Cycling near the university was his least favorite part of accessing the river trail. Rarely did the cyclists in that part of town pay attention to the rules of the road, they road distractedly and without helmets, and they'd pedal faster when you tried to pass. There was, however, one bonus to the university's haphazard traffic: the girls riding their brand new single gear bikes, asses on display and cleavages showing, provided a tantalizing moment of arousal.
Zipping down the jacket of his faux-professional spandex jersey, he eyed the rider stopped at the light in front of him. She was browsing her phone while she waited for the light to change, one long leg stretched down to the pavement to keep her balance. He let his eyes survey her skin, all the way from her foot that was slipping out of its shoe to the tip of her thigh that was just barely covered by dress. Or was it a shirt? Either it was a very short dress or a very long shirt, but whatever the case, he could see no shorts underneath. It made the blood flow to his cock.
The light turned green and, both cyclists momentarily delayed by their distractions, the girl rose up on her petals to pump through the intersection.
That's when he saw it: a nice hint of ass peeking out from under her clothes.
He faltered a bit on his bike before speeding to catch up with her. Beyond the intersection, she was still standing on her wheels to increase her speed and with each downward press her skirt bounced ever so slightly against her skin, not enough to reveal anything, but enough to keep his eyes squarely on her ass. If a semi-truck ran a red light and bulled straight for him, he’d be a gonner.
They came to the next red light. This time she didn’t take out her phone. Instead, she rubbed her fingers down her long, stretched leg, feeling the smoothness, brushing off a spec of dirt. Was she teasing him? Did she know he was zoned in on her as if she had him tethered to her? He became suddenly aware of how clearly his erection was showing through the spandex shorts and he tried to calm down. But when he closed his eyes, all he could see was her ass.
He opened his eyes to see that the light had turned green and the cyclist was already through the intersection. She was going faster than before and the slight wind was responding, bringing her skirt up to reveal her full ass once, then twice. It was a tight, fit ass, but it still had that nice squeezable roundness. Oh, how he desired to squeeze her ass and spank her and stretch her cheeks. Cursing at himself for breaking his attention, he rode as fast as he could to catch up with her. She wore boyshort panties, he decided. Cute, canary yellow, ass-hugging panties. When he caught up with her, she turned her head slightly, a small smile pulling at her mouth. She knew. She definitely knew. After she turned off at the university, he would find a nice secluded spot along the river path to cool down, splash some water on his head. With his faux-professional outfit, people would think he needed the water because of his intense workout. Yes, that was a good plan.
At the final intersection before the university, she rode through the yellow light, but he got pinned with the red. He watched her glide away. It was probably for the better. He sighed.
Turning onto the river path, his fantasies blinded him against anything but the routine road. Would a girl like that have an interest in a guy like him? He was in his early thirties, probably about ten years older than her, he was mildly successful in his position as middle manager. He was fit, he supposed he was attractive. He had potential. A girl like her could probably see that. If he happened to see her around town, he’d strike up a conversation, maybe try to get a date. But would he even know what she looked like? Unlikely. He’d know her ass, though, that’s for sure. And he was back to dreaming about her ass. He sat up on his bike, pulled his hands off the bars to zip up his jacket, and slap himself into focusing.
He looked up and there in the road the girl was leaning against her bike, watching his advance. A boulder dropped in his stomach, threatening to weight him off his bike. Should he pretend he didn’t see her? Should he stop? No, he would ride on, embarrassed that perhaps she had caught him in his voyeurism.
“Hey! I have a question,” she shouted.
Free of mental direction, he found his hands breaking and his legs swinging over to hop off. “Can I help you with something?”
“You were following me earlier in the street, weren’t you?”
“Uh, were you the girl in front of me? I’m not sure. I didn’t get an opportunity to pass, so maybe.” Shit.
“Right...so you weren’t lingering behind me to stare at my ass?”
“What? No! Of course not.” Her bluntness scrambled his mind, made his words stumble out. “I wouldn’t stare at your ass. I mean, not that it’s not a nice ass. It is. I mean, I guess it probably is. What I’m trying to say is that, no, it wasn’t me staring at you. Someone probably was. But not me. I wouldn’t stare at an ass like yours. No. Definitely not.” Dammit, what a dumb fuck he was. What was he even saying?
She put her hand up to her mouth to hide a laugh. She bit the tip of her finger and stepped closer, letting her bike fall.
“If you had to guess,” she turned slightly away from him, “would you say this is a dress or a shirt?”
“Oh, um,” again he was startled that she seemed to have read his thoughts, “yeah, I guess I’d say it’s probably a dress. Since I can’t see any shorts, I mean.”
“You want to see if I’m wearing shorts?”
“Yes.” He replied too quickly. She laughed a bit. But it didn’t seem as though she was laughing at him, more than she was laughing in pleasure. Or so he hoped.
“Pull it up,” she said. “Come on. Do it.”
“Pull up your dress...er, your shirt?”
“Yeah, come on. I’m getting antsy.” It was true. Her hips were slightly bobbing.
“But we’re here on the path. Anyone could just ride by.”
“Mmm, I see. Good point. Then, come with me.” It wasn’t a request. She pranced away from the path. He grabbed their bikes, one rolling on each side of him, and he followed her.
Walking away from the river, the grasses were high, growing nearly as high as her ass. He wished that a grass would catch on her shirt dress and pull it up. The grasses and the winds should work in his favor. He smiled to himself. Again he found himself mindlessly following her, but this time there was possibility...
She stopped, gauged the area, and shrugged her shoulders. “Does this work?”
In response, he set their bikes in the grass. “Let’s see,” he said. He approached her and put his hands on her thin waist, slowly inching his fingers down to her legs. Firmly, he ran his hands up under her shirt dress to her ass, then to her stomach, her dress lifting in response. “Panties,” he concluded. “Those look like panties to me. But I need to be sure. They better come off so I can examine them.”
She wiggled in delight. Where was this assertiveness coming from? Who cares. Wherever it came from, he was relieved. With one hand he held up her dress and with the other he peeled off her panties, first from one ass cheek, then from another, down, down. She twisted her legs to help. Already she was moaning.
He held up the panties, the little wet stain from her pussy evident. She liked him watching her.
“ Definitely panties. You’re a bad girl, letting your ass show like that. Lie down,” he commanded. She parted the grasses and did as she was told. “You know, he continued, “you’re quite the tease. You should be punished.”
“Punished?” She whimpered. He responded with a single nod. Without being asked, she rolled onto her hands and knees. Her dress showed a good half of her ass. He gripped her thighs, pressing his thumbs hard into her skin. Up and up he inched, till finally he was grabbing her round ass. He squeezed hard. She groaned. And without warning, WHACK!, he spanked her hard. She shrieked. WHACK! He spanked her again. And a third time and a fourth time. All on the same cheek. He moved to the other cheek and WHACK! He threw up her dress, exposing everything she wanted him to see.
“Spanking you isn’t enough. I should make you ride without panties. See how many people can gawk at your asshole. What do you think of that?”
“Please don’t make me wait. I want your cock. Please. I want you to fuck me.”
He laughed. “Oh no you don’t. You don’t get what you want so quickly.” He stared at her ass and pussy and blew on her wetness. She shivered. He delivered one more spanking to her ass, this time his hand was vertical, catching her cunt and asshole, then he stood and moved towards her mouth.
He kneeled and pulled off his shorts. “You know what to do.” She nodded, her ass wagging. She plunged his hard cock into her throat and sucked him ferociously, her tongue flicked and swirled over the head of his penis. Back and forth she moved her mouth, jerking him in rhythm with her gripping hand. He was starting to lose control. His muscles clenched, a moan escaped. And deep into her mouth he shot his load.
He collapsed into the grass, but she wasn’t done with him. She jumped onto him, her ass in his face. He again blew on her pussy, just to watch her writhe. Then, he licked her, sucked her, nibbled on her clit.
Between moans and jolts of her spine, she worked his penis hard again. When he was ready, he rolled her back onto her hands and knees. Without warning, he thrust into her cunt. She shrieked and rocked with his thrusts, exaggerating his penetrations.
He stared down at her ass. It was calling to him, it was so delicious. He worked a finger around his cock and into her pussy, soaking his finger in her juices. Then, he plunged it into her asshole. She hesitated a moment, then swayed her hips around his cock and finger, indulging the feel. He squeezed another finger in, then another. With his free hand, he continued to spank her with a strong staccato. Her moans crescendoed and she stiffened. He beat into her pussy and ass, rushing his orgasm on, and together they climaxed.
He collapsed onto her. She turned over, contentment relaxing her face.
“That was a nice bike ride,” she said.
Yes, to that he could most certainly agree.
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Short Story / Erotica
Short Story / Erotica
Short Story / Erotica