Biing with Iza

This was written with the permission and coordination of Iza.

Meeting Iza.

As I started getting older, I stopped running and moved to biking. After running most of my life, including some marathons, my body needed more non-impact workouts, to save my knees.

I liked travelling to other places for the sights, but also getting in some biking to keep healthy and fit. I had decided to take a trip to Canada and I did it in the summer. The weather would be pretty nice up there compared to the hot, humid Florida days.

I had my mountain bike on the rack on the back of my car as I drove north. I made it as far as I could the first day and stopped just as I got into Virginia. The second day I pushed up to Lake Placid, NY. I was planning on heading to Montreal first to take a slow ride up the Le Chemin du Roy, or King's Road, towards Quebec. I had my mountain bike, so I was not going to go fast, but I brought it along because many times I'll do unimproved areas and trails.

When I got to Montreal, I went along road 138 for the views and historical references. I drove to Trois-Rivières and began looking for a hotel. I found a place and looked around the town. I got up the next morning and did a short ride, about 15 miles out and back for an acceptable 30-mile workout. It felt good and I stayed there another day, checking out the history. I also found out that my high school French from many years ago, and then my attempt to use it in France when I was stationed in Germany, meant that it was almost useless. Thankfully, everyone spoke English and put my rudimentary French to shame, so I could at least communicate.

I moved on to Quebec and got there early, staying in a hotel in the southwest of the city. I wanted to look around, and found everything interesting and inviting. I went to bed early that night and decided that I was going to ride southwest on 138.

I headed out and was making good time for an older guy on a mountain bike, when I came upon a woman working on her street bike on the side of the road. I had just passed a Sophie Hebert something-or-other, and was almost upon the biker when I saw her pull her hand back and heard what sounded like loud exclamations in French. She jumped around and was shaking her hand.

Rules of the road have always said that you help out a biker in need. I pulled over and she smiled, but it was a bit of a grimace as she held her right hand in her left. She was wearing bike shorts and a bike jersey, and looked pretty fit. She wasn't a youngster, but was a little younger than I was.

"Bonjour," she said. Then there was plenty of French and pointing at her bike and then pointing at her hand.

"Bonjour. Sorry, my high school French from long ago doesn't cover most of that. Having problems?"

The woman stopped and took a deep breath. She seemed to calm herself. "Yes, I am having problems. I won't make you try your French and have to listen to you butcher it." At least she grinned when she said that. "Now, I had just finished changing a flat on the back of my bike. When I was putting everything back together, my hand slipped while putting the chain over the rear derailleur and the correct sprocket, and I caught my palm on one of the teeth of the outer sprocket. I cut it and it's bleeding. I was having a little cursing fit when you pulled up."

I chuckled and leant my bike down on the shoulder. "Well, I just happen to have some band-aids in my pouch. Is it cut bad enough for one?"

She grinned again. "You have band-aids?"

"Yes, I always carry some gauze, band-aids, and medical tape in my pouch. I've been on too many trails on this bike that suddenly dumped me on my ass to not carry medical supplies."

"Yeah, I see that that's a mountain bike. Not too fast for riding this road."

"I'm not concerned about getting somewhere, just exercise."

"Okay. Yes, I'll take one of the band-aids."

I leaned over and opened my pouch to pull out the band-aids and one of the small sealed alcohol packets. I tore open the alcohol packet and pulled out the small pad. "Here, hold the band-aid and I'll clean it first."

"You have alcohol pads, too?"

I shrugged. "I've had a few accidents that required a little more than a band-aid, and I like to clean and cover the bleeding portion."

She chuckled. "I guess so."

She held out her injured hand for me to fix. "My name is Izabel, but you can call me Iza."

I took her hand in my left. "I'm John." I turned it so that I could clean the cut on the heel of her palm. I wiped it with the alcohol wipe, and then held out my hand for the band-aid. I tore it open; she held her hand so I could see the cut, and I put the band-aid on. When I looked up, she was smiling at me.

She looked at the band-aid. "You have a good touch for that."

I shrugged. "Besides having to patch myself up, I had three kids who often required repair."

Iza laughed. "Let me guess, you had little boy terrors who were always getting hurt."

I grinned. "I didn't have any boys. Three daughters. All athletic and competitive as hell. They were quite the handful."

Iza laughed louder. "Good for you. Is your wife athletic, too?"

I gave her a somber look. "Ummm, she was, but I'm widowed."

She went quiet. "Oh. Sorry."

"No, don't be. It's been four years. You had no idea. At least I have three beautiful copies of her to hopefully give me some grandchildren."

"Not yet?"

I thought she might be fishing for some indication of my age. "No, not yet. Freshman in college, junior in college, and one in graduate school."

"Good. Get that education."

"They are smart, competitive, and tough, just like their mother."

Iza eyed me up and down. "And their father?"

I shrugged. "Well, I'm the stubborn one, which, unfortunately, they all got, too. Anyway, I'll let you get back to it."

"I'm going to cut it short today. But tomorrow, I'm going a little north for a ride. Maybe if you want, you can come along?"

"All I have is my mountain bike."

"We'll take some trails and I'll use my gravel bike." She looked at me like: is that okay?

"That would be great. Just text me where and when to meet, and I'll be there. I'm here for a few more days and also want to spend some time in the city." I got off my bike, took out my phone, opened it, and handed it to her. She opened a contact page and entered her information. Then she sent herself a text and verified it.

Finally, she turned back towards me. "Excellent. You should definitely see Quebec. See you tomorrow."

"Wait!" I said as she was climbing back on the bike. "I don't know the area very well and I could use a recommendation."

Iza had straddled her bike by now and turned to me. "Sure. What is it?"

"Where should I go to find a good French restaurant?"

"It's Quebec, so there are many. Where are you staying?" I told her. "Okay, there's a good one near you. I can text you the name and address, okay?"

I smiled at her. "And would you like to join me? I really don't want to eat alone. Let me treat you to dinner before you take me out on the dirt trail and kick my ass."

Iza looked at me with a little grin for a couple of seconds and then nodded. "Yes, that would be great. 1900 good for you?"

"Perfect. See you there."

Iza snapped her shoes in, waved to me, and took off.

I completed my ride and had to admit that I was really looking forward to dinner. Iza was not some skinny model type, which was good for me. I always liked women with hips and tits, and in her bike wear, it was obvious that she qualified. She looked like a nice comfortable ride. Shit. Here I was thinking about sex and we barely knew each other. Well, fuck, I had only had sex three times since my wife died, so I was becoming an old perv. At least that's what my smart-ass daughters told me.

I got the text with the information, made a reservation, and got ready later that afternoon. I dressed in business casual with dress pants and a dress shirt. When I left, I was hoping that Iza didn't change her mind on me.

I got to the restaurant about 15 minutes before the reservation. There was an empty table so I was seated right away. Iza arrived about 5 minutes later. She was dressed in a knee-length skirt and dressy blouse. She looked different in nice clothes, makeup, and not sweating in bike wear. She did, in fact, look more edible than the food that I saw being delivered. Well, my libido was definitely in overdrive around this woman. Especially when she bent over and her bounteous cleavage came into view.

I stood and greeted her as she reached the table. She gave me the double-cheek kiss and I helped her sit. She grinned as I did that.

"Real gentleman, huh? Pulling out my chair and everything."

"Middle-class American Midwest training from my mother."

Iza grinned. "Was she a strong woman, too?"

"Very. Strong, tough, and cared more about her children than anything else."

"Good."

I could see her eyeing me, trying to get a read on me based on the women in my life. "So," I said as I picked up the menu, "what do you like here?"

Iza went down the menu giving me her take on the meals. Based on that, we ordered some appetizers and drinks and then tried to learn more about each other. I told her my story, grew up in the Midwest, went to West Point, 20 years in the Army, married and had three kids with my wife, moved around a lot, ending up in Florida, and then covered the loss of my wife. Iza seemed a little more guarded. She asked a lot of questions about me, but deflected or talked around some of my questions about her personal life. I guess she was being careful.

I had to admit the escargot, the boeuf bourguignon, and then the profiteroles that I had were excellent. I definitely overate.

While we were eating, the conversation flowed easily. We were new to each other, but managed to discuss a lot of things besides each other. I did learn that Iza was really, really into biking. I liked riding in the open air and used it for exercise, but she was more committed to it than I was.

Finally, the evening came to an end. As we walked out, she turned to me. "Care to walk a little? I know I ate too much and could use a stroll."

"Sure."

And so, we strolled around the area of the restaurant. There were some other restaurants and bars in the area, and many people were out and about, enjoying a nice summer evening.

After a couple of minutes, Iza took my arm. Just her arm being put through mine brought up all kinds of thoughts that I knew I shouldn't be having. We were just acquaintances.

Iza pointed out some of the other places that might be good for a meal or a drink if I was staying around for a while. We walked for about 30 minutes, enjoying the evening and the people who were walking.

Finally, we made it back to where our cars were parked. I walked Iza to hers and she pressed her fob to open it. She turned as she opened the door. "Thank you for dinner. You'll have a text with the location where we can meet and head out on the trail."

"You're very welcome. I have been eating alone too often, so it was nice to be in the company of a beautiful woman."

Iza smiled when I said that. Then she reached up and held my face in both her hands. She kissed me lightly on the lips. Then again, a little harder, but still a brief one. Then she turned and got into her car. "Bonne nuit."

I must have stood there for about a minute, just savoring the kiss that she gave me. Then I realized I was grinning like a teenager after his first kiss. I chuckled, went to my car, and returned to my hotel.

I slept very well and woke up ready for another ride. Actually, I needed it considering what I had eaten last night. I was also looking forward to another day with Iza, who was very intriguing to me. I was more attracted to her than I had been to a woman in a long time.

I got ready for the ride and made it to the parking area Iza had sent to me a few minutes early. I got my bike down and got ready. Iza showed up, we discussed what we were going to do, and we took off.

The ride had rolling hills through trees, with the grade being slightly uphill overall. We rode for about an hour, then Iza pulled over. We had each brought something to eat, so we had a little snack on the trail and discussed heading back. An hour up and then the time to get back was going to pretty well sap me of all my energy. We had discussed riding, the environment, and a few other innocuous things as we rode, but not last night.

So, we headed back and it took about 50 minutes to get back. When we arrived back, I had decided that I wanted to take her out to dinner again. I asked her if she would let me take her to dinner again and she agreed. This time I let her pick the restaurant. She said she would send me the name and address, and then she took off. As she pulled away, I couldn't help but feel a little down. She actually seemed a little standoffish this morning. Maybe she regretted that kiss last night? Did she think I got the wrong idea? Well, maybe I did, a little, but I knew it was not the promise of anything else. It was just a nice thank you for a good evening.

I went back to the hotel, it was a small boutique one, and had a little lunch. I didn't eat too much because Iza had sent me a text of a Brazilian steakhouse that she wanted to go to, and I knew I'd be eating well -- again.

We met and had dinner at the Brazilian Steakhouse. It was another wonderful dinner, and this time we discussed things like art and music. The conversation went well, and we both seemed to be determined not to say anything about the kiss last night.

We were enjoying dessert when I got a phone call from my youngest daughter. I excursed myself to step outside to take the call and answered. She told me that there seemed to be some problems with the apartment in the complex that she was moving into for college. It was late summer and she had taken some of her stuff down to put into the apartment, but everything was not as we had arranged. She asked that I come with her to straighten everything out. I agreed.

When I got back to the table I told Iza about this. She commiserated with me, and then I told her I would be cutting my visit to Canada short and heading back to Florida to fix this situation. I had planned on staying for three more nights, but would be leaving in the morning. She told me she was sorry and sad, but that was about it.

We left and this time, when she said goodbye, there was no kiss. As I headed back to my car, I shrugged it off. I don't know what I expected might happen. We both seemed to be attracted to each other, but I was leaving before she felt comfortable with more than just being friends. We just met, and two days with each other did not necessarily portend we would end up in bed.

I got back to the hotel, told the person on duty that I would be leaving early, and hoped that I wouldn't be charged for all the days, but knew that I might be charged for the next day.

I took a shower, laid out my clothes for tomorrow, put on my sleeping shorts, and packed most of my stuff. I was ready to get out pretty quick in the morning.

I had just sat down at the small desk to read for a little while when there was a knock at my door. I frowned. Who could be here this late? The manager to discuss my leaving early and tell me what I would have to pay?

I got to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Iza!

I opened the door. "Iza! What are you doing here?"

She moved forward a little and I realized I hadn't asked her in. I moved to the side and she passed me. I closed the door and turned around to face her. She plastered herself to me and kissed me hard. I opened my mouth and we tongue fenced for a few moments and then she leaned back away from me as I kept my arms around her

I grinned. "Well, hello, gorgeous."

Iza got a sheepish grin. "We have only known each other for a couple of days, but I am very attracted to you, as I feel you are to me. I wasn't sure about this, but I really do want to spend the night with you."

I raised my eyebrows. "I would love that."

I leaned over and kissed her hard again. She was soft and pliable. I was reminded of a quote from Robert Heinlein that went something like, "Guys are all sharp angles, hard surfaces. Girls are soft and round and where they're the softest and roundest is where they're the most fun." That was definitely true of Iza.

After a couple of minutes of getting our motors running by tongue fencing, I broke our clinch and led her over by the bed. "I'm going to unwrap you now, like a delicious Christmas present."

Iza grinned. "Sounds wonderful."

"Slip off your heels." Iza was wearing low heels and easily slipped them off and pushed them to the side.

I reached up and started unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing. It buttoned in the front and I slowly worked the buttons, unveiling her skin a little at a time, until they were all undone. I pulled the blouse down over her shoulders and held her there, arms trapped at her sides. Her tits were pushed up pretty well in the bra she was wearing, and they were very fleshy.

"Mesmerizing," I said before I leaned over and gave the bare tops that were exposed some light butterfly kisses, from one side to the other. I took my time, enjoying my first touches of these large, beautiful tits, and Iza just smiled.

I then finished pulling her blouse off and hung it on a nearby chair. I took her by the shoulders and turned her away from me and toward the bed. I stood behind her and released the hooks on her bra. I pulled the straps down and she let me pull it off her arms. I deposited it on the chair, too. I slipped my arms under hers, reached around her, and held her tits in my hands, feeling the weight of them. As I did that I leaned over and kissed her on the right side of the tops of her shoulder and up to her neck. I got a low throaty growl from her for that.

I kissed her neck for a few more moments, moving from the right side to the left, nuzzling it and tickling it with my moustache. I continued to knead her breasts, making sure to find the nipples with my thumb and forefinger. Then, I turned her back towards me. I looked down at those bounteous breasts and was amazed at how little droop they had for their weight. I leaned over and kissed the left nipple, giving it a little suck. I did the same to the right and her hands came up and held onto my head.

I looked up and stood back up straight. "Delicious." She just gave a hmmm in return.

I stared at her tits and moved to sit on the bed, turning her to face me. I looked from my spot directly in front of her tits at an amazing pair of tits. She was no youngster, and yet they were full and bouncy, not droopy. "From the moment I undressed you, I noticed that you have probably the best tits I've ever seen. In fact, I would say these are exactly like I imagined in my sexual fantasies as a 15-year-old." I leaned over and went to work on her tits. I slowly sucked and nibbled on one while I lightly pinched and pulled on the other. I could tell by her reaction that she loved tit play, so I kept at it for a couple of minutes, luxuriating in devouring such delicious mounds. I was having more fun that I had in a long time with a woman's tits. These things were addicting.

Finally, I leaned back and she stared at me with pure lust in her eyes. "Where does your skirt unlatch or unzip?" I asked.

Iza turned to the side. "Here." She was pointing to her side on one of her hips.

I knelt on that side and undid the hook at the top of the opening, then slowly took the zipper down. When it reached the bottom, I pulled the waist out and over her hips, letting the skirt pool around her ankles. I tapped her on the calf of her right foot first and she lifted it and put it outside where the skirt had pooled. We did the same on the left. I added her skirt to the nearby chair.