.
The place was spacious. I could visualize where the bikes would go and how many I could handle as a repair shop. I would need to install a couple of things. I checked the sliding garage doors at the front. A large padlock. She preempted my next question.
“The warehouse has an alarm code installed, of course. This feature was added by the previous owner.” I nodded and assessed the situation, then took some photos so I could picture where to set up everything.
“Okay, thanks, I appreciate it. Think you could negotiate on the monthly price?” She licked her lips blatantly. All that did was make me think of Misty’s lips. Not long to go before I saw her fine ass again.
“I don’t know what you have in mind, price-point wise?”
I closed the gap between us and licked my bottom lip, giving her my bedroom eyes. “I was thinking a fifteen-percent drop since I would have to re-install the windows at the back. A few of them are cracked.” I had her weak at the knees. If I was bored, I might have taken it a little further with her. But I didn’t because all I had on my mind in the way of women was Misty.
“Umm, I mean…I can take it back to the owner and let's see.”
“Would you? That would be great.” I touched her arm. Just a little sealer for the deal. Her mouth formed an O and shifted to a smile.
“Okay. I’ll see what I can do. I will let you know tomorrow.”
Pretty good site overall and ideal for the shop. I left satisfied with the outcome. I shot off a couple of texts to Misty and hit the sack for the night.
Morning daybreak rose and my body clock kicked into gear, letting me know what time it was. I looked over at the alarm clock. Saturday. A day trip with Misty. By the time I got breakfast in, showered and shaved, it was time to head over to pick up the Puerto Rican babe. For some reason, she didn’t want me picking her up from her house.
“Can you meet me in the parking lot of McDonald’s again?” she asked nervously.
“Sure. But I got no problem picking you up from your house. I don’t have to come inside,” I responded.
“Uh, some other time. McDonald’s today.”
“Okay, suit yourself.”
I spotted her car and she jumped out. I was on my bike and had the second helmet in hand. I owned a car, but I couldn’t remember the last time I drove it. My bike was the only thing I needed. Even in hiking shorts and boots she gave me a hard-on. She didn’t skip a beat as she put her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the lips. What’s a man to do? I reciprocated the hell out of that kiss. Her lips were hot and tasted like fire. She smelled like she was fresh out of the shower.
“Hi.” I licked my lips. “That was a hell of a greeting.”
Her cat-like eyes twinkled back at me. “You didn’t like it?” she responded smugly.
“Oh no. Don’t be mistaken. I’m very happy with the greeting.” I handed her the helmet. “You ready to hike with me?” I cut to the chase. I figured we would get to the get-to-know-you stage when we got to Yosemite Park.
“Yup. I’m ready.”
I patted the back of my seat.
“Okay, hop on back, lil’ mama.” We rode for about an hour and a half to Yosemite Park, taking in the scenery along the way. Misty’s warm hands around my waist felt good. Me and a hot girl on the back of my bike. Yeah, life is good.
Yosemite National Park. Like stepping right into a fantasy world. Rusty red and blue mountains lined the back of the park with their jagged ridges. In the foreground, the park was surrounded with trees of all varieties. The park made us look like toothpicks in the grand scheme of things.
“Wow, this is incredible!” Misty exclaimed as I parked the bike.
“You've never been here before?”
“No. I haven’t. So crazy. I’ve lived in Merced for the last ten years and I’ve never ever been here,” she gushed. She spun around, captivated by the park. Made me smile to think I could bring her a new experience. Helmets were off and we were ready to hike. The roar of the waterfalls made my ears perk up.
“Can you hear that? If I knew they had waterfalls here, I would have brought my shorts to swim.”
“That water would be ice cold. You would get hyperthermia and then I’d have to revive you.”
Misty laughed. I grinned back at her. I grabbed her hand and held it as we walked to check out the trails.
