I stare out of the window dressed in nothing but a thin bathrobe. It is a serene sunny Sunday morning, only the laughter of our next-door neighbour Imran's daughter riding around the cul-de-sac on her small bike breaks up the bird song. He threw me a small wave and I wave back. My thoughts go back to Wednesdays romp in the back of old Mr. Sanders' van. I am not going to stand here saying I cannot believe it happened, because it did. As my mother would say the stars aligned for me to be in that van. It is hard to disagree with her hippy logic. The pouring rain, cancelled bus service, the enormous taxi queue and Simon being stuck at the hospital all consigned me to climb into Mr. Sanders van soaking wet. What I cannot believe is how much I think about it. Before his premature ending he had given me the ride of my life. Also, what would have happened if Simon had not disturbed us when old Mr. Sanders fingers teased my labia in my hallway. I do regret cheating on Simon especially with all that is going on with his dad.
I wake Simon at eight, he plays football on a Sunday and enjoys a couple of drinks with his teammates afterwards. Even though I have decided to cycle to work now, I still choose to go on my long Sunday morning bike ride usually meeting Simon in the pub later. I change into a black and red tight all in one cycling suit, the tightness shows off my pert ass, pert 36c breasts, my hourglass body and a tightness round my vagina showing the outline of my lips through the Lycra, i didn't mind the revealing nature of the suit as normally no-one could see me as I race past. I flick a rucksack on my back carrying some joggers and sweater to slip on before I meet Simon in the pub. I lock our door and start on my journey.
After a couple of miles, I reach a secluded wooded area. Its busy with experienced ramblers, casual Sunday morning walkers and other bikers. I ring my bell and say morning as I speed by. The wood as a good track for cyclists running through it. I race through at pace until I reach the end of the wood entering a field of green grass. I cycle about a mile through the field until I reach a wooden gate leading to the road that begins my descent back towards home. As I race down the lane, I see a gang of ramblers heading in my direction, they all seem older and mix of men and women. 'Ring Ring' my bell tolls as I head towards them. Just as I am about through them, I hear my name being muttered. I slow down and turn to see some of the men have stopped and were looking me up and down.
"Amanda!" shouted one of the men. My heart skipped it was old Mr. Sanders with his rambling group.
"Hi, Mr. Sanders. Wonderful day for it."
"For what my dear? And its Harry please."
"It is a lovely day for a walk. What else could I mean? All this time, I did not know your name is Harry."
"You mean you allow I man to fuck you and don't know his name."
"Please, Harry. Do not want to talk about it. It was a mistake."
Only the redness of my hot sweaty face hid my embarrassment, if only he knew it is all I can think of since Wednesday. All those feelings I felt in the back of his van and when he dried my wet body flood through me again. Suddenly standing there isn't my old neighbour but a hot older man with seven inches of thick meat nestling his shorts. He saw the arousal in my face; me licking and biting my bottom lip helped with that.
