“Those aren’t cycling shorts,” I thought as I pedalled behind her. It looked like black yoga pants and as far as I could make out, she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, which was understandable. 

She was keeping a steady pace along the trail, not too fast, but there was progress. I hadn’t seen her before, but had noticed her immediately. Couldn’t miss that ass. I had cycled faster to gain on her so that I could keep those black thigh-high shorts in view.

She had narrow hips and a smallish ass. She wore a dark pink summer cycling jersey with short sleeves and her hair was in a ponytail. 

I kept watching her hips rhythmically move from side to side, her buttocks sliding, alternating, left, right, left, right. 

At a fork in the trail she turned left, into the woods and I followed suit. It didn’t take long before she slowed down and stopped. I tried to decide what to do. Should I stop, greet and pedal past or ignore her? But the trail was narrow and I would have to at least acknowledge her. I slowly rode up to her as she stepped off her bike, swinging her right leg over the saddle. For the briefest moment I caught a glimpse of her substantial thigh gap. Yup, she wasn’t wearing anything under those black cameltoe makers.

I stopped. 

“Hi,” I said, “You OK?”

She looked up at me. She was pretty. Not beautiful, but pretty in a girl-next-door-way. Her cheeks were flushed as she smiled sheepishly. 

“Yes, thanks.”

Her face reddened further. “I just need to go pee.”

I laughed. “OK then. I’ll look after you bike. Just to make sure…”

“Oh thanks,” she replied. “That’s kind of you.”

She handed me her bike and made her way through the brush next to the trail, downhill, and disappeared.

“Fuuuuck,” I thought. “What a body…”

I waited, listening to her progress through the woods. It fell silent. I waited, but couldn’t help thinking about that thigh gap. About the pussy she was most definitely, at that very moment, exposing as she took off her pants.

“Fuuuuck.”

I felt my chest tighten, my breath shortening. She’s fucking sexy.

I looked around to ensure nobody else was on the trail before I leant over and smelt her saddle. Was that the smell of her pussy? I ran my nose down the length of the seat. Yes, I could make out a faint peppery, musty smell. My balls started squirming and my cock hardened. 

“Fuuuck.”

“What are you doing?!”

She was standing right behind me. I almost dropped her bike to the ground. Blood rushed to my face. She had exited the woods in a different spot.

“I…. I…”

“You’re a proper perv, aren’t you?” she said.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” I stammered.

I tried to think of an excuse, an explanation, but couldn’t come up with anything.

“You OK?” I was all I could manage.

“No,” she answered. “I felt unsafe. Couldn’t even squeeze out four drops…”

“Sorry,” I said lamely.

“Maybe if you come along and keep watch?” she suggested.

I could only manage to nod my head sheepishly. I was not expecting that. Rather that she would start yelling for help.

She took her bike and started pushing it through the undergrowth. I followed, my head totally empty. Not too far downhill, but out of sight from the trail, she stopped in a small clearing and leant her bike against a tree.

She started wiggling her hips in an attempt to strip off the black pants. I turned away and started scanning the woods like a proper bodyguard, like an idiot.

“So, Mister Pervert,” she said behind me. “Are you a Peeping Tom as well?”

“Uhm, no,” I tried.

“Bullshit,” she replied. “Bullshit.”

I could hear a smile in her voice. “Come on then, look if you want to.”

I couldn’t believe it.

“Say again?” I stammered.

“Look.”

I turned around. She was squatting with her back towards me, but as I turned, she swung on her one heel, turning her open legs towards me. My eyes darted down between her spread legs automatically. As if a huge magnet had caught them in its field.

“Fuuuck.” This time I blurted it out aloud.

She indeed had a wide thigh gap. The folds of her inner labia were hanging towards the forest floor, more than an inch long. She hadn’t shaved and her long blonde pubic hair were matted from her sweat.

She smiled as she looked at my incredulous face. Then she reached down and pulled those long, beautiful pussy lips apart. She urinated, a yellow fountain arching through the air and splashing with a rustling sound into the leaves. I swallowed.

When she finished, she stood up and jiggled her pussy lips between two fingers to rid them of the last drops.

Then she walked over to me, those infamous yoga pants in her hand.

“Close your mouth,” she commanded and I did as I was told. She stood right in front of me, our chests almost touching. Then she reached out for my crotch. 

“So, why does your cycling shorts have such a big bulge? Is it always like that?”

She looked up into my eyes, her hand cupping my balls. My erection was growing, my cock swelling, almost to full stretch.

By now I knew those were rhetorical questions and that I should just shut the fuck up. I reached out and placed my hand behind her head. But as I pulled her closer to kiss her, she turned away.

“No,” she said. “I don’t want you to kiss me. I need you to fuck me.”

She took my other hand and placed it between her legs. I could feel her mound and below that, the rough ripples of her pussy lips, all moist. I stroked it as she pulled down my riding shorts, which was a bit of a struggle. Eventually my cock popped out, hard, the foreskin already pulled back, the helmet head gleaming. She stroked it with one hand and let the palm of her other hand glide over the head. It was driving me nuts.

I didn’t want to wait any longer and dropped to my knees. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer. She sighed as I plunged my face into her cunt. That cunt, that wet one. I parted her long blonde pubes with my fingers and licked her slit as she pulled my head into her pelvis. 

“Fuck yes,” she mumbled.

I had to look for her clit. It was small, but she moaned appreciatively when I started to suck it. Her legs began shaking, she was finding it difficult to stand.

I hurriedly pulled off my riding jersey, threw it on some leaves on the ground and pushed her to the forest floor, onto the jersey. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do. She opened her wiry legs as wide as she could, exposing her snatch. It peeked at me – a pink slash beneath the yellow of her cunt hair. I knelt between her knees and dove right in, eating it once more, but this time I slipped my middle finger into her. She moaned as I wiggled it inside her pussy.

“Ooooh, fuck yes!” 

For a moment I worried that someone might hear her cries, but only for a moment.

Now I could properly smell her pussy. It smelt of peppercorns, sweat and something slightly sweet. I knew that wonderful aroma was going to be stuck in my nose for the rest of the day. Pure bliss.

I curled my finger inside her and found the rough patch of her G-spot. She arched her back and kept on encouraging me. I rubbed and sucked for all I was worth. Until she fell silent, before uttering a short yelp. She started to shudder. She had reached orgasm. I lifted my head. She was shaking hers from side to side, making a low humming sound. 

I crawled up, licking her small body all the way. Her juices made a shiny path over her tight stomach, through her bellybutton up to her left nipple, which was as hard as a peach pip by now. My cock dribbled precum onto her thigh. I took it in my hand and aimed for her pussy, first rubbing my head up and down over her open lips, mixing our juices. She reached down and pulled her pink butterfly open – the gates of heaven.

I pushed my thick, shiny head inside. It was hot. Not warm, really hot. And very wet.

“Fuuuck.”

I leant over her, supporting my weight, my torso towering over her small flattened tits with the tiny nipples. Then I started pumping. Slow at first. Shallow at first. Then deeper.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she encouraged. “In my cunt. Cum in my cunt, you fucking bastard!”

I struggled to breathe, my chest tight, my face flushed, my hips pumping. A heat enveloped my whole pelvis, my upper thighs, my cock. My red, swollen cock.

I slammed it into her as deep as I could and she once more arched her back. I dropped my load, came in long, shuddering bursts, each accompanied by a raspy moan. I realised it came out of my throat.

I shuddered and struggled to keep myself from collapsing onto her. 

“Fuuuck,” I said.

“Indeed,” she replied.

I pulled out and my cock dropped a string of pearls over her pubic hair and over one hip.

We stood up. 

“Shit,” she said. “Do you have a towel?”

“Uhm, no sorry.”

“Shit.”

She scraped the semen from her body with a forefinger and flung it to the ground.

“Here,” I said. “Use my shirt.”

She briefly looked at me before accepting the offer and started wiping herself. Then she pulled on her pants, hopping on one leg, struggling to get it over her riding shoes.

“Uhm, what’s your name?” I enquired, but she only smiled.

“No.”

“So, no phone number then either?”

She didn’t reply, but didn’t have to.

“There goes my fucking steps target for the day,” she said. She glanced at her watch. 

“I have to get home. My husband will be home soon.”

“Oh,” was all I could manage. “Will you have time to shower?”

She pulled the black pants over her buttocks but didn’t do the same with the front, but rather peeked down between her legs. Our cum made a little pool in the crotch of the yoga pants and there was a long shiny, silver thread between the gusset and her pussy.

“No, I want to show him this. He’s going to really fuck me. Hard and long.”

END