Ryan, the Wench, and the Road Home

"Order Chinese. They deliver, otherwise we have to go get it," he pointed at menus on the desk.

"What would you like for dinner?"

"Cashew chicken."

She got up and strode over to the phone. "I'll order."

There was no covering up, no false modesty. She was comfortable in her own skin. While she was on hold, she glanced up and caught him ogling her. She flashed him a big smile. "I was beginning to wonder if you were gay, I..." she heard a voice on the phone. "Yes I'd like to order a cashew chicken dinner and a sweet and sour chicken dinner to cabin 9, Dunes Motel."

As she was gave her credit card number, he waved good bye and motioned that he was going back to the laundry. He returned twenty minutes later with a pile of folded laundry still warm from the dryer. He wondered if Bree would climb back into her panties and sports bra. She made no move to do so when he set down her clean clothing on the bed.

"You're just in time," Bree gestured at the food sitting in paper containers on the desk.

"You answered the door naked?"

She grinned and gave her shoulders a shake. "The delivery boy didn't mind." She sat on the bed cross-legged and opened her food container. "While we're on the subject, why am I the only one naked? A gentleman would be remove his clothes as well."

Ryan stripped knowing the second he removed his underwear, the questions would start.

"Whoa, that's a huge scar on your hip," Bree observed between bites.

"Three years ago, I got t-boned by a steel hauler at an intersection. It crushed my hip. It took a lot of surgery and pain, but doctors eventually pieced me back together and got me walking."

Bree shook her head. "It's a miracle you can walk much less ride a bike."

"They did an astounding job except for two things. I can tell a day ahead if it's going to rain, and there are delicate nerves in my groin that were damaged beyond repair."

Bree frowned then shook her head. "You can't get it up, can you? I was beginning to wonder why...you know."

Ryan smiled. "I've been erection free since that day. It has it good points and it's bad points. One good point is that I haven't had a socially awkward boner since then. The bad point is that there isn't much point in dating if I can't seal the deal. We can be friends, I have those, we can even get to third base, but the home run ain't gonna happen."

"Do you get horny?"

"Yeah, that's God's little joke on me. I'm as horny as the any guy my age, but there's nothing I can do about it."

Bree using chopsticks dunked her shrimp into sweet and sour sauce and plopped it into her mouth drizzling a bit of the bright red sauce into the valley between her breasts. A naked woman eating shrimp with chopsticks was erotic as hell; a naked woman with sweet and sour sauce drizzled between her breasts made him shudder with desire. Either that, or he was hornier than usual. He would ponder that philosophical conundrum later. Right now he chose to enjoy the show.

"I could clean that up for you." Ryan offered as he pointed at her breasts.

She grinned at him. "I bet you could. Would your tongue be involved?"

Ryan gave her an enthusiastic head shake. "Mom told me to never waste food."

"I don't think that would be your mother's advice in the current situation, but thanks for offering." She daubed herself clean with a napkin. For the only time in his life, he wished he was a napkin.

She glanced up at him. "Does my nudity make it painful for you?"

"Not in the least," he included all the room with a sweep of his arm. "In fact, this motel room with you in it is better than the finest I've ever stayed in."

He shook his head. Such thoughts only led to chaos and darkness.

"Thank you," she pointed at his problem, "Could a woman suck on your willy and bring you to orgasm?"

Ryan nodded. "She could, but what's the payoff for her? I can eat her out, and I think I'm rather talented at that. If she wants penetration or a good old fashioned vaginal orgasm, she's working with the wrong guy."

Ryan chewed his cashew chicken deep in thought. Maybe this was the time to bring out his invention. She seemed interested. What the hell.

For years afterward, he would wonder why he made that decision.

He walked over to his trailer, and pulled an object from it which he brought over to the bed.

"This is my Hummingbird Mark 1."

He laid on the bed in front of her.

"A dildo?" There was a little bit of shock and maybe disgust in her voice.

"No, more than that. The bird part of the name stands for Bionic Insertable Reactive Dick. The humming part of the name has to do with one of its features."

Bree pulled back from it as if it were kryptonite and she was Supergirl.

"It's clean, you can touch it if you want to." Ryan handed it to her.

She looked it over. "What's it do?"

"Everything that an erection does, and more." He took it from her. "My very flaccid member slides into the hollow end here, and these straps go around my thighs and waist to hold it in place."

"There's nothing new about a strap on dildo."

"True, the difference lies in the fact that anything that happens here on the surface," he ran his finger down the shaft, "gets transferred down to my dick using software originally developed for robotic arms. I can feel and respond to a woman's moist pussy and her contractions when she orgasms. If you give me a blow job, I can feel your tongue and teeth."

"I can I see it again?"

He handed it to her. She looked it over paying attention to detail.

"It feels good, but it's awful long. Are you going to tell me that's how big you were when erect?"

"I needed it that big to fit in the D battery and the vibrator. Give the shaft two quick squeezes."

She did, "It's vibrating." It surprised her and she nearly dropped the Hummingbird onto the bed.

"Okay, now hold it steady and the strength of the vibrations increases. Give it three quick squeezes and the vibrator decreases and turns off."

She did, then laid it on the bed.

"You're showing me this to get me to try it out?"

He sipped a beer and picked up his chopsticks. "Nope. Tomorrow night I'm going to see an old girlfriend. I'll get my chance to test it then, maybe."

He got up and put his invention back into his bike trailer, came back to the bed and resumed eating knowing her attention was riveted on his flaccid cock.

"If it works, you have a multi-million dollar idea there. Every limp dick baby boomer in the world will want one, and you can charge any price you choose."

He nodded. "The trick was taking available software and miniaturizing it along with microprocessors to the point where everything could fit into the limited space available. I've been working on it for a couple years."

"What are you going to do with it now?"

"I'll shop it around to see if anyone is willing to buy it off me. I know my limits. I'm an inventor, not a manufacturer or a marketing guy. I'll leave that to the experts."

"I bet you could get a couple million for a product like that," she finished up her sweet and sour chicken and threw the container into the trash.

The conversation moved on to other things as evening passed into night. They watched television laying side be side on the bed. By accident, she would touch him sending a thrill though him. He wondered what her pussy would taste like, and how long it would take for his tongue to bring her to orgasm. Things did not flow in that direction and they went to bed early. Their eighty mile day on a bike had caught up with them.

Ryan turned out the light, and they lay side by side without touching. Bree rolled over on her side away from him and he did the same pushing their naked butts into each other.

"Sorry," Ryan said, "didn't mean to touch you, this bed is small."

"No problem. Mind if I spoon in behind you? It'll give us more room."

"Go ahead."

She scooted in next to him shoving her breasts into his back. They were fake, but he would have liked to play with them anyway. It took her forever to get settled and Ryan relished every time she brushed against him.

A pregnant silence followed. He drowsed on the edge of sleep.

"Ryan, are you awake?"

"I am."

"I was thinking that we might try out your hummingbird thingy. I need something to settle me down. I can't seem to turn off my mind, and lying next to your naked body is turning me on."

Ryan sat right up. "Be back in a sec."

He opened the trailer lid and rummaged around until he found the hummingbird. There were two laying side by side, but one was only a shell he had brought along in case there were problems. He grabbed the right one, went into the bathroom, inserted his dick into the hollow end and attached the straps firmly around his thighs and waist. Servomotors and a light suction seated his dick in position within a silky membrane. He turned out the light and climbed back into the bed very much aware of the attachment on him.

At first she said nothing then, "How do we go about this?"

"The usual way, I need to make you receptive?"

"Receptive? You mean hot and bothered?"

"Yeah, that's what I mean."

"Well, then start by kissing me." She puckered up.

Ryan kissed her feeling her lips part and her tongue explore his. The old feelings returned. His hands found her firm breasts, her flat tummy, and then the valley between her legs. He took moisture from her lips and stroked her clitoris. She responded by grinding her hips into his hand.

So far so good.

"You're a hell of a kisser," she purred as they broke for breath.

Her hand wandered down and stroked this mechanical member. The hummingbird transferred the exquisit sensation to his own limp member. It was working as he had planned.

"Now that it's warmed up it feels lifelike. I'm liking your invention more and more."

Ryan flexed his hip muscles.

"Oh my, it swelled in my hand. How did you do that?"

"When I flex, it's a signal for it to swell ten percent by volume."

"Are there any more surprises?"

"A few, I'll let you discover them for yourself."

"Now you're making me horny," she giggled, "it's like trying out a new ride at an amusement park," She got up on all fours. "Can I be on top?"

"Sure."

He lay on his back, and she straddled his hips. She slid over his robo-dick with minimal resistance.

"It feels real," she rose and settled on his hips again. "I could get used to that. You feel nice and warm in me."

"It warms to slightly higher than body temperature. It does other stuff too. Do a couple quick kegels."

She did and her eyes grew big.

"Oh my, it's vibrating." A shiver ran through her body.

She took a moment to enjoy the sensation while lightly tweaking her nipples.

She wiggled her hips, "That's nice. It's turning me on."

"Okay, now clamp down on it with your internal muscles."

She did as ordered then her eyes got bigger still. "The vibrations are getting stronger."

An orgasm rattled through her, a quick one. Ryan steadied her with his hands on her hips. She began rocking, but stopped moments later as she shivered through a second orgasm.

She gripped his shoulders and squeezed as yet another followed in quick succession. When she almost fell off him following the stronger orgasm, he sat up and steadied her wrapping his arms around her back driving her breasts into his face.

"Can we switch positions with me on the bottom? I'm really getting into this," her voice a breathless murmur.

"Wrap you legs around my waist and your arms around my neck and hold on."

He stood with her wrapped around him then laid down with her on the bottom. He stroked into her picking up speed whenever she spurred him on with her heels kicking his ass.

"This is amazing," she muttered. "Here, comes, a, big, one!"

Her body went stiff followed by her flailing beneath him. He stopped pumping and allowed her to catch her breath.

"Your vibrator keeps me wanting more," she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Fuck me hard."

He picked up the pace driving into her. Bree responded reaching a point were one orgasm built into next. After a few minutes she tapped him on the arm.

"You have to stop now," she panted, "I'm too worn out to go any further."

Ryan slid out of her and shut the hummingbird down.

"I've never been so well and truly fucked," Bree said when she could catch her breath. "I danced in a strip club working my way through college, and even an eight hour shift of continuous nudity and lap dances never got me as hot and bothered as that little invention of yours did." She patted his arm. "You're not going to be a millionaire, you're going to be a billionaire."

He got up and went into the bathroom to remove his device and clean it. The straps weren't right yet. Welts on his legs showed they needed to be softer with more give, but the tryout had been a success.

He glanced in the mirror, made a fist to celebrate his accomplishment. The Hummingbird had worked as planned. After the initial awkwardness, Bree had responded with enthusiasm.

Of course, he hadn't orgasmed. He had turned down the sensitivity so that he could gauge Bree's reaction. That made it less like lovemaking and more like a test run, but he got the data he needed. Still her closeness, the skin to skin contact, and her reactions had made the session satisfying. There were few things finer in this world than a woman's naked breasts rubbing against your face.

He packed his hummingbird away and returned to the bed where he found Bree sleeping. He crawled in next to her, wrapped his arm around her cupping her breast, and fell asleep a contented man.

The old nightmare returned. He lay in bed in the hospital trying to will an erection. He pushed away tears as he came to the realization that he was forever barred from one basic form of intimacy with a woman. Then the dream changed because he looked down and he was wearing his hummingbird. He remembered smiling, and then he woke up.

"Are you interested in coffee?" Ryan set the cardboard tray containing a coffee, two creamers and two sugars on the night stand next to the bed.

Bree came up from beneath the covers with her hair down over her face. "What time is it?"

"7 am," he pointed at the coffee, "time to get moving. We've got eighty miles of road ahead of us today. I want to get a big part in before it gets hot."

She sat up, not the least bit shy about her nudity in the morning light. After stretching and yawning she threw back the covers and stood. "How can you be in riding gear already?"

"I've never been able to sleep in. Once the sun's up, I'm up."

She padded off to the bathroom, and emerged a few minutes later with her face washed and her hair braided.

"Are you a breakfast person?" Ryan pointed at a breakfast sandwich sitting next to the coffee. "It's sausage and biscuit. Not too bad and it's still warm."

"I don't want to even think about food before noon." She sat on the bed, pulled on her fresh washed panties and sports bra. Ryan bid her naked body a fond farewell.

Bree cocked her head at him. "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to miss the beguiling way you wandered around naked."

She gave him a sultry smile then fixed her coffee and took a sip. "That's pretty good."

She set down her coffee and stretched again. "Eighty miles puts us up around Traverse City?"

"A little east of it."

"Are we headed to another place where you like to stay?"

"We need to talk about that. I stop at a clothing optional resort, but there's also a chain motel near by."

"Is this to get me out of my clothes, again?" She gave him a little wiggle of her shoulders. "I'm not unhappy about the idea."

Ryan shook his head. "To tell you the truth, I'd prefer that you stayed at the motel. The woman that I love, but couldn't marry because of my accident lives at the nudist resort. Her parents own it. I'd like a little time alone with her to show her what I've invented, and to see how she feels about it."

Ryan watched her. Emotions flickered across her face. Was she hurt, rejected? But how, he barely knew her? The sex last night had been about scratching an itch. There had been no love, no affection involved for either of them.

"I thought we were moving toward a relationship," a pout crossed her lips.

"I'm sorry if you feel that way. I've known you less than twenty-four hours. I promised to get you up to your car, and nothing beyond that. The sex last night was fun, but we don't even know each other."

A constellation of emotions tracked across her face. First anger followed by a hurt look, followed by more anger, then determination. That was the one that worried him. Was she thinking about revenge?

"Look, we're riding through Traverse City today. If you don't want to ride with me anymore, you can break off there and go your own way. You could find transportation to your car there. There's a bus station."

If she was going to be difficult, it would probably be best to part ways. He had incurred no obligation to her. He had not seduced her.

She said nothing as she pulled on her clothes and walked her bike out the door.

A stony silence killed any attempts at conversation all morning as nothing, not the blue sky, not the beautiful scenery, not the breeze at their backs made up for his companion's mood. Her sullen silence cast a pall that made the ride as much fun as a root canal.

Her funk lightened over lunch in Interlochen.

"What kind of nudist colony are you going to tonight?" she asked over a bowl of chili.

Ryan was taken aback. She hadn't said more than a sentence all morning.

"It's hard to classify. Two hippies founded it as a place where people could come and be anyway they wanted to be. If you want to wander around in a terrycloth bathrobe that's fine, and if you want to spend your stay stark naked, that's fine too. Most people choose the latter. The only rules are that no one hurts anyone in anyway, no public sex, and you can't wear any clothing in the pool or the hot tub."

"It sounds like a fun place."

"I discovered it about ten years ago. I found it on a miserable rainy evening when I was looking for any shelter I could find. They took me in out of pity even though they were leery about unescorted men. I was so impressed that I come back every year."

"What about the woman you want to see there?"

Ryan washed a bit of his sandwich down with a sip of soda.

"I've known Lisa since she was a teenager. We were to the point of getting serious three years ago when my accident screwed things up. Even though Lisa wanted to continue our relationship, I didn't think it was right to tie her to a man who couldn't perform one of the basic functions of marriage."

"And you think your invention will change that?"

He nodded. "It's been two years since I last saw her. She might be engaged or married for all I know. If that's the case, I'll bow out and be on my way. If she's free, I'll state my case. If it creeps her out, then I'll be on my way." He paused to think. "It's a long shot, but if I don't try, I'll never know."

"Are you going to tell her that you're going to make millions off your invention?"

He shook his head. "She's a bright girl, she'll know."

"Either way, you're going to meet me at the motel so we can ride up to Wilderness State Park?"

Ryan nodded. "I promise that I'll be there. Tomorrow evening you'll be at your car no matter what happens.

"How far ahead is the nudist camp?"

He looked at his watch. "We should get there about five. Your motel is ten minutes further down the road."

They had spent the morning riding up M-22 a tree lined road with occasional glimpses of Lake Michigan. Before lunch they had turned inland riding through country dotted with lakes, swamps and forest.

"I've been thinking about your robo-dick. How would you go about getting something like that manufactured and sold to people?"