My name is Mick and I have a part-time job transporting secure documents for physical signing and processing. Normally I would pick up documents from a Military Unit in this city and physically transport them to a civilian company, either drop them off and come back when they are done or wait for them; once complete bring them back to the Military unit.
I was waiting at a Civilian Security Firm and chatting with one of the guys who worked in the office, Ted (his name) was talking about a group of employees from the firm who like to hit some of the bike trails and bicycle primarily from bar to bar. I thought that's the way to exercise. I was invited to come along and I asked who all comes to these bike exercise events and was informed about a third of the staff at the Security Firm and anywhere from 4 to 6 people from the Military Unit. I agreed to swing by and hang out for a bit and build some professional relationships.
Saturday rolled around and I arrived at the designated parking lot at the entrance to one of the bike paths and there were already 4 cars unloading their bicycles and getting ready to get the day started. I introduced myself to the group. There was a total of 7 people at this location and I was informed that there would be another 12 to 14 people coming from another direction and would meet us at the first bar. The first bar was approximately 9 miles from our starting point but we were early as the other group was not scheduled to leave their starting point for another hour or so.
The other 6 people at this location were broken down, 4 from the Military Unit and 2 from the Security firm. I recognized all of the Military personnel from the unit. SFC Gilmore, SFC Tanner, MSG Panning, and SFC Bretford. I knew all of these individuals as I had worked with them for a couple of years. I knew SFC Gilmore quite well as I had a wonderful video of her getting very busy with a Major in a lounge at the Unit Headquarters. Gilmore had seen me watching the action and met with me the next day over coffee and we had, over time become friends. SFC Gilmore was Asian and stood about 5'4" and 120lbs. She had some unexplainable aura about her that just permeated the air with the energy of intelligence and sexual desire.
Gilmore's coworker SFC Tanner was a dark-haired woman from Los Angles with a captivating smile and an incredibly healthy lung capacity. MSG Panning was a late 40's physically fit, recently divorced man who had thrown himself into work and Military life. Panning's ex-wife had moved to the other side of the state with the person she had been sleeping with for years, I wasn't sure if that person was male or female, never got that deep into this person's life. SFC Bretford was a recently completed Drill Instructor and a fitness guru. Bretford loved to exercise and I thought it had something to do with a previous relationship. The 2 Security firm personnel a Rick Stevens and Lynn Peters. I would have to say these two were involved in a relationship the way they talked and physically interacted.
We all decided that we would start and work our way gradually to the first bar stop. I was the odd man out, so to speak, and decided to bring up the rear and for good reason. The Security firm couple, Stevens and Peters led the way, followed by Panning and Bretford and then Gilmore and Tanner. This of course left me staring at two very healthy asses in spandex, no complaints. The motion of those cheeks moving back and forth was more than enough to get my blood rising in my nether regions. Surprisingly it did not take long for us to cover the 9 miles and we came upon a small bar on the edge of a small town 20 feet from the bike path. We were the first to arrive and when the others showed up the bar was packed. 21 people were drinking quite heavily and I noticed a certain Lynn Peters was very close to a certain William Washer.
Rick Stevens was busy drinking with other Security team members present, not sure, but perhaps trouble in paradise, not my concern, just an observation. I listened intently as Washer and Peters told everyone they would scout ahead and meet us at the next stop, which I believed was about 11 miles.
I was finishing up my drink and realized that Gilmore and Tanner were sitting on high bar stools directly to my left, I was sitting at a regular table and it just happened to put me directly in view of both of these ladies' legs. Now I do not know for sure but they were both sitting with their legs open and I couldn't help but notice that neither of these ladies was wearing anything under these spandex shorts. It was easy to see a complete outline of all the goods these two incredibly sexy creatures had nestled between those thighs. Now being a red-blooded man, this was a way to get my attention and get other things at attention as well. Nothing like a couple of drinks and sexual frustration to help a man relax. Time rolled by and it was time to leave, the group filed out of the bar and pointed their bicycles in the direction of the next stop. 2 paths continually crisscrossed each other to the next bar. We decided to split into 2 groups and wind our way to the next stop.
I was with the boys Panning and Bretford and 2 gentlemen I did not know from the other group. We all set off and I was not all that much in a hurry so I hung back, not completely out of sight but far enough that I could see and watch. We were about halfway to the next stop when I noticed a younger girl coming off a side path that wasn't paved and she looked flustered. I needed to drain the main vein anyway, so I pulled over and followed the path; I had to unmount as I got deeper into the woods and walked it. This was when I started hearing muffled noises echoing through the trees. The further down the trail I went, the louder I could hear the sound of toe-curling activity. Well, well, well it looks like I found where Peters and Washer had ended up. It would appear that Washer was scouting his hiking stick into Peters canyon.
