Head Bobbing Heat

The head bob, I said to myself, watch for the head bob. Even wearing sunglasses, I had to shield my eyes looking east into the bright morning sun backdropped by the cloudless blue sky. I stepped closer to the asphalt so I could see around the other people doing the same thing. We kept watching to our left as far down the road as we could until it sloped away behind a hill. It didn’t take long until we could see the head bobs of the first cyclists flash by as they sped across the finish line. We turned back to the east to watch for the rest. As more came by, I kept watching for one in particular. Finally I saw her climb the hill. Here she came, pedaling furiously, hunched over, grasping the bars with both hands, her short, blonde hair peeking from underneath her ice blue bike helmet, riding hard… and she was smiling. “Way to go babe!” I yelled as my wife Maggie rode by. I knew she heard me because she grinned. I watched her safely ride past the finish line and roll to the stop. I ran to meet her, waiting as she got off her bike and walked it through the post race staging area. I waited for her. I could see Maggie was giddy with excitement. She was happy and I was happy for her. “Well done,” I exclaimed as I put my arm around her, bent down (she is several inches shorter than me) and kissed her on her cheek. “That was a great ride for the first time on this trail.” Mags was still trying to catch her breath. She took off her helmet which left her with wet, matted hair and sweat dripping down her face. “Thanks,” she said grabbing a water bottle from a nearby table. “That was a tough ride, but boy, it was fun.” Cycling was a recent new love for Maggie. She had started slowly as a way to ride bikes with our three daughters. As they grew older, Maggie increased her riding time and started to enter competitions a few years ago. Mags usually rides 20-25 miles a week, most of them on Saturday. Me? I am not much of a bicycle rider; preferring instead jogging and golf. Each year, we each plan one major competition. This was Maggie’s — a yearly cycle competition in a western state that is complete with a ride that features sharp hills, curves, and a path going by both mountains and streams. My role was to drive to various points of the race to cheer her on. I would watch her go by and then drive to the next observation point. I felt part of the race. Maggie had spent months, preparing for this. This ride had been a dream and now she had made it. “Are you sore?” I asked as I took the bike from her. Mags shook her head. “Nothing a hot shower and massage won’t cure,” she said. Then she giggled. “Hope I can find someone who wants to rub my body later today. I need that post-race massage.” We slowly walked to our vehicle. I secured the bike on the rack attached to the back, we got into the vehicle and left the competition. We were staying in a historic downtown eight-story motel in a city about 10 miles away. It was a nice drive back as it gave Maggie a chance to relax. Even tired and exhausted, Mags looked beautiful to me. Her sweat-drenched cycle jersey also clung to her body in all the right places. That was a nice view too. Around noon, we got to our hotel and took the elevator to our seventh-story room. The inside air-conditioned air felt good after being in the summertime warm weather. As soon as we got into the room, Maggie pulled the cycle jersey over her head revealing her sports bra. She tossed it aside and sat heavily on the bed. She began to pull off her shoes and socks. “I think it is shower time,” she said as the last sock came off. She looked up at me, her blue eyes sparkling and a smile creeping up the corners of her mouth. “You want to join me?” Trying hard not to look at her legs or semi-exposed breasts, I tried to feign interest, which wasn’t easy. “How about why you do that, I look for a good place for lunch? You have earned that.” Maggie looked at me quizzically because I have never — I mean never — given up that kind of chance. She shrugged her shoulders and said with a sly smile, “Suit yourself. I am off to get wet with or without you.” I just grinned and watched her wiggle her backside into the bathroom. After I heard her close the door — luckily she didn’t lock it — and turn on the water, I rushed to my suitcase. Buried deep under clothes and in a small bag was Maggie’s prize for finishing this race: A gold necklace especially made in this state. I had ordered it several weeks before and picked it up the day we left for the bike race. I knew how hard she had worked for this race; the time, the energy and yes, the pain. This had not been easy. But she had done it and she deserved something to remember the moment. My role was to present the necklace to Maggie. I had been thinking all through the race how to present the necklace to Maggie. I thought a surprise would be the best way — and besides, Mags always loved surprises. Taking the necklace case out of the bag, I carefully crept towards the bathroom and pushed opened the door. Mags was still in the shower. I heard her singing and saw the outline of her alluring figure through the curtain. I placed the black case on the counter near the sink and quietly retreated from the bathroom. I took a seat in a winged back chair facing the two beds and the bathroom which was on the other side of the room. I tried to look for restaurants as I continued to hear the water run. Finally, the water stopped. “Should be just seconds,” I thought. In my mind, I could see Maggie reaching for a towel and stepping out of the shower. I could see her drying herself off and seeing the box on the sink. She would go over there, with towel in one hand, open the box with her other hand, see what was inside, and…. “Ohhhh myyyy!” I heard Maggie exclaim from the bathroom. I grinned. “I think she likes it,” I thought. A few minutes passed as I tried to concentrate on my iPad. I looked up when I heard her soft voice. “How do I look?” said Maggie. She had her right hand on the door frame, her left hand was on her hip. Mags was wearing the necklace, a beautiful smile… and nothing else. I squinted. “What am I supposed to look at?” I asked. Mags shook her head and laughed. “The necklace, silly.” “Oh. I was distracted by other things,” I said, getting up from the chair and walking to meet Maggie near the desk and drawers which sat in the middle of the room. Maggie turned and walked towards the bed. She began to pull her towel off and tossed it aside, revealing her sports bra. She took off her shoes and socks. “I think it is shower time,” she said as the last sock came off. She looked up at me, her blue eyes sparkling and a smile creeping up the corners of her mouth. “You want to join me?” Trying hard not to look at her legs or semi-exposed breasts, I tried to feign interest, which wasn’t easy. “How about why you do that, I look for a good place for lunch? You have earned that.” Maggie looked at me quizzically because I have never — I mean never — given up that kind of chance. She shrugged her shoulders and said with a sly smile, “Suit yourself. I am off to get wet with or without you.” I just grinned and watched her wiggle her backside into the bathroom. After I heard her close the door — luckily she didn’t lock it — and turn on the water, I rushed to my suitcase. Buried deep under clothes and in a small bag was Maggie’s prize for finishing this race: A gold necklace especially made in this state. I had ordered it several weeks before and picked it up the day we left for the bike race. I knew how hard she had worked for this race; the time, the energy and yes, the pain. This had not been easy. But she had done it and she deserved something to remember the moment. My role was to present the necklace to Maggie. I had been thinking all through the race how to present the necklace to Maggie. I thought a surprise would be the best way — and besides, Mags always loved surprises. Taking the necklace case out of the bag, I carefully crept towards the bathroom and pushed opened the door. Mags was still in the shower. I heard her singing and saw the outline of her alluring figure through the curtain. I placed the black case on the counter near the sink and quietly retreated from the bathroom. I took a seat in a winged back chair facing the two beds and the bathroom which was on the other side of the room. I tried to look for restaurants as I continued to hear the water run. Finally, the water stopped. “Should be just seconds,” I thought. In my mind, I could see Maggie reaching for a towel and stepping out of the shower. I could see her drying herself off and seeing the box on the sink. She would go over there, with towel in one hand, open the box with her other hand, see what was inside, and…. “Ohhhh myyyy!” I heard Maggie exclaim from the bathroom. I grinned. “I think she likes it,” I thought. A few minutes passed as I tried to concentrate on my iPad. I looked up when I heard her soft voice. “How do I look?” said Maggie. She had her right hand on the door frame, her left hand was on her hip. Mags was wearing the necklace, a beautiful smile… and nothing else. I squinted. “What am I supposed to look at?” I asked. Mags shook her head and laughed. “The necklace, silly.” “Oh. I was distracted by other things,” I said, getting up from the chair and walking to meet Maggie near the desk and drawers which sat in the middle of the room. Maggie turned and walked towards the bed. She began to pull her towel off and tossed it aside, revealing her sports bra. She took off her shoes and socks. “I think it is shower time,” she said as the last sock came off. She looked up at me, her blue eyes sparkling and a smile creeping up the corners of her mouth. “You want to join me?” Trying hard not to look at her legs or semi-exposed breasts, I tried to feign interest, which wasn’t easy. “How about why you do that, I look for a good place for lunch? You have earned that.” Maggie looked at me quizzically because I have never — I mean never — given up that kind of chance. She shrugged her shoulders and said with a sly smile, “Suit yourself. I am off to get wet with or without you.” I just grinned and watched her wiggle her backside into the bathroom. After I heard her close the door — luckily she didn’t lock it — and turn on the water, I rushed to my suitcase. Buried deep under clothes and in a small bag was Maggie’s prize for finishing this race: A gold necklace especially made in this state. I had ordered it several weeks before and picked it up the day we left for the bike race. I knew how hard she had worked for this race; the time, the energy and yes, the pain. This had not been easy. But she had done it and she deserved something to remember the moment. My role was to present the necklace to Maggie. I had been thinking all through the race how to present the necklace to Maggie. I thought a surprise would be the best way — and besides, Mags always loved surprises. Taking the necklace case out of the bag, I carefully crept towards the bathroom and pushed opened the door. Mags was still in the shower. I heard her singing and saw the outline of her alluring figure through the curtain. I placed the black case on the counter near the sink and quietly retreated from the bathroom. I took a seat in a winged back chair facing the two beds and the bathroom which was on the other side of the room. I tried to look for restaurants as I continued to hear the water run. Finally, the water stopped. “Should be just seconds,” I thought. In my mind, I could see Maggie reaching for a towel and stepping out of the shower. I could see her drying herself off and seeing the box on the sink. She would go over there, with towel in one hand, open the box with her other hand, see what was inside, and…. “Ohhhh myyyy!” I heard Maggie exclaim from the bathroom. I grinned. “I think she likes it,” I thought. A few minutes passed as I tried to concentrate on my iPad. I looked up when I heard her soft voice. “How do I look?” said Maggie. She had her right hand on the door frame, her left hand was on her hip. Mags was wearing the necklace, a beautiful smile… and nothing else. I squinted. “What am I supposed to look at?” I asked. Mags shook her head and laughed. “The necklace, silly.” “Oh. I was distracted by other things,” I said, getting up from the chair and walking to meet Maggie near the desk and drawers which sat in the middle of the room. Maggie turned and walked towards the bed. She began to pull her towel off and tossed it aside, revealing her sports bra. She took off her shoes and socks. “I think it is shower time,” she said as the last sock came off. She looked up at me, her blue eyes sparkling and a smile creeping up the corners of her mouth. “You want to join me?” Trying hard not to look at her legs or semi-exposed breasts, I tried to feign interest, which wasn’t easy. “How about why you do that, I look for a good place for lunch? You have earned that.” Maggie looked at me quizzically because I have never — I mean never — given up that kind of chance. She shrugged her shoulders and said with a sly smile, “Suit yourself. I am off to get wet with or without you.” I just grinned and watched her wiggle her backside into the bathroom. After I heard her close the door — luckily she didn’t lock it — and turn on the water, I rushed to my suitcase. Buried deep under clothes and in a small bag was Maggie’s prize for finishing this race: A gold necklace especially made in this state. I had ordered it several weeks before and picked it up the day we left for the bike race. I knew how hard she had worked for this race; the time, the energy and yes, the pain. This had not been easy. But she had done it and she deserved something to remember the moment. My role was to present the necklace to Maggie. I had been thinking all through the race how to present the necklace to Maggie. I thought a surprise would be the best way — and besides, Mags always loved surprises. Taking the necklace case out of the bag, I carefully crept towards the bathroom and pushed opened the door. Mags was still in the shower. I heard her singing and saw the outline of her alluring figure through the curtain. I placed the black case on the counter near the sink and quietly retreated from the bathroom. I took a seat in a winged back chair facing the two beds and the bathroom which was on the other side of the room. I tried to look for restaurants as I continued to hear the water run. Finally, the water stopped. “Should be just seconds,” I thought. In my mind, I could see Maggie reaching for a towel and stepping out of the shower. I could see her drying herself off and seeing the box on the sink. She would go over there, with towel in one hand, open the box with her other hand, see what was inside, and…. “Ohhhh myyyy!” I heard Maggie exclaim from the bathroom. I grinned. “I think she likes it,” I thought. A few minutes passed as I tried to concentrate on my iPad. I looked up when I heard her soft voice. “How do I look?” said Maggie. She had her right hand on the door frame, her left hand was on her hip. Mags was wearing the necklace, a beautiful smile… and nothing else. I squinted. “What am I supposed to look at?” I asked. Mags shook her head and laughed. “The necklace, silly.” “Oh. I was distracted by other things,” I said, getting up from the chair and walking to meet Maggie near the desk and drawers which sat in the middle of the room. Maggie turned and walked towards the bed. She began to pull her towel off and tossed it aside, revealing her sports bra. She took off her shoes and socks. “I think it is shower time,” she said as the last sock came off. She looked up at me, her blue eyes sparkling and a smile creeping up the corners of her mouth. “You want to join me?” Trying hard not to look at her legs or semi-exposed breasts, I tried to feign interest, which wasn’t easy. “How about why you do that, I look for a good place for lunch? You have earned that.” Maggie looked at me quizzically because I have never — I mean never — given up that kind of chance. She shrugged her shoulders and said with a sly smile, “Suit yourself. I am off to get wet with or without you.” I just grinned and watched her wiggle her backside into the bathroom. After I heard her close the door — luckily she didn’t lock it — and turn on the water, I rushed to my suitcase. Buried deep under clothes and in a small bag was Maggie’s prize for finishing this race: A gold necklace especially made in this state. I had ordered it several weeks before and picked it up the day we left for the bike race. I knew how hard she had worked for this race; the time, the energy and yes, the pain. This had not been easy. But she had done it and she deserved something to remember the moment. My role was to present the necklace to Maggie. I had been thinking all through the race how to present the necklace to Maggie. I thought a surprise would be the best way — and besides, Mags always loved surprises. Taking the necklace case out of the bag, I carefully crept towards the bathroom and pushed opened the door. Mags was still in the shower. I heard her singing and saw the outline of her alluring figure through the curtain. I placed the black case on the counter near the sink and quietly retreated from the bathroom. I took a seat in a winged back chair facing the two beds and the bathroom which was on the other side of the room. I tried to look for restaurants as I continued to hear the water run. Finally, the water stopped. “Should be just seconds,” I thought. In my mind, I could see Maggie reaching for a towel and stepping out of the shower. I could see her drying herself off and seeing the box on the sink. She would go over there, with towel in one hand, open the box with her other hand, see what was inside, and…. “Ohhhh myyyy!” I heard Maggie exclaim from the bathroom.

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