Rich cycled to work every day, five miles there in a morning and five miles back in the evening helped to keep him fit. At 42 he was still in good shape. The daily visits to the gym were long gone but the cycling and swimming kept him well toned. He often felt invisible on his journeys though, having lost count of the number of times that impatient car drivers had nearly knocked him off his aged but reliable mountain bike.
About a mile from work Rich took his usual left turn off the main road and onto a rough bridleway which had 3 or 4 houses along its' first few hundred yards. As he neared the last building on the row a car pulled out of the driveway on the left. Rich reacted quickly swerving his bike to the right. The car driver pushed hard on the brakes forcing the car to skid across the gravel surface of the track, Richs' bike was almost out of the way but not quite far enough. The wing of the car clipped the back wheel of the bike sending Rich tumbling onto the loose, rough surface of the road.
Stunned, Rich was lying on the ground as the car door opened and footsteps quickly crunched across the gravel towards him.
"I am so, so sorry. Are you alright?" came a woman's voice with the footsteps.
When she reached Rich she crouched down. She was wearing a black ¾ length skirt and her position was such that he could also see what was underneath. Black nylon stockings covered her legs; the band of darker nylon at the top highlighted the whiteness of the top of her bare thighs. The fabric of her white panties was stretched tight, accentuating the mound of her pussy. He drank in as much of the view as he could as he knew that it would be gone far too soon.
"You're bleeding a little." the woman said, in a calmer voice. Rich hoped that she hadn't noticed what he had been looking at as he turned his attention to a small graze on his knee that was oozing a small amount of deep, red blood.
"I live here," she said, rising to a standing position, "come in and we can clean your wound."
Rich stood too. The woman was obviously on her way to work, her black skirt was complimented by a white blouse and black jacket. Her dark hair was tied back showing off her pretty face.
"I'm fine." said Rich.
"No, I insist." was the reply from the woman, already heading towards her home.
Rich reluctantly followed, slightly embarrassed. They entered the house through the back door into the kitchen. The woman removed her jacket laying it on the worktop, her white bra was just visible through the material of her blouse the top buttons of which were undone exposing the skin on her chest. Rich took a glance wishing that the next button down had also been open so that he could see the flesh of her breasts.
"The shower is at the top of the stairs. You go and clean up and I'll fix us a coffee." she instructed. Rich obeyed and was soon feeling the warm water from the shower running over his body. His mind went back to the view of her nylon clad legs and wrapping his hand around his stiffening dick he slowly slid it up and down his length a few times. He let go and let his erection subside as he washed.