For graduation from high school her mom and dad had bought her a Cinelli Gazzetta Della Strada touring bike. It was light weight and high-tech. She put a bike rack in the back of her old Toyota pickup and spent most of the summer participating in bike rallies and competitions.
Emily was a month away from her twentieth birthday. As a former cheerleader and gymnast, she was both physically fit and mentally tough. She'd been sexually active since the weekend before her eighteenth birthday. The day after her high school graduation party she went down to the mall and got her hair cut short and dyed jet black. She left a long blonde ponytail and her blue-eyed Pollyanna appearance on the salon floor at J.C. Penny's.
Emily met him three weeks ago at the bike shop. She watched David while he repaired her bike. They talked while he worked. She thought to herself, "Oh, and David when you're finished with my bike, I want you to fuck me over there on your work bench." But she didn't ask him, she would never be that bold with a stranger. While she waited and watched she worked on a personal check-list.
She raced high-tech bikes and he did too; check. She was tall, and he was taller; check. She was old enough and he was older; check. She was going to the university just up the road and he was a local; check. He couldn't keep his eyes off her body and she noticed; check. She was horny, and he was single; check.
"I have Tuesday and Wednesday off," David said casually as he carried her bike out to her pickup. "Would you like to do a 10K run with me on Tuesday?"
"Where do you want to meet?" Emily said with a confident smile.
"How about the University parking lot next to the soccer field ticket booth at seven a.m.?
'It's a date. I'll see you Tuesday at seven by the soccer field" She replied.
Emily hit it off with David right away. They'd been on five runs in three weeks, to McDonalds four times and had missionary position sex in his apartment twice.
****
They rounded a corner with Emily following close behind David as they started a slight downhill run. She had been in the trail position for the past twenty minutes admiring his tight beautiful ass. Her admiration turned to wonder.
David's cycling pants were made from a black formfitting fabric that was both practical and revealing. The red pin striping and patterns accented his powerful legs. David stood half crouched over his handlebars and started peddling like crazy. He sprinted to gain momentum that would carry them up the small hill in the distance. Emily did the same and matched his pace as they swept down the hill.
There are three contact points on a bicycle: The bicycle saddle (or seat), the pedals (or stirrups) and the handlebars. Every serious rider equipped their bicycle with the saddle, pedals and handlebars that ergonomically complemented their bodies and riding style.
Emily had chosen a saddle designed especially for women. The Selle Italia Diva flow women's saddle was designed for the long-distance rider. But most of all, it had a shock absorbing system that kept an unexpected bump in the road from pitching her seat into her bits.
Emily was wondering how it felt for guys to sit on all their stuff. She tried to imagine what it would be like if her clit was nine inches long, as big around as her bicycle grip and her labia was as large as a big set of balls.
"I've got a really fucked up question?" Emily said into her headset.
"Go with it." David replied, without letting up on the pace.
"Well, I've been watching your magnificent ass bob up and down on that seat for the past five miles wondering if it hurt?"
"Wondering if what hurt?" He replied quizzically, as he sat back on the seat and began to coast.
Emily hovered over her seat, while shifting her weight until her clit was rubbing against the saddle. She peddled to match his speed, still in trail behind him.
"Well, I don't know just how to put this. But here goes."
'I can see that your, ah, marvelously large package clearly extends along your right inseam inside your pants. Does it bruise your cock or balls when you're sitting on the seat and peddling like crazy? She asked with a completely serious tone.
Emily watched David's back straighten and legs close as he continued to pedal at a comfortable pace
"Thanks for the complement and no, they don't get bruised." He said, as he laughed into his microphone.
"How about you, is your labia bruised and sore after a 15K ride?"
Emily's laughter was loud enough to voice activate the microphone. Hearing David used the word labia had taken her by surprise. Guys she knew weren't so spot on with their language.
"Sometimes," She replied honestly.
David was surprised by her answer, but he didn't respond. She had sounded hesitant, like she wasn't finished with her answer.
"I have to apologize for being so crude," Emily said contritely, "I should have said penis or scrotum instead of cock and balls. And by the way, your use of labia instead of pussy was spot on. I'm used to boys saying pussy."
Emily again heard laughter in her headset.
"Thanks for clearing that up for me. However, guys use the word pussy for eating and fucking because it means the whole enchilada."
"Ok, that sounds like guys," Emily chuckled, "But if you're going to use a food reference, taco would have been more accurate."
She decided to spice up the banter and pulled out to pass him.
"PASSING!" Emily called out.
David didn't slow while Emily took the lead. He lustfully watched her as she passed by on his left. Emily's short black hair was striking against the backdrop of her neon green and black trimmed touring pants. Her ass was high. Her head was down, and her long legs stopped abruptly at the three-finger gap in her crotch. David never had any complaints about letting Emily lead.
As Emily passed David she laughed and said, "Watch my pussy."
"OK, it will be difficult," He teased, "but I'll try."
Emily's pedals and handlebars were adjusted to easily accept her weight. She used the saddle for resting and making the ride more interesting. Whether she was peddling fast or slow, all she had to do was push her clit onto the saddle with as much erotic pressure as was needed to keep her happy spot happy. She was center stage for David and dramatically emphasizing her movements for his benefit.
After Emily found her happy spot she peddled faster.
David easily matched her speed while he continued to focus his gaze as he had been instructed. He watched lustfully as Emily lowered her crotch to a hover, just above her seat. It looked to him as if she was adjusting her pelvis to find a comfortable position. The old joke about wanting to be reborn in the next life as a girl's bicycle seat entered his mind.
"I've got to admit that on a good run I can rub one off in about three miles." Emily announced boldly as she grinded away against the saddle.
"Holy shit Emily, you can't tease me like that while I'm wearing these pants and watching you grind against your seat. There's no room in these pants for a colossal hard-on." He scolded.
"OK. Point well taken. It's break time," Emily said with a grin.
"How about we take a break at the lagoon up ahead next to the large rocks. I've warmed up a taco for your lunch."
Laughter and the phrase "Absofuckinglootly!" Filled her headset.
Emily stood on her pedals and turned down the beach access road. There were a few ruts here and there, but she negotiated them easily.
***
Emily stopped at the edge of the sandy beach and carried her bike to a secluded spot around two large rocks below a forested cliff. They could hear the cars passing on the highway above them, but they were out of sight of the road. The sun was almost directly overhead.
"This place is perfect." Emily said as she unzipped her form fitted jersey.
David watched as Emily shucked her day pack, shoes and top. He admired her bold confidence. He watched her pull and tug on her pants until they were off as well.
"Now, that feels much better." Emily said with satisfaction.
Down to her black trimmed neon pink sports bra and matching boyshorts she looked as if she was about to walk into a fashion shoot. Emily was five-eight, had a long neck, high collarbones and legs that seemed to never end.
"Get with the program!" She shouted at David as she turned and ran towards the surf.
Emily ran down the gently sloping beach and into the surf until she was knee deep.
David quickly stripped off his clothes and walked to the waterline.
Emily turned to splash water on David and squealed with delight as she watched him wade towards her with his cock swinging left and right as he walked. The first time that she had seen his cock she was shocked by its length and girth. She had never seen a flaccid cock that was nine inches long. She almost blushed just thinking about how cool his cock was and how confident he carried it.
"OMG! Here I am fully dressed while you're playing Mr. Nude America."
Emily quickly stepped out of her shorts and pulled her bra over her head. She tossed her undies onto the dry sand and splashed back into his arms.
She initiated the first kiss. She gently parted his lips and let her tongue go on auto pilot. They stood embraced, chest to breast and cock to mons while they made out like young teens. Emily broke off the kiss with a moan.
"Ok. Let me know how this feels." David whispered.
"Oh baby," She murmured in his ear.
David had placed his righthand thumb above her clit, slipped his second and third fingers past her slippery inner lips and gripped her firmly. The sensation of him taking command and holding her so firmly made her wiggle her g-spot against his fingertips in delight.
Emily teased, "You're going to have to take me bowling. It feels like you could roll me down the alley with the grip you've got on me."
David tilted his head forward for another kiss but did not bring his lips down to hers. Instead he started to lift her with his two-finger bowling ball grip.
"Oh My!" Emily exclaimed as she quickly popped up onto her toes
"Perfect." David said as her lips came up to his. David kissed her with a passion that she'd never felt before. His tongue erotically probed and darted, he nibbled and licked. But mostly he just kissed deeply and lovingly.
Emily had totally succumbed to his kissing.
