From: D-Man <dman@onramp.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Utah fun
Date: Sat, 06 Jul 1996 00:54:59 -0500

				Utah

	A couple of years ago, I was in Utah just touring the sites on
my bike. (sorry, not a Harley) I love Utah because it has so many
natural wonders. Anything that is outdoors is great because you can
become one with nature. (yeah, I know, kinda sounds cheezy and stolen,
but it's the truth) I loved the wind blowing in my face and thru my
long hair while I was riding down the long open roads.

	I was in need of gas pretty bad so I stopped at the first
station I saw which wasn't too far down the road. I pulled my bike
along side the pumps and got off. Luckily that day I was wearing my
favorite clothes, they tend to draw attention everywhere I go. My
boots, the best part of the outfit, leather motorcycle boots with that
cool buckle on the side. My pants were the faded variety of bluejeans
with the holes in the knees (actually worn that way, not fabricated)
and my favorite flannel shirt with a leather jacket to match the
boots.

	I was pretty tired when I stopped, so after I pumped the gas I
parked the bike beside the station and threw my jacket across it and
walked to the little bench in front, under the awning, and sat down to
rest a bit. The owner walked up and sat down beside me on the bench.
He was an ugly old fart, looked to be about 60 or so. His white hair
wasn't so white because he had grease around the edges, I suppose
where he wiped the sweat away. I handed him the money for the gas and
he went inside and put it in the cash register. He came back out and
sat down again and just as I thought, he wiped the sweat from his brow
with his grease rag. "Bout' time for an oil change there man," I
said. He thought about it for a second and looked at the rag and
laughed. "Yeah, I believe you're right son." He got up again and went
inside and came back out with a couple of sodas. It was pretty warm
and I didn't complain a bit. I offered to pay him, but he wouldn't
take the money. Said I shouldn't have to suffer and that one free soda
wasn't going to kill him.

	After I had finished my soda and talked with the old man for a
while, I decided it was about time to hit the road again. I tied my
jacket and helmet down on back and took off. I was looking for a good
place to go eat and the old man had told me about this great little
bistro in the next town. Only problem was, the next town was almost 40
miles, so I had better ride fast because I was starving!

	I pulled the throttle back all the way and like a rocket I
took off. I rode for a little while at a high rate of speed and
thought I should slow down because 1: I wasn't wearing my helmet, and
2: I didn't want a ticket. I heard that Utah had some badass highway
patrolmen. It was too late tho, about 10 miles out of town I saw a
highway patrol car on the side of the road and I was coming up fast on
him. Too late, had to keep going because I knew he had already clocked
me on radar. Before I knew it, he had me stopped on the shoulder and
had me handcuffed. He asked me if I knew how fast I was going and I
told him I was too afraid to look at the speedometer. He laughed and
told me I was going 145. I told him I didn't think that those cars
could go that fast. They can.

	Anyway, he took me to the county jail and I had to make bail.
I called a friend here and he wired me the money. I still haven't paid
him back yet. It was $1,000 bucks. Ged, sorry... I will pay you back
someday. (maybe! But thanks anyway!) I walked out of the jail about 4
hours after being put in and walked to the impound yard to get my
bike. Luckily it wasn't too far. The bail included the impound fee so
I showed the lot manager the receipt and he just shook his head and
pointed my bike out.

	I took off and went to the bistro the old man had told me
about. They didn't even feed me in jail. I parked my bike outside and
walked in, and sat down at a table in the corner. A waitress walked to
the table and put a glass of water on the table and asked if she could
take me order. I looked up at her and saw that she was severely ugly.
I don't think I had seen a woman this ugly before except in a freak
show. I just kept staring at her in amazement. "Can I take your order
sir?" she said in a waiting tone. I just kept staring. Man, was she
ugly. (I would describe her, but I don't think you want to read it!)
Finally she got fed up with me and walked away. She walked in the back
and I could see her thru the double doors that led into the kitchen. I
saw her talking to someone, but couldn't see them, they were standing
behind a wall. I could see the waitress waving her arms about telling
the person about me. I smiled and turned back to the table and took a
drink of water.

	I was looking out the window and heard this small female voice
in the booth behind me. The booths had tall thin partitions between
them so you couldn't see the people next to you. She was ordering
chicken cordon bleu, and just the sound of her ordering made me
hungry... and horny. Her voice was so petite and sweet. It was like
soft music playing. I was wanting to see this person so bad, but
imagining her was great. She could be anyone. A movie star, porno star
(hopeful thinking!), or she could be that waitress' sister. (God
forbid!)

	She must have been alone because I didn't hear her talking
anymore after she ordered. The waitress came back to my table and said
"Look bud, are you gonna order or stare at me all day this time?" I
smiled and apologized for staring at her earlier and ordered my food.
She walked away mumbling to herself. Must have been the first time she
had ever been stared at before. All the other people must have run.

	I continued to listen for the girl to talk again but never
heard anything except the occasional scraping of her fork on the
plate. I had to hear that voice again. I tapped twice gently on the
partition. I heard a response of, "Who's there?" My heart almost
skipped a beat after hearing her lovely voice. I replied, "Keyle.
What's your name?" She said "Cathy. But everyone calls me Cat." "Hi
Cat. I heard your voice when you ordered and thought it was so
beautiful. I just had to hear it again." "Well, now that we are
talking to each other, does it still sound beautiful as the first
time?" "Yes, even more so," I said smiling behind the partition. I
heard her laugh and this all but melted me in my seat. My food came to
me and I was so hungry I forgot all about talking to the girl until I
finished eating.

	After I was done eating, I knocked on the wall again and asked
if she was still there. "Yes, I'm still here Keyle." We talked for a
bit and while we were doing so, I leaned back against the wall and put
my legs up on the seat. I noticed there was a somewhat large hole in
the back of the seat where the bottom half met the top. I leaned down
to see if I could see anything thru the hole, but I couldn't. "Are you
still there?" she asked and I told her I was. I didn't say anything
about the hole to her. "What are you doing over there?" she said
laughing. "Just getting comfortable," I told her. "I think I will
too. This seat is kinda hard so I am gonna lean back against the
wall."

	We continued talking and all the time we were doing so I was
fantasizing about what she looked like. I imagined her with long
straight blonde hair that touched her ass and swings in the wind when
she walks. Her face tan, with a little bit of makeup on it. Her lips
deep red from lipstick, slightly parted. Her teeth pearl white and in
perfect alignment. Her neck long and smooth leading to strong
shoulders. I pictured her wearing a white cotton half shirt and blue
jeans that cling to her body. Just thinking about this was really
turning me on.

	I poked around the hole in the seat while we talked seeing how
far it went. I could fit my whole hand in the hole, but on the other
side where it came out I could only put one or two fingers thru. I
didn't know it, but the hole had gone all the way thru the wall to the
other booth. Some kid must have done it when his parents left him in
the booth by himself. At the time, I didn't know she could see my
fingers coming thru the other side, but I soon found out.

	We continued talking and I kept fingering the hole (no pun!).
I heard her moving around. "NOW what are you doing?" I asked.
"Getting comfortable again," she said. It was dark outside now and
the bistro lighting was dim like most are.

	I was talking to her and had my fingers in the hole still
playing when I felt something hit them. She didn't say anything, so I
kept playing. (Don't ask me why I was playing with this hole, I guess
it was just a nervous reaction) All of a sudden, I felt something soft
come into contact. It felt like clothing. I pulled my hand out,
knowing now that the hole went to the other booth for sure. I didn't
want to scare this girl by accidentally fingering her asshole. She
knocked on the partition and asked me, "Are you still there? Why did
you move you fingers?" I just sat there for a second thinking. "I
didn't want to scare you when you bumped my fingers." "Do you have a
pocket knife?" she asked. I wondered why she wanted it and I told her
that I did. (I always carry one. My grandpa gave me it when I was
young) "Put it thru the hole." I did so and I heard a tearing noise.
She was making the hole larger on her side. She pushed the knife back
thru and I could see her hand. She hand long thin fingers that were
milky white, and very smooth looking. Her fingernails were painted
bright red and were very glossy. She had an unusually ring on her index
finger. It was a snake wrapped around an eagle. I have never seen
another like it.

	I took the knife from her and put it back in my pocket. "Put
your hand thru now," she told me. I hesitated for a second and put my
hand back in the hole. I slowly moved it to the other side and when it
exited the hole, I felt the material again. I felt the material move
up and could feel silk underwear. The underwear soon moved down and I
could feel her smooth ass.

	"What are you doing?" I asked her and she said, "Just keep
your hand there." I kept it there and I heard her move around. She had
leaned against the back wall like I had done earlier. I could feel the
heat from her body drawing closer. Soon I felt a moist pussy next to
my hand. She had taken off her underwear and was wearing a skirt. She
had pulled the skirt up next to the back of the booth. Nobody could
see that she had it pulled up. This was the wildest thing I had ever
done. I couldn't believe I was going to play with a girls pussy in
public.

	I moved my hand onto her pussy and began rubbing it gently.
She didn't move for fear that someone might catch on. I kept
nonchalantly laying back in my booth against the wall with my hand to
my side in the hole. I kept my other arm on the table with the glass
of water in my hand occasionally taking a drink. I lit up a cigarette
knowing that I was definitely going to need it.

	I stroked her mound softly back and forth for quite a while.
She was getting wetter every second that I did this because my hand
was rubbing across her clit. "Finger me Keyle," I heard coming softly
from behind the wall. I parted her swollen lips with my index and
third finger. I slowly slid my middle finger in her tight hole. It was
so wet I didn't have any problems sliding it in. I felt her move a
little when I slid it in, her hips moving forward accepting my finger.

	I probed the soft inside, moving my finger around the walls of
her pussy. I began pushing and pulling it in and out, and could feel
her squeeze with each stroke, almost crushing my finger with her
power. I heard her moan softly, looking around to see if anyone was
looking. Everyone was talking and eating away happily, not seeming to
notice us, except for one person... the waitress. She was sitting at a
table in the corner opposite from us, taking her break I suppose. She
was staring right at us, but I couldn't stop what I was doing. I might
make Cat mad.

	The waitress had a view of both of us from her position. I
kept staring at her, she stared back. I watched the look on her face
as I was fingering Cat. She seemed excited by what we were doing. She
got up and walked to the bathroom, and came back out a minute or two
later out of her waitress uniform and in street clothes. She was
wearing a short skirt and a halter top. I don't know why, but I had to
just stare at her. She sat back down, her eyes never leaving us. When
she sat down, her legs were spread some and I could see them
underneath the tablecloth. She wasn't wearing any underwear. This
turned me on even more than I was then, even tho she was terribly
ugly.

	She put her hand down under the table between her legs, never
moving her eyes away. She parted her legs more and put her hand
between them. Her pussy glistened from being excited. She began
rubbing her clit and the inside of her thighs. She slid her finger
inside her pussy and brought it out and put it to her mouth. She
seductively put her finger in her mouth and tasted her own juices. My
cock was rock hard and ready to blow. I couldn't handle two women. The
waitress got up and walked over to my table. She whispered in my ear,
"Move your hand."

	I took my hand away, and instantly Cat said thru the wall,
"What's wrong?" The waitress put her finger to her lips and pointed to
herself.

	"Nothing, just a second while I get more comfortable," I told
Cat. She said, "OK," and waited for my hand to return.

	The waitress scooted close to me and put her hand in the hole.
She began to finger and rub Cat's pussy. "Oh, that is so great," Cat
said. I kept looking at the waitress and put my hand under the
tablecloth and on her thigh. She took her free hand and moved it to
her pussy. I began stroking it. She unzipped my pants and reached in
and pulled my cock out. She began stroking it up and down slowly at
first, then got faster as she saw I was breathing heavier. I put my
finger in her hole and began going as deep as I could. As she got
faster, so did I. Soon, I was ready to explode. She sped up quickly
and I had no choice but to shoot my load on the bottom of the table. I
came so hard that I made a medium loud moan. I looked around to see if
anyone heard me, but nobody did.

	A little later, I felt the waitress' pussy contract and I knew
what was happening. She threw her head back and her mouth opened. She
let out a silent moan and quivered like she got a chill. I heard Cat
moan, knowing she had come too. This time, someone heard. She took her
hand from the hole and zipped my pants for me. She patted my bulge and
got up and went out the door.

	Cat knocked on the wall. "That was so great, but I think
someone heard me. Let's get out of here. I told her I needed to go to
the bathroom first and would meet her at my bike. She said ok, and I
went to the bathroom. I washed up and walked outside. I walked to my
bike and looked around. I didn't see anyone. I got on and was about to
start it when I saw a car pass in front of me. It was the waitress
driving, and she had someone in the car with her. The girl in the
passenger side was hot. She made me almost cum in my pants. The
waitress waved at me and I waved back. Then the girl must have thought
I was waving at her because she waved at me. I noticed a ring on her
finger. It was just like the ring on Cat's. It was her. The car took
off in a hurry, and I was going to follow, but I decided I had better
leave it as it were. I had fun, and it was an interesting experience,
but too much of a good thing can hurt you. It was time to move on. I
started my bike and went down the road.

	Maybe one of these years I will visit that bistro again.