Simply Red

Women have it; men want it.....

Let the negotiations begin.

I did not expect her to casually slip off that black leather vest and her top so she could pose next to my car topless. But I had to admit, she looked good.....

I had returned to the old motel parking lot. The sun was more than warm, so I parked the car in the shade of the largest tree overhanging the pavement. The murmur of fast water surging through the steep walled canyon just beyond the fence told of spring snow melt high up in the San Juan Mountains, one state to the east. This was background music for me as I wiped off the detailing spray, and the dust it had collected, with a lint free cloth. I had picked up some dust and splatted some bugs on the drive up, and I wanted to make the car as pretty as possible. In few hours I would drive across the river and back up the hill to the view point. I had promised Sally that I would take pictures of the car, at the viewpoint, with the red sandstone towers and formations in the background, as a sunset warmed the light. And a promise is a promise.

Squeezing the lever on the spray bottle of detailing fluid made a slight squeak sound each time. So two sounds, with the river noise. Not a chaos of sound. Took the motorcycles to add that chaos to my day.

They came down the hill, crossed the old bridge over the river and then filed into the motel parking lot. Singles and pairs. Five and shortly later four more. I knew there would be about 15 eventually. If it was like last time.... The pickup would arrive last. All were V-twins of various origins. Touring bikes rather than choppers. Most were darn pretty. Rumble and roar, and then the loping idle as they parked the beasts, backing up against the curb, only feet before the fence and the river canyon.

Two years earlier we had spent the night at this motel for the first time. An older place, it was still quite comfortable, and ya can't beat the location. We drove the Corvette that time. Every previous visit to the area we were a truck pulling the travel trailer and thus drove right past this motel. Driving along that scenic highway, with its curves and hills and paucity of gendarmes was more fun in the Corvette than the truck. So I brought along the new car for this tour. It is even more fun. The new cars makes the Corvette seem like a slug. And the exhaust sounds will melt your bones. More fun, even than the Corvette

Sally left before the new car was finished. Heart disease can be mercifully fast. She told me, days before she died, that I needed to keep living. I had a life to finish. That was her deal for those decades, working beside me, living beside me, suffering and celebrating beside me. I was the boss when we were working and then we kinda switched when we retired. She was smarter than me all that time.That worked. We settled in to have fun right before the god damned politicians tried to ruin our lives with their silly virus. Cost us a lot of the time we had left. We were finally back to living, waiting two years for my dream car to be finished, going out to play.....And then suddenly, I was alone. I wasn't sure I could do it, but I wasn't going to let her down.

I had time to kill at the motel before I would go out for photographs. In my room the small ice chest I brought along held a steak and the cheese. Late afternoon, I set up the two burner propane stove on one of the picnic tables that overlooked the river canyon, and dropped the steak into my old cast iron skillet. The faded blue plastic storage box held the rest of my kitchen. I laid thick chunks of cheese on side one after turning side two to face the heat. It would be melted just right when the meat was ready. Looking up, I saw a familiar face.

The guy leading the motorcycle tour on his own Harley remembered me from two years earlier. Joe was easy to talk with. He led a few of these tours every year. He had friends, family, and business contacts back in Asia where he was born, so lining up guys for the tours was not a problem. In between he drove his own semi truck to make the main part of his livelihood, but he loved bringing men over from Asia to show them some of the neat parts of his new country. And he still spoke the language of his heritage as well as Americanized English.

Twelve to fifteen men would fly into Los Angeles, and then on rented motorcycles they'd fight the traffic together through the LA basin and then out into the freedom of the American desert. They crossed part of the Mojave, and then ran up the Owens Valley, the east side of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, first to Lone Pine for one night, and then to Lee Vining for two nights. Those men had known nothing like this beauty and wide open spaces in their small nation in Asia. Some day tripped into Yosemite or up to Reno. Then they took the two lane along the back way into Nevada. Their home country would fit a couple of times into Nevada alone, so they were seeing some wide beautiful open space for the first time. Then for contrast, the tour spent a couple of nights in Vegas.

After tagging the north rim of the Grand Canyon for one night, seeing part of beautiful Lake Powell, and then the Navajo rez and Monument Valley, they landed at my motel.

Some spoke pretty good English and they were very eager to talk as they sat drinking beer and munching potato chips while I cooked my steak. I looked at their bikes and they checked out my car.

The last of the motorcycles pulled into the parking lot followed by the trip leader's wife driving the pickup truck with ice chests, duffle bags, spare parts, gas cans, and a spare Harley in the back. She just looked tired. Surprised me when a passenger climbed out of the other door. This young lady clearly didn't come from Asia.

She was a strikingly beautiful young woman, long curly natural red hair, sparkling eyes, playful smile, and freckles. She was clearly fit and moved well despite the obvious fatigue induced by the long drive. A filmy white tank top advertised her assets nicely. As did the tight black leather pants. High heeled black boots of course. Very American, she seemed a mite out of place in this group.

Tour members claimed their duffles from the pickup and carried them into their rooms. Only a few needed tools to work on their bikes. Joe and his wife floated around, getting everyone settled. I was pulling my steak out of the pan when the red-haired lady sat down across from me on the picnic table. After a brief "Hi!" she stared at my steak. My eyes still are like the needle of a compass, and she sat her chest to the north of me. I stared at the outlines of two significant young breasts complete with nipples that seemed to be trying to bore through the barely adequate fabric of her tank top.

"These guys eat fucking Top Ramon! I'm starving. I would kill for some real food."

Subtle hint. My folding steak knife is scalpel sharp. I pulled the second fork out of my blue box. Poking it into the tender steak, I loped off a corner and handed it across the table to her. This was a luscious prime piece of cow worth almost 30 bucks at the butcher shop I visit for special occasions. I hoped she appreciated my sacrifice.

"Fucking A; this is delicious"

"Glad you approve."

I gave her my best shit eating grin that would have gotten my face slapped a few decades ago, but which I could pull off safely at my age. I love flirting with young ladies because they just lap it up. I made no attempt to hide my admiration for her beauty, knowing full well I could get away with it. And I kept feeding her bites off my steak. One of the bikers set a beer down in front of her with a big smile on his face. Others sat at nearby tables with plastic bowls of Top Ramon to go with their potato chips and beer. A good time was had by all.

When I checked my watch and realized I needed to get going if I was going to catch the sunset up at the viewpoint, I unhooked the propane bottle from my camping stove, stacked it on top of the old blue box, and picked it up to carry it to my room. She looked up with surprise.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, wanna take some pictures of my car at sunset with the red sandstone formations in the background."

She quickly scanned the parking lot, and the only cars mixed in with the motorcycles were a gray minivan and a couple of generic hybrids....and my ruby red beast.

"That's your car??!!?. It's fucking gorgeous!!!"

"Thanks. Just got it."

"I'm going with!! Uh, if that's OK."

I gave her a quick grin.

"Of course. It's gonna cool off when the sun sets so it you have a jacket...."

"I'll be right back."

I set the blue box on the dresser in my room and pulled on my leather vest. I have a small camera bag which I fetched along with the keys. I was opening the back window of the car when she skipped across the asphalt toward me. She had put on her own leather vest, in Harley colors, over the skimpy white tank top, so I couldn't see those tits bouncing about. Damn. Closing the back window, I punched the button on my keys to unlock the doors, and walked around to hold her door for her.

"Oh, a gentleman!"

She smiled at me. I smiled back. I admit I am old school, and I certainly have been yelled at for holding a door for a woman back in California, but right is right even when I am not "woke".

I walked around, got into my seat, and strapped myself in.

"Seatbelts on."

"Yes sir!"

I fired up the engine. There is no radio in my car. We have instead those four side pipes for exhaust. This thing does not sound like a Tesla. I revved the engine a couple of times. Then that loping idle. Every Korean eye in the parking lot turned our way and faces appeared in many of the open motel doors. Open mouths..... Not a KIA.

"Holy crap!!"

"Down girl."

I smiled at her. Backing up carefully I got us pointed toward the exit. We rolled slowly east, engine at near idle. The engine was of course cold, so I babied it when I turned on to the highway and crossed the bridge. Then I gave it a little punch before upshifting. This car will digest the rear tires if I apply too much enthusiasm, but this was just enough acceleration to shift the young lady's internal organs a bit.

"Holy crap!!"

I just smiled. I can only imagine what it sounded like back at the motel.

"What is this thing? A Ferrari?"

"Wash out your mouth with soap."

Another grin.

"Back in the 1960's a guy named Carrol Shelby built 6 cars to race against the Ferraris in Europe. The result was he kicked old man Ferrari's ass, as he promised. My car is a not quite replica of one of those cars. Those cars beat Ferrari in the Grand Touring class in races like LeMans, a year before the Ford GT's in the movie won overall at LeMans. I saw a picture of one in 1966 and fell in love. Couldn't get one then. I had to wait more than half a century. Now, I have one. The original 6 cars are all in collections and museums. The last one that was sold went for over seven million. This one cost me a bit less. It's just a nostalgic toy for an old man. And it sure as hell is no Ferrari. "

She responded, "Well, I like it."

"Me too. What's your name?"

"Shannon. And yours?"

"Frank. Nice to meet ya."

"Are you married, Frank?"

"My wife died about a year ago. She never got a chance to see this car. She wanted me to take pictures of her posing next to the car, with Monument Valley in the background, at sunset. She even picked out a red dress to wear to match colors with the car. So I'm going to get photos of the car with Monument Valley in the background"

"That is so sweet. I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thanks. She was a good sport. I miss her. But she made me promise to keep on living and having fun. i'm gonna try. I owe her that."

"That's cool."

The highway climbed with curves and such, so the drive was fun. No traffic this late in the day. We topped a long ridge. The viewpoint is a series of sorta flat wide spots on the road shoulder on the down slope, with red sandstone towers spread before. It's the spot Tom Hanks used for a movie. I pulled off slowly to not raise any dust, and parked at an angle to the road to pose the car.

I got my camera ready and snapped a few practice shots. Previewed them on the screen on the camera back. Then I wandered around waiting for the sunset to warm the colors of the light. Shannon wandered around too, mostly staring at the view.

"This is not of this world.... It's too beautiful."

"Yeah. Nothing like this is Korea. Those guys couldn't stop talking about what they have already seen. How did you join up with them?"

"They came into the club in Vegas where I work. Two nights in a row. I got to talking with them and hanging around. The boss likes this because then they buy more drinks. Anyway, when I found out what they were doing, and that they were going to end up in Denver, I kinda talked my way into bumming a ride. Kinda fun on the back of a Harley, for a few hours anyway. But I ended up in the pickup with Joe's wife. She's pretty cool. I'm a bit burned out on Vegas. I have a chance to get back into school, back in Iowa if I can get back there. So....This gets me part way home."

Not sure this made real sense to me, but hey....not my life. The light was getting better so I tried a few more shots with my camera. I moved the car slightly for better composure and pressed the button a few more times. I stopped to preview what I had. Then I looked up.

Shannon was standing next to the car, passenger door open, view waiting behind her.

"Can I pose for you next to your car? I know you wife isn't here, but will I do?"

Did I mention that all there was above the belt on those black leather pants was her original skin? The black leather vest was gone, as was her white tank top. The glory of her breasts matched her smile, with the sunset beginning to light up the red sandstone towers behind her. She had two upstanding citizens for breasts, "sitting up high, way up firm and high" as Bob Seger once said. I took one quick un-posed shot as she stood facing me, arms by her side, totally relaxed. Totally revealed.

"Ah, wow!"

"You like?"

"Love the freckles."

"You love my freckles?"

"Well, in all honesty, I love your tits, but I'm trying to be polite. I did wonder though, earlier today, if your freckles on your face made it all the way down there too. Pleased to see they have. You are fucking gorgeous. Beautiful !! There....is that a better answer?"

Momentarily, I wished I was 25 again. Meanwhile, I was looking at the power pole up the hill to make sure there were no surveillance cameras up there, and up and down the highway to assure there were no tribal police hanging around. The coast was clear. So wearing my best smile, I turned photographer and I burned up many a pixel.

Shannon had the pale pink skin ya expect from natural redheads. Everybody talks about perfect breasts, and we all have our own favorites. Imagine that Shannon had my personal favorites. You can insert your own here if you wish. I had no complaints. I'm a nipple guy, seeking erect with small areolae. Again, I was mesmerized. I may be old, but I ain't dead yet. She was make ya weak in the knees kinda beautiful, and sexy....just eagerly standing in front of me. No red dress, but the red hair clearly would do.

And I went from photographing a pretty car in beautiful surroundings, with a pretty lady beside it....to photographing a stunning exposed lady next to a car that probably no one will even notice. Shannon was very casually posing with her breasts on full display. It was like she was born naked.... I took full advantage.

I first asked her to stand by the open passenger door facing the desert view as I put myself behind her and the car. My camera caught her bare back, beautiful, her hands on top of the open door, those black leather pants. Freckles on this side too. If you are the bubble butt fan, I apologize, but I was enthralled by her thin athletic legs and seat. I got shots of her arms raised and also dangling by her side, and the one hand shading her eyes seeking the view version.

I turned her so she looked over the top of the car, the side view of her breasts rising and falling with her breaths, and the curve of her ass nicely displayed. Then I had her turn toward me, waving at some unseen people behind me. Waving her hands, too.

Seated in the passenger seat, she posed for shots through the windshield, with breasts partially hidden by the dashboard, or in full view. Through the open door I had her hug a knee to her chest, her right breast exposed. Got some closeups of this. Then with both hands behind her head she thrust her chest forward. More closeups. She had some of the finest breasts I personally have seen. She looked great in the driver's seat too, arms in various places as her breasts played hide and seek, or popping out just for me. Always smiling into the camera, Shannon looked gorgeous.

The light kept getting better, so I repeated some of her shots as the colors became more intense. I was running out of ideas when she winked at me and smiled.

"Should I take off these silly pants?"

"If you want."

Tight leather pants don't come off gracefully, so I spared her the embarrassment of capturing that event with the camera. But I did watch. I did however get her to bend over into the passenger window, with her athletic legs and ass prominent, quite naked to the world, and those black motorcycle boots. The sun was setting behind me, the warm light illuminating between her thighs, legs slightly spread apart, accentuating certain pink colors as my view improved. Then as the light began to fade, Shannon sat on the edge of the seat, legs outside the car nicely spread, arms behind her. Her breasts, beautiful smile and hair, sparkling eyes, freckles, and glistening pussy celebrated the end of our session. She was shaved.

Shannon seemed a bit reluctant to get dressed. Watching her pulling on those tight leather pants, her pussy disappearing reluctantly, her breasts trembling with her exertion, I was a willing audience.

"That was fun!"

She plopped into the passenger seat, still minus shirt and vest. When I sat behind the wheel, she leaned over to lay her back over my lap, delivering two breasts right under my nose. "You can play if you want...."

I couldn't resist that invite, and soft breasts with firm erect nipples kept me occupied as I turned around the car and headed back to the motel, slowly. She moaned softly a few times. She pulled on the vest as I crossed the bridge so was decently covered before I parked the car in the motel lot.

‘Thanks, Frank! I had fun."

With that, she opened the door to leave. "Can I see your photos of me later?"

"I'll put them on my laptop and we can see what we got. I'm in 15."

"I'm gonna get a shower. Then I'll come over."

"Perfect"

I downloaded the camera into my puter, and quickly checked the photos. Most were good, and a few were spectacular. All were pleasing to this dirty old man. The car looked good, too.

An hour later, Shannon knocked on the door. I invited her in and was surprised when several of the guys in the motorcycle tour followed her in. She was wearing that white tank top again and leggings. And she brought her nipples along.

"Uh, are you ok with spreading your photos around?"

"Oh sure. Nothing here that they haven't seen before. I told you they met me at the club where I worked in Vegas."

A light went on in my feeble brain. She hadn't been talking about a country club or a tennis club.

"I'm a dancer at the Cat-in-Heat club in Vegas."

So Shannon is a stripper. No wonder she was so comfortable walking around naked.

Everybody was enjoying the photographs when one of the bikers walked up and stood directly in front of Shannon. Looking down, I noticed that he was holding his erect cock in his hand, and he had wrapped it in $100 bills. She unwrapped the "present" and stuck the cash under the elastic waist of her leggings, and she proceeded to suck his cock. Two guys tugged off her tank top and commenced playing with her tits. Her tits were still as lovely as before. And watching her suck dick was stimulating for me. I stayed stimulated for a while.

She made quick work of that first cock, turning away from the guy after he groaned and thrust into her mouth until he was finished. Licking her lips, she swallowed and looked around to see who was next. She had shown considerable skill for one so young. No surprise that other currency wrapped gifts followed as more of the guys entered my room. In fact, there soon was a line. All 15 of em.

When she pulled off her leggings a second grouping of men collected behind her. The bedspread was littered with large denominations. She was on her hands and knees in the middle of it sucking off the third or fourth guy and I enjoyed the view until it was blocked by a man who dropped a few more bills on the bed next to her in order to mount her from behind.

This is how the evening passed. Eventually they must have run out of $100 bills or energy, or both. She lay back on my rather mussed up bedspread. I picked up the bills lest she misplace them. She was flushed and naked and still beautiful, although more relaxed looking than before. Her inner thighs were shiny wet and her pussy was gaping open and dripping. Then she squeezed it shut, forcing out even more deposits.

"Frank, can I use your shower?"

"Sure"

The ten o'clock TV news was the usual pack of hyped up problems, biased information, and lies, so I put on re-runs of my 1970's comedy shows. Familiar to me, predictable, and unlike the news, these old shows are at least a bit self aware. The water in the shower ran for quite a while. She came back into the room wrapped in a white towel. For the first time today, she wasn't smiling.

"Can I crash with you tonight, Frank? Joe's wife didn't act real friendly when I asked to stay with them again, and I have no interest in sharing a bed with any of those other guys. Please?"

"Of course."

I had peeled off the bedspread while she fetched a duffle bag from just outside the door. The sheets were dry. I climbed in and tugged the sheet around me. Long day and I was ready for sleep. Shannon crawled in next to me, with a groan and then a long sigh.

"Frank, I'm fucked."

"I noticed that."

"That's not what I meant. I'm tired of Vegas and the club, and stripping for disgusting men, and nights like this. I want to go home. But I doubt my family will take me back. I have enough money now..... But that's all I got. And I can't do another day like today, much less five more before they get to Denver. I got no home. No place to go. I hate myself."

"Don't give up on your family. Not if you really want to go home, go back to school, live a real life. They might surprise you."

"But how do I get home from here?"

"Oh, I don't know....want another ride in my car? I can get you to an airport."

"You really mean it?"

She was crying.

"Yeah"

I felt warm hands on my body and her breasts rubbing against my back.

"I can do you, if you want..."

"How's about I just hold you."

"Oh.....yes. Thank you. You are a good man, Frank."

"Nah, just old."