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Subject: {Dulcinea} Repost:  Bike Rides (mf, rom/cons)

Bike Rides
by Dulcinea


It took a lot of talking, but she finally convinced him to come
bike riding with her.

"It's cold!"  He whined.  "This is November.  Bike riding is
a summer time activity. We should concentrate on indoor
sports!"

"Oh, don't be such a big baby."  She swung her leg over the
cross bar (she insisted on riding a man's bike), inching her
butt over the seat.  She had to stand on her tip-toes to do
that, the muscles in her legs showing nicely in the tight, black
bike pants she wore.

"I envy that bike seat."  He told her, waggling his eyebrows.
She glared at him, frowning.  "Well, I do.  Thrusting between
your thighs, rubbing against your sweet pussy."

"Yeah?"  She smiled.  "Would you like to change places with
the bicycle seat?"  She asked.  He nodded vigorously.  "Well,
if you want me...  you're going to have to catch me!"

She took off on her bike, speeding down the driveway and down
the street.  "You minx!"  He shouted, mounting the bike and

heading off after her.

Her laughter whipped past him, carried by the wind.  He knew
he could catch up to her, and she knew it, too.  He followed her
down the quiet streets of their subdivision, across a school play
ground, and over to the park.

Across the grass and up a small hill, she came to a stop,
spinning the bike around to face him.  "Come on Mr. Slow
poke!"  She hollered.  "I thought you were going to catch
me!"

She was off again, coasting down the hill towards the small
cluster of trees at the other end of the park.  He doubled his
efforts, circling the hill and tearing after her.  Through the trees,
around the park, and back the way they'd come.  Closer and
closer, until he was right behind her.

They were too winded now to yell taunts at each other.  Though
he'd started talking about the bike seat as a joke to try and
convince her not to embark on this insanity, he decided he
did enjoy the view from back here.  Seeing her legs pumping
the pedals, the way she lifted her ass off the seat to get a
little extra momentum.  And watching her settle back on the
seat, the thin tip of the seat disappearing between her thighs...
He groaned.  Now was not the time to get a boner!  It made
riding the bike difficult....

She turned into their driveway, riding into the open garage door,
clicking the door to close behind her.  "Hey!"  he shouted, but
she ignored him.  He rode around to the back yard, entering
the garage through the rear door.  The garage was empty.

"Honey?"  He called, heading into the house.  Rounding the
corner to the living room, he saw her, still sitting on her bike.
"So, Sport.  Is that a bicycle pump in your pocket, or are you
just happy to see me?"  She asked, eyeing the bulge in his
jogging pants.  "And just what set you off?"

"Watching you ride that bike seat.  The way you lifted your
ass off to try and get ahead of me, and then sat back down.
I just watched that, wishing it was my cock you were sitting
down on."

"Really?  You mean, this is what got you all excited?"  She
pantomimed the movement he described.  "What about this?"
She ground her pussy down on the hard bicycle seat, squirming
until she had the best contact on her clit.  "You like that?  Now
you know why I like bike riding so much."

"Ohhhh!  You are terrible!  I swear you lay awake at night thinking
of new ways to torment me!"  Crossing the room to stand behind
her, he slid his arms around her waist, hugging her.  "You can
make anything erotic, can't you?"

"I try."  She leaned back against him, feeling his lips nibbling
at her ear.  His fingers slid under the waistband of her pants,
cold fingers slipping into her warm, wet slit.  She moaned as his
chilled digits rubbed her clit, then diving deeper into the wet
hole.  "And you just love to make me squirm like this."  She
gasped.

"Uh-huh."  He pulled his hand from her pants, licking her juices
from his fingers.  "I think we make a good team, then."  He pulled
her off the bike, dancing her over to the couch.  With a smile, he
undressed her with his hands, his mouth tasting the skin he bared.
He made her squirm even more, her body quivering as he explored
it.  "Please, sweetheart...  I need to feel you inside me now."  She
begged.

Sitting back on the couch, he pulled her onto his lap, sinking his
cock deep inside her wet warmth.  She was excited by his hands
and mouth; feeling the aching emptiness suddenly full sent her
over the edge, drenching his cock with her pussy juices.  Holding
her tight, he let her buck against him, waiting for her to calm
down.

With slow deliberateness, they made love, her body riding on his
cock, his hands massaging her breasts, stroking her sensitive
nipples.  When they came, it was long and hard, their cries
echoing together through their house.

Bodies together, he rolled her onto her back, covering her body
with his.  "You know, I really have a problem."  He said between
kisses.

"What's that?"  She asked.

"I'm never going to be able to look at bike riding the same way
again...."




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