For over a year now, I have been riding my road bike up a really steep hill into a residential neighborhood here in Southern California. I started riding in the mornings, right after my heart attack and have worked my way up building legs, lungs and heart muscles as I climbed higher and higher up the mountain. Now I not only ride to the top of the hill, but I ride around a couple of the circular streets and ride up that portion of the hill a second time.
Today, Saturday, as I rode the top circular street I passed a woman in a blue full-length housecoat walking towards me on the sidewalk. She was sobbing, the front of her robe was open and I could see that she was wearing a sheer red something with red stockings. I rode past her and thought that she was completely out of place in this neighborhood, and perhaps something dreadfully wrong was going on. I wheeled around and rode past her and up the first driveway beyond and rode up to her on the sidewalk. She was slowly plodding along on leaden legs towards me with her shoulders heaving with her sobs. I dismounted in front of her and asked if she was all right. She looked right through me and continued to sob. Since I was blocking the sidewalk, she stopped in front of me and mumbled something. I said, "What did you say?" clearly and slowly.
She said, "He wouldn't do it to me. He just drove off." And sobbed even harder.
I reached out and pulled her to me and put her head against my chest. She was about 5-foot tall and very curvy redhead, from what I could see. She leaned forward with such force that she nearly pushed me backwards off my feet. I leaned into her and thrust my left leg forwards for balance. Because my bike was on my right side, she was off center with her left breast pushing against the middle of my belly and my left leg went between her legs. I patted her on the back and said, "There, there. It is okay. Things will be alright."
She sobbed even harder causing her breast to rub up and down against my belly. My dick woke up and stood at attention so I pulled my hips back a little to keep from prodding her with my hard on. I figured that she had enough problems without me adding to it.
Boy was I wrong! She sobbed, "You are so, so sweaty," in a dreamy, faraway voice.
I said, "Sure. I just rode my bike up the hill."
Then I felt her rotate her hips grinding her panty-covered pussy against my left thigh just above and below the hem of my Spandex riding shorts as she continued to say. "You are so, so sweaty. You are so, so sweaty," in that very dreamy voice. I looked around to see if anyone was looking out a window or if there was an angry husband coming down the street to hit me with a shovel or something. She humped my leg like a dog in heat, but she only lasted a few seconds before she was moaning against my chest as a massive orgasm ripped through her hips and rippled across her body. Soon she sagged against me and nearly pulled me, and my bike down with her. I said, "Let's get you home now." She nodded her assent against my chest so I pulled her erect and turned her up the street towards what I thought was her house. I guided her slowly up the street. She walked without closing the front of her robe. I saw a house with the front door wide open and figured that was her house. We walked up the drive and propped my bike against the bushes as she stepped up on the doorstep. As I turned from tending my bike I saw her shrug her shoulders and let her robe slide down her arms and come to rest on the concrete outside the door. As I bent to pick up her robe I could see that her red outfit was open all the way up the back with only a tie at the neck.
The red see through material was closest together at the neck and flared as it came down her back and hips. She was wearing a matching red thong that lovingly disappeared between her beautiful round ass cheeks. Her thighs were bare till they reached the elastic topped red stockings with seams down the back. Her high-heeled mules were at least 6 inches tall and gave a wonderful shape to her calves and made her lovely ass bounce provocatively. I looked over my shoulder to make sure that none of the neighbors were looking. I could see no one out and about, so I closed the door behind me and twisted the lock as she turned and jumped into my arms. Her lips were lush and puffy and she kissed me with them open for my tongue to invade her. I pulled her to me and felt how wonderful her body was without the robe in the way. She was really hot, but I was frightened and pushed her back and said, "Now tell me just what happened."
She said, "My husband gets up early on Saturday morning. I got out of bed, showered and dressed up for him. He said that he didn't have time for sex now; he had a tee time at the local golf course with his buddies to celebrate his latest promotion. I followed him out and he just drove away. You found me on the sidewalk and helped me to cum." I want you to fuck me really hard. Right here in the entry. Slam me against the wall and fuck me silly. Don't be gentle. Don't be kind; just fuck me really hard like a slut. I don't want you to make love to me. Just fuck me like crazy."
I said, "If he is playing 18 holes, he won't be back home for at least 4 hours."
She said, "Probably won't be home till around supper actually.
"You don't know me, or anything about me." I said.
She said, "I know enough. You are gentle. You have a hard sweaty body, and I could feel your dick against me. You obviously like me."
I looked from her round face with a splash of freckles across her pert, nose to her full, pouting lips and down across her shoulders with they're sprinkling of freckles across her breasts where the freckles disappeared in the bodice of her red outfit, down across her erect pink nipples that were poking the front of her sheer red outfit, across her sexy little potbelly and over the vee of her red, pussy hair and her trim legs that resumed their sprinkling of freckles before I said, "What's not to like?"
She demurred saying, "Thank you."
