I always thought of myself as reasonably fit. I go for a run once or twice a week, go to the gym and ride my bicycle a few times a week.
The weather had been wet for the last few weeks and I hadn't been able to get outside much. The weather looked as though it was going to clear so I got my push bike out and decided to give it it's annual maintenance going over. I also needed to fix a problem I had been having with the gears. I couldn't seem to solve the problem with the gears, so I put the bike in the back of the car and drove down to the local bike shop.
Walking into the shop reminded me of how long I hadn't been to a place like this. I checked out a few of the bikes and realized my bike was at least 10 years old. Perhaps, I thought, it was time for an upgrade. It wasn't long before a sales assistant walked over and started to explain the features of the bikes I was interested in. I noticed a run-out model with good discount and decided to go for it. I had walked in to the shop over an hour ago looking for some advice on how to fix the problem with my gears on my old bike and walked out with a brand new mountain bike, along with a new helmet, water bottle and a few spares. There was no doubt the sales assistant had done a good sell job.
I got my new bike home, gave it the once over to make sure it was ready to ride and then checked out the weather report. Tomorrow was going to be a sunny so I thought I would head up to the hills just out of the city to try out a new section of bike trail that had only opened a month ago. It followed an old railway line that had since been dismantled, in a river valley. I planned my ride to be about a 40 km round trip. That should be enough, I thought, I don't want to over-do it.
After a good sleep I got up early and, with my new bike in the car, drove for about two hours up into the hills. By the time I parked the car and got ready to ride it was about 9:30am. I then headed off on my first leg of 20 km's down the valley. I got there at about 11am, took a short break, ate a chocolate bar, drank some water and headed back. I was really happy with the way my bike was performing. The larger tyres soaked up the bumps better and the gears were much easier to use.
I had been riding for about 45 minutes when I noticed two riders in the distance. These were the first fellow bike riders I had seen for the day. As I slowly approached I could see they were woman, riding side by side chatting away. As I got closer I could see they both had plump, shapely asses in sheer Lycra shorts so I slowed down to admire the view. One of them looked over her shoulder at me after a while. With that and not wanting be caught staring I decided to over-take them, and keep going. I pulled to the side, shifted down a few gears and picked up the pace. As I was passing one called out to me.
"Hey, excuse me, can you help us please." I slowed down and let them catch up. We all stopped.
The one who called out spoke first. "We were wondering if you could help us out? My friend Linda seems to have a slow leak in her front tyre. We have pumped it up a few times but it really needs to be changed. By the way my name is Mandy."
"Hi, my names Alan, I should be able to do something. Do you have a spare inner tube?" I replied.
"No we don't," responded Linda, "But I have a puncture repair kit somewhere in my back-pack."
I hopped off my bike and lay it down in the grass beside the track. Both women got off their bikes and faced me. Both were blonds, good looking, pretty faces and about the same height as each other, around 5'5." Linda was slightly larger and seemed to have some impressive boobs strapped down under her Lycra top. Mandy was also packing some impressive boobs however hers were supported in a bra under a loose fitting tee-shirt. They were both about 40.
"Right," I said, "let's have a look at this tyre."
With that I took Linda's bike from her and flipped it upside down. I released the wheel out of the front forks. I could see Linda rummaging around in her back pack and she eventually pulled out an old battered box that was labelled 'Puncture Repair Kit'.
"I've been carrying this around for years and have never had to use it. I hope it's OK," said Linda.
"Open it up and let's have a look," I responded as I moved closer to Linda to have a look in the box and caught a trace of her perfume and sweat scent.
"It looks OK, I will just get a couple of tyre levers from my kit," I said.
I had the inner tube out, found the puncture, applied the repair patch, inflated the tyre and had the wheel back on the bike in 10 minutes. While I did this we chatted about bike riding and the new trail. Linda mentioned that they had ridden it a number of times and were going to a spot further up the track to have a picnic.
I flipped Linda's bike back onto its wheels. As I turned around I just caught both of the girls checking me out. Standing at 6 foot tall, reasonably fit, I thought, I looked OK for 45 years of age. I handed Linda's bike back to her. I then went over and put away the tyre levers. I heard the girls whisper to each other.
I stood up, faced them and said, "Ladies, it's been a pleasure, it's time for me to get going. Enjoy your picnic."
Mandy spoke up first. "Alan, since we have taken up your time, perhaps as a way of repaying you, would you like to join us for our picnic lunch. We have more than enough to go around."
It didn't take much to work out what my answer would be. I wasn't doing anything this afternoon, the sun was shining and here were two pretty sexy blonds offering to feed me.
"Sure, I would love to join you," I replied.
"OK," said Linda, "All you have to do is follow us. We have about another two kays to go."
The girls hopped on their bikes and I followed.
After a couple of hundred metres Linda looked over her shoulder and said, "Are you still there Alan?"
"Still here," I responded, "just enjoying the view," as I paid close attention to their plump asses.
"I think Alan might be an ass man," said Mandy as both women looked at each other and giggled.
After about a kilometer I followed the girls off the main track and up what looked like a narrow disused walking track. We were doubling back on the main track but heading down to the river. About another kilometer on we stopped at the top of a gentle grass slope running down to the river. There were trees providing shade around the edge of grassed area. Linda and Mandy walked their bikes over to a spot and I followed. We lay our bikes down. The girls both slipped off their back packs and had a stretch.
Mandy then winked at Linda and said to me "Gee, it's very warm Alan, you don't mind if we make ourselves comfortable?"
Before I could respond Mandy had slipped off her tee-shirt and Linda had peeled off her Lycra top. Both woman stood there looking at me. Mandy had a white sports bra on, her boobs would have easily been 42EE's and Linda's tits were swinging free. They were jaw dropping. They must have been 48GG's. Each big globe had a 5 inch wide pink areola with small nipple in the center. I didn't know what to say. They both looked amazing and I had my mind was running away with thoughts on where this could lead. I caught up with myself and immediately took off my tee-shirt and reached down and slipped off my running shoes and socks. I could feel my cock starting to stir.
"That's better Alan, you were at risk of being over-dressed. Are these too much for you?" asked Linda, pointing to her mammoth boobs.
"No," I gulped "They are amazing."
"I think my tits intimidate most men. What do you think?" she asked.
"I think I have never seen such huge beautiful boobs," I replied.
"So I don't need to cover them up?" she said with a grin.
"No please don't do that I am really enjoying the view," I responded.
With that and not to be outdone, Mandy unclipped her sports bra and let her boobs free.
"How about mine Alan, do you like?" asked Mandy.
"Very impressive," I responded as I checked them out.
They were like a smaller version of Linda's. Perfectly formed, with 4" areola but her nipples, which by now were hard, were much bigger.
"They are nowhere as big as Linda's but my nipples are really sensitive," she added.
With that Mandy pulled out a small picnic rug from her back pack, spread it out and both women put the items for our picnic on the rug. There were salad rolls, fruit, soft drink cheese and biscuits. We all sat down. I made sure I was sitting in the best position to gain maximum advantage of the view of their boobs. As we ate lunch I had to adjust myself a few times as I could feel my cock stiffen. The girls could see this happening and looked at each other and giggled. Mandy asked me if I liked big boobs and I replied the bigger the better. They thought I was an ass man.
I let them know that I appreciated a nice round plump ass, but when pressed would prefer big boobs. Linda said they had been visiting this spot since Mandy and she were both kids. They lived in the valley and spent many summer's days here having picnics and swimming in the river. Linda then went on to say they we should have a swim after lunch had settled. I nodded, agreed and ate my lunch while hardly taking my eyes off these two beautiful women and their jiggling globes.
We were just finishing up lunch when I noticed Mandy was turning my bike helmet over in her hands.
"Hey Alan, this is a great helmet, its' very light," she said. With that she placed it over her left breast. "Looks like I would need two," she giggled.
She suddenly stood up, winked at Linda and said, "What will you give me to hand it back?"
With that she ran up the grass bank and headed off up the track.
"Where's she going?" I asked Linda, who had a big smile on her face.
"I don't know, but you better get after her or she will hide it and you won't be able to find it."
With that I leapt to my feet and took off after her. She was waiting just up the track and when she saw me dived in the bushes. I followed and found her over a 100 metres away siting on a large rock at the edge of the river waiting for me. She no longer had my helmet. As I walked up to her she looked up at me and asked again, "What are you going to give me to hand back your helmet?"
I was thinking. There I was standing over this voluptuous half naked women dressed in a pair of shorts and my cock was getting harder by the moment. I could see Mandy was looking up at me and down to my groin with a big grin on her face. "I'm open to suggestions," I said.
