The sensation of her body up against his sent chills down his spine. There was something about the immediacy and intensity of being so close to a woman that he had wanted for so long, together on the back of a motorcycle that made him feel more alive than he had in a long time. The machine roared as it tore up dust and rocks in their wake.<br/><br/>A smile was permanently fixed on Kyle’s face as they went, faster on the straightaways, and slightly slower on the corners. When they turned Kyle leaned the bike over into the curve, which brought the road all that much closer to them. He went probably a little faster than he should have, but he couldn’t help himself. Besides, if the ride caused her to hold on more tightly, then all the better.<br/><br/>Within a few minutes they had made their way to the edge of a tall fence with a gate. Instead of going through the gate, he instead took a quick ride around the fence itself, which stretched for about a mile. Inside the fence they could catch glimpses of a small, private pond or lake in the distance. Going slower to hug the corners, he explained the spot to her through in a half-yell.<br/><br/>“This is a private pond on the estate. The fence is to keep out fishermen… and alligators,” he added with a smile. “I’m just checking on the fence before we go in – make sure it’s intact. The pond is fed by culverts – basically streams fed into pipes – that have screens on them to keep things out.”<br/><br/>After they completed their circuit he slowed the bike down to a stop just in front of the gate. Fishing out a key, he opened the padlock and walked the bike through before locking the gate again. “Everything looks good,” he yelled before driving down the dirt road to the lake itself.<br/><br/>Once he had extended the kickstand and turned the motor off, the silence was deafening. He helped her up off the bike and pulled her into a quick embrace and kiss before continuing the conversation.<br/><br/>“Your hearing will come back in a few minutes,” he said with a sheepish, slightly dusty expression. “I come here on the weekends to unwind. Commune with nature and all that. It’s private and quiet. Very relaxing.”<br/><br/>With that he released his hold on her and opened one of the bike’s saddlebags. Inside was a bar of soap, a few bottles of hotel shampoo and a towel. “You realize that you are really dirty now from the road.” He shrugged his shoulders. “You’re simply going to have to get cleaned up in the lake with me. Too bad, we didn’t pack any swimsuits,” he added with a sly smile before beginning to unbutton his shirt.