Chapter 4

Jennifer was so distracted by what had happened in the truck stop that she forgot all about the pillow. She just climbed back on the bike without putting it back in place. Bob didn't notice either. He was more concerned with not appearing to speed off. He wasn't worried if the cops stopped them, but it would cost time, and he didn't want that. As he pulled out across the parking lot, heading for the exit, Jennifer leaned forward and spoke in his ear.

"I'm n-n-not a little g-g-girl!"

Bob laughed and turned his head as images from last night flashed through his mind.

"You got that right, Princess. You're for sure not a little girl any more."

Jennifer felt the warmth of satisfaction in her chest as she squeezed Bob. Then he turned onto the highway and accelerated, and then she remembered the pillow as those disturbing/delicious feelings began to pummel her.

She took it for five miles before she knew she had to do something. She reached behind her and tugged at the pillow. Then she had to stand up on the foot pegs to try to get it into place. The bike wobbled a little and Bob turned his head.

"Sit still!" he barked.

"The p-p-pillow!" she shouted.

He slowed while she stood and stuffed the pillow into place. She got it almost all the way under her, but when she sat down her butt was still being vibrated, just at the bottom of her slit. It wasn't so bad, though, so she squeezed him to let him know she was settled.

For the next hundred miles she leaned her head against his back and just enjoyed the buzz. When they stopped for gas she was turned on and had to admit it to herself, even though her butt hurt a little. She got off the bike and walked around, feeling bowlegged. To her disgust, she felt like rubbing. When she got back on the bike she fiddled with the pillow and found that, with it in just the right place, she could lean back against the sissy bar, which prevented the exquisite feelings. But if she leaned forward, the crotch of her jeans came into contact with the seat of the bike and, though she didn't know it, the clitty whizzer.

For another hundred miles, she alternated between leaning forward long enough to have a glorious orgasm and then leaning back to recuperate from it.

It took Bob fifty miles to figure out what she was doing. He didn't quite know what to think. The bike was doing its job. And she'd masturbated herself in bed the night before. She was an adult, technically. But he also thought of her as his niece and, therefore, untouchable.

Still, when they stopped for gas the next time, he had to adjust the boner in his jeans.

Three hundred miles was all they could take that second day. With the hard tail suspension, even Bob was ready to stop, even though it was only three-thirty in the afternoon. They had spent an hour having lunch, and going on two lane roads with towns slowing them down regularly, had only averaged about fifty miles per hour. They agreed to stop for the day when Bob filled up the third time.

Jennifer's thighs ached and her butt hurt. Her abdominal muscles, unused to both the stress of leaning back on the pillow and the five orgasms per hour she'd been having since breakfast, felt like she'd done too many sit-ups. She couldn't help but walk bowlegged when she got off the bike at the Comfort Inn he pulled into.

"We're going to have someplace nice tonight," he said, leaning back to stretch his back. "Maybe there's a laundromat around here, too."

The clerk at the desk was completely polite and assumed nothing about them except for one thing.

"We've got a hot tub in the pool area," he said helpfully, looking at the helmet cradled under Jennifer's arm. "I hear it soaks the aches and pains away really well."

"Th-th-that sounds d-d-divine!" sighed Jennifer, completely unconcerned that she was stuttering.

"Laundry facilities?" asked Bob.

"A block and a half that way," said the clerk pointing. "And a Super Wal-Mart down the street another mile or so. There's a card in each room with places that will deliver takeout, and there are tons of places to eat on the strip."

"Got a double?" asked Bob.

The clerk checked his computer.

"I have a room in the back with two queens," he said. "It's non-smoking, though."

"Perfect," said Bob.

In the room Jennifer flopped onto one of the beds.

"Everyth-th-thing h-h-hurts," she moaned.

"The hot tub will fix you right up," said Bob.

"I d-d-don't have a b-b-bathing s-s-suit," she sighed.

"Wal-Mart will," said Bob. "You want to take a nap before we go get one?"

"N-n-no," she said. "I w-w-want to b-b-be ab-b-ble to j-j-just crash wh-wh-when I g-g-get out of th-th-the t-t-tub."

"That means getting back on the bike," he said gently.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned.

"You want me to go pick you something out?"

She sat up and looked at him like he was crazy.

"L-l-like you'd g-g-get the right s-s-size!" she said, as if it was obvious that was impossible.

They spent an hour in Wal-Mart while she picked out a bikini and he found a pair of baggy trunks. He also picked up another back pack that he was pretty sure he could fasten to the handle bars. It would look goofy, but would double the storage room they had. They each got two more T shirts and he got them each a pair of gym shorts to sleep in, so they wouldn't have to wear jeans. He also bought a small bottle of laundry detergent, and they returned to the motel.

When Bob stepped out of the bathroom, wearing the trunks he'd gotten at Wal-Mart, Jennifer was ready to go. She had changed into her new bikini and put a T shirt on over it. He handed her a towel and they headed to the pool area.

Jennifer walked straight to the hot tub and dipped her hand in the water.

"Mmmmmmm," she said. Then she whipped the T shirt up and over her head.

Bob hadn't paid any attention to the two piles of cloth that she'd put on the conveyer belt at Wal-Mart. He'd been getting the credit card he intended to use out of his wallet as the cashier had scanned the items and bagged them. He was therefore unprepared when he saw the bikini on Jennifer's body.

It was black and stood out starkly from her untanned skin. It showed a lot of that skin, even though it was relatively modest by most standards. The bottoms consisted of two triangles that covered front and back, while rising high on each hip, connected only by two bows. The bra covered the front of her breasts, but exposed the sides and all of her cleavage. The bra cups were connected by another bow. Spaghetti straps went around her back and neck to hold the cups in place. As she shook her blond hair, straightening it from being mussed by the T shirt, he gazed at what was most assuredly a very grown up looking Jennifer.

He felt his groin tighten and, afraid that his stiffening prick would show in the baggy suit, scrambled into the hot tub rather too quickly.

"Ahhhhhh," he groaned as the steaming hot water felt like it burned his skin.

Jennifer got in more slowly, bending over to smooth water over her arms and shoulders as she slowly lowered her buttocks into the water. Bob stared helplessly as her hanging breasts wobbled in time with her hand and arm movements. Even the heat of the water didn't keep him from getting fully erect.

Jennifer had paid him no attention at all as she eased herself into the water. Once she was in up to her neck, a dreamy smile suffused her face and her eyes closed. She wobbled in the water, and opened her eyes to see Bob leaning back against the wall of the tub, gazing at her.

"Feels good," she sighed, without stuttering. She moved toward him and sat next to him, leaning her head back on his arm, which lay on the edge of the tub. Her hip pressed against his and she leaned into his side. "Mmmmmmmm ... soooo good."

Bob was fine, as long as he didn't have to stand up. He didn't want to anyway. She was right. This felt really good. The clerk had been right, too. He could already feel the aches and pains oozing out of his muscles. As long as her hand didn't land in his lap, everything was good.

Bob jerked awake from a cat nap and realized they'd been in the tub for far too long. He felt weak as he roused Jennifer from her own nap with her head leaning on his chest. He got out of the water and the cool air immediately invigorated him. Jennifer resisted, though, as muscles that suddenly felt like spaghetti made her sag and wobble.

"C-c-carry me," she whined.

"I don't think so," he said grinning.

"C-c-come on," she moaned.

He scooped her up and then walked to the edge of the pool.

"D-d-don't you d-d-dare!" she moaned.

He dared, though, and the splash from her impact hit him, feeling like ice after the heat of the hot tub. Her yell sounded both tortured and outraged. She rose to the surface spluttering.

"Y-y-you p-p-prick!" she shouted.

"Tsk, tsk," he grinned. "Such language from a genteel young lady such as yourself!" He put a look of shock on his face.

Energized by the cold water, Jennifer swam to the side and vaulted up onto the deck. She stood glaring at Bob until she noticed his wide eyes. Then she looked down at her bikini top, where he was staring. The water had dislodged one of the cups, and her left breast was bare. The chilled stark pink nipple stood out strong. She was astonished to find that she didn't really mind that he could see it. She was further distracted by the look on his face, which she recognized easily as one of shock. She thought that was funny, because she couldn't ever remember seeing this big, gruff man shocked.

"P-p-pervert!" she laughed. "I'm g-g-gonna t-t-tell my d-d-daddy!" She giggled as his mouth dropped open and felt an uncharacteristic heat in her belly as she saw stark appreciation in his eyes, before he covered them with his hand.

"Damn, Jen," he groaned. "Don't do that to an old man!"

She reached for the cloth between her breasts and tugged it back over the exposed flesh.

He turned around, to face away from her. She didn't know it was to hide his suddenly burgeoning prick from her, and just thought he was being gentlemanly or shy. That made her feel wonderful, too. It was her first experience with a man looking at her like a woman, and she was surprised to find how good it felt. She remembered, suddenly, that morning, when he had seen her whole lower half bare.

"It's n-n-no big d-d-deal," she said. "Y-y-you saw m-m-my b-b-bottom bare, t-t-too."

"It is a big deal," he said. "You have no idea what that does to a man."

"W-w-well it's y-y-your fault anyw-w-way!" she giggled. "Y-y-you're th-th-the one who th-th-threw m-m-me in!"

"Oh, come on," he said, sounding disgusted.

He returned to the hot tub and picked up two towels that they'd brought with them from the room. He held one over his groin and tossed her the other one.

She stared at the towel he was pressing against the front of his suit and understanding hit her like a ton of bricks. He not only saw her as a woman ... he reacted to her like she was a woman. The flush of triumph in her belly swelled and flowed upwards into her chest.

"Well," she said thoughtfully. "Y-y-you're n-n-not just an old m-m-man. Y-y-you're a d-d-dirty old m-m-man!" She giggled again. "I k-k-kind of l-l-like it."

Bob's eyes suddenly lifted and she felt something like heat from his stern gaze.

"Don't tease me," he said, his voice low. "You're a very beautiful woman, Jen. I can't help reacting to that, but let's not do anything to screw up a good relationship, okay?"

The intensity of his voice was her first clue that there was some kind of strong emotion going on inside him. This was too new to her. Only recently had she thought of Uncle Bob as a man ... in the sense that men interacted with women on a sexual level. That occurred to her now, as her eyes dropped to the towel. It was obvious why he was covering it and it almost scared her to think of him ... being a man ... with a woman. It seemed foreign to her somehow, like thinking about your parents having sex. It was just disturbing. And he sounded mad!

"D-d-don't be m-m-mad," she pleaded.

The stern look fell off his face at the anguish in her voice.

"I'm not mad, Princess," he said. "It's just that... " He didn't finish. He didn't want to say what was really on his mind. If he did, he'd be telling her he wanted to see all of her naked, preferably in bed, ready to be mounted ... by him. No ... that wouldn't be a good thing to tell her at all.