My Man and I have been planning to get down to the Paignton bike night for years. This year, we finally both had the right days free, and so decided to head down - booking ourselves into the Key West 'gay resort' in Torquay for the night.
It was a nice ride down: cloudy, but mostly dry - and pleasantly cool. We even got to lech at a very cute bearded red-head waiter when we stopped for tea...
The hotel was pleasant, with a pool and sauna, and a nice open bar; our room even had a view of the garden and pool, and down the valley to the sea (just!). It was my first time at a gay-only hotel, and it was refreshing to be in a men-only environment, with guys wandering around naked from the sauna; it would have been nice to sample that sauna and pool ourselves, if we'd stayed a little longer... I'm not sure that many of the men knew what to make of Sir and I though, as me clomped up stairs in our full leathers: there was quite a bit of rubber-necking, door-opening and 'Oh, sorry...!' exclamations as we made our way to our room.
Or maybe all those interested looks were down to my Man's pleasurable swearing shortly after, when His pup's naughty tongue worked its magic on His beautiful cock... ;)
After all that 'riding' we both needed to stretch our legs, so after a a satisfyingly long hug Sir had us change from leathers to jeans, then led me down to the cove at the bottom of the hill. We stopped for a quick cuppa before the little tea kiosk closed, and then scrambled over the rocks to get the most amazing view across the whole bay - with Sir pointing out Paignton, Goodrington Sands, Brixham and Berry Head. I can see why Sir's family spent a lot of His childhood holidaying in the area: it really is beautiful!
We spent quite a while just sitting and talking down on the rocks, so once we got back to the hotel it was already time to climb back into our leather and head on to Paignton.
Maybe it was the weather, or perhaps it was just mid-season, but the bike-night wasn't as busy as I'd hoped; there were certainly far fewer there than at our 'local' night at Weston. We had also hoped to catch up with Dave (PilgrimBiker), but He had texted earlier to say that He was going to be in Plymouth that evening; a shame, but we'll make sure to catch up again next time we're down (and there*will* be a next time!).
It might have been a quiet night, but we still had an enjoyable time strolling along, looking at the bikes - and eyeing up the bikers (I really have to sort myself out with an easy way to take surreptitious photos: there were a couple of very cute guys whose image I wouldn't have minded keeping for 'future reference' - but they were already a tad hostile from being quietly barked at by a rascally pup, and I don't think they would have stood my 'David Bailey' act... ;) ); then we clomped along the pier and seafront - dodging the sea-gulls and golf-balls from the mini-golf course (and wondering whether they had used toilet-blue in the fountains, to get them quite that radioactive shade of blue...?!)
It was mid-evening by now, and we were both getting hungry, so we left the bike and strolled along to the old harbour to see if we could find any veggie-friendly eateries; we did find one excellent looking Tapas bar overlooking the harbour itself, but they were already fully-booked (note to self: pre-book at 'TJ's' next time - their menu looked really good!...); nothing else seemed worthwhile, so we decided to head back to Torquay to find the Chinese Buffet that Sir had seen advertised in the hotel.
It took us ages - and both a return to the hotel to double-check the restaurant details and an in-transit search on the pup's iPhone - but we eventually found the 'Oriental Touch'. Of course, it wasn't helped by the fact that the advert had lacked an actual, real-world address...
Sir has a soft-spot for Oriental buffets: the food may not always be the quality you might get in an a la carte restaurant, but that's normally made up by the variety on offer - and the fun of watching your fellow dinner-guests repeated waddling up to the buffet for yet another high-plied plate of spare-ribs and chips... ;)
It was a good meal - and we both managed to stuff ourselves most satisfactorily.
The sun was setting by the time we finished, and so we decided to finish the day with a nice night-ride along the coast to the beautiful little fishing town of Brixham - before making our sleepy way home to the hotel for a quiet snuggle and a sternly imposed 'no wiggling!'
The hotel put on a very impressive, and completely inclusive, breakfast the next morning - even if it did require an earlier start than the pup might have hoped for (and definitely no chance for puppy-nuzzles beforehand either); we had a short stroll around the gardens afterwards, just to help everything 'settle' - then it was time to check out and head out on the bike once more.
The pup had hoped that we could go home via the wild roads over Dartmoor, but the weather looked rather rough, and so Sir suggested we have a stop-over in Exeter instead, to look at the docks and the Cathedral. But as ever, our best laid plans proved unreliable: the roads into Exeter where moving at a grid-locked crawl by the time we got there, so we decided to call it quits and head straight home instead.
Which might have cut short our lovely little jaunt down to Devon - but it did mean that we had an entire afternoon to ourselves for playing in the garden...