This is a bit of a change from my normal themes. So for those of you who have kindly favourited myself or some of my stories I hope you won't be disappointed. This story like all my others is pure fantasy, but based around people I have met and known. I would like to hear from writers and readers who have an opinion on the change of style from third person narrative to 1st person telling the story. Criticism accepted and expected, I think there are some things I could do differently. Single word anonymous comments....Okay you have got it off your chest but it really does not help anyone. Critics welcome.
The bicycle had been a gift from my wife Elaine, a subtle way of saying the years were taking their toll. I had gained several pounds, drove more, walked less, and yes a certain little something did not grow big and tall like it used to. Aside from age and my physical fitness there was another reason for that too. 30 years of marriage had put an end to the spontaneity, and the routine of sex gradually slid until a brief hug and a kiss was sufficient to say we were alright together and our relationship had grown in other ways.
Now do not get me wrong, I still liked sex, and I still found other women very attractive, as you would expect from the gift of the bicycle I was just getting less attractive to anyone other than my wife. Not knowing anything about bikes my wife had left me to choose the bike. Well now being over 50 I wanted something that would take me up the hills without leaving the saddle, and I also wanted a saddle that would not do any more damage to my shrinking asset. I chose one of these modern mountain bikes with lots of gears and shock absorbers to take some of the bumps out of the road.
I looked at the machine when it arrived and wondered if this was the right thing to do. I wobbled around the block a couple of times to regain my confidence, and gradually the going got easier and I built up a circuit of local roads where I could start to put back the muscle and burn off some of the fat.
The whole bicycle idea it transpired had been prompted by a conversation my wife had with a girl friend. Janice we had known for years, along with her husband Bill. Janice had a very naughty past. She had slept her way into various senior posts during her working career and for many years she looked like she was always going to be someone else's mistress. Well despite being blond, trim, with a pert 38C bust and tight jean fitting ass to match in the career mistress stakes there is always a sell by date. When she reached 45 she exchanged the hotel bed for a permanent bed and married Bill a divorcee. They rubbed along pretty well together but for comparative newly weds they soon slipped into the familiar married couple role.
Like me Bill had spread a little round the middle. He was content with life, he was married to an attractive woman and had no worries at all. Unlike me he did not take the exercise hint too well. Early on in their married life Janice had persuaded Bill they ought to take cycle rides together. But he just had not enjoyed it. Janice often cycled alone, Bill being tempted out on holidays only when a good watering hole with some nice food, was their ultimate destination.
So when Janice spoke to my wife about me joining her on some cycle rides, the girls agreed it would be a good idea. A long term friend safely married, and me with my little problem was no threat to our relationship. Suddenly this whole exercise thing seemed very appealing to me and I waited eagerly for our first ride out together.
Janice arrived that 1st morning in a pair of black and electric blue Lycra cycling shorts, that clung to her thighs and ass. Her long legs, displayed an even tan from regular exposure, as did her arms. She had on a matching electric blue top with a low vee neck, which looked semi respectable as she sat up but as she leant forward to grasp the handle bars, I could see straight down to the round moulded form of her cleavage and the white lacy bra, cupping her tits. This exercise was doing me good already as I felt my cock twitch for the first time in what seemed like a very long time. It was like being a pubescent kid when this thing in your pants gains size and becomes something other than the instrument to urinate with.
I got on my bike as the two women engaged in conversation, Janice talking about where she thought she would take me, and me thinking of where I would like to take her. Those shorts really clung to her ass, from her behind I could see the flaring of her hips and the spread of her buttocks. I so wanted to be her saddle and have that hot pussy smothering me. I had to stop looking at her, things were getting uncomfortable so I rode around a little pretending to be warming up my leg muscles for the ride ahead. All the time thinking of the potential ride between Janice's legs.
Well despite all of my expectations that first ride was pretty tame. We both chatted, about work, old times and our respective spouses. Rested at the top of the hills to admire the scenery, and share some water. I also took the opportunity to admire the little view in front of me. The contours of Janice with her fine round mounds and those deep hidden valleys.
Well Spring wore into summer and my wife arranged for Janice and I to take a ride most weekends. Normally the four of us would meet up at a pub somewhere at the end of the ride. Cycles would be loaded into the back of the car and we would go our separate ways. Janice and I got more and more familiar on our rides, and the stops got longer, our bodies leaning into each other, as we studied maps or looked at views. By now my cock had regained its youthful vigour and was desperately seeking somewhere to shoot its load other than down the toilet with the aid of my right hand.
I lay awake at nights thinking about our rides, remembering the sight of Janice's tits filling out her shirt, her tight butt in those clinging shorts. By now I also could remember the feel of the soft lycra, as she pressed against me, or I accidentally brushed my hand across her tits. I lay in bed flexing my fingers imagining those tits filling my hands.
Come the next weekend and my wife decided she wanted to visit relatives on her own, she did not want to break my schedule of rides. She noticed how much trimmer I was, shame I could not say the same for her. Janice and I set off on our ride, it was a route we had enjoyed several times, taking us up into the hills, and beside a crumbling farm cottage. The roof was gone and only part of the outer walls remained. This day was particularly hot so when we came to rest we parked the bikes up and slipped behind the shelter of the walls to gain some shade.
We shared the water around, and Janice dug some energy bars from out of her saddle bag. She lay back against the wall, eyes closed, sunglasses resting on top of her head. Her feet rested on the ground with her knees bunched up and her legs splayed. I could see the shape of her pussy pushing up through the lycra, her skin had the salty sheen of cooling perspiration, and my cock was painfully restrained by my underpants. I always wore loose shoots to cycle I said for the circulation of air, the truth was to hide my now regular erection. I stood in front of her looking down on the friend we had known for years, the woman who had done so many wicked things in her past before her reformation. If only I had been doing this then, instead of now, when she was married.
She put the water bottle to her lips and drank some more. Her lips were waxy with sun screen, just like gloss. I saw her lick the dribbles of water from her lips. She opened her eyes and raised the bottle towards me.
'Would you like some?'
I wanted a lot of things from Janice at this time, I would certainly have liked some of her body. Instead I reached out to take the bottle. Janice leaned towards me, giving the full view of her cleavage. It looked so inviting, I so wanted to feel my face nestled between those tits. I drank the water as Janice watched.
'You are looking in good shape Jack. I think all this cycling is doing you good. We will have to try and keep it up through the winter. You have certainly lost some of the spread on your tummy. I was saying to Bill yesterday, he needed to get back on the bike and join us. He thought he may, but I think we may have to wait a while before I can tempt him.'
I looked down into her green eyes, her shimmering lips slightly parted, I did not need any tempting. Temptation was before my eyes. I drank some more and then passed the bottle back towards Janice. I held the bottle outstretched so Janice had to lean forward to take the bottle from my grip. I looked down the front of her shirt, I could see the brown tip of her nipple showing against the white of her bra. Distracted I did not notice her take the bottle from my hand.
