There she was standing in the middle of the street in a pair of sweat pants, bare naked from waist up.
'Oh my god, oh my god.' was all that echoed through her mind. There was no stopping now she thought. Everyone was already thinking she was crazy for taking her top off so there was no turning back now. She quickly reached her thumbs into the waist band of her warm up pants and tugged them over her hip letting them drop to her ankles. She had her biking shoes on so she quickly bent over and worked them over her shoes.
There she was stark naked in the middle of the street amongst her team mates and a hundred other racers.
Karen and her teammates had all seen Carrie naked in the shower at times before but couldn't help but stare in disbelief at the sight of her there in the street. Seeing her naked in the shower was one thing but seeing her in her biking helmet, shoes, gloves and sleek racing glasses was something all together different. Carrie was the picture of the term hard body. She was tall and tight from years of hard work and with her slim muscular frame. Simply put, she looked awesome. She didn't have an ounce of fat anywhere and her B cup breasts actually looked large on her slim athletic body. The only thing better than her breasts was her long muscular legs and tight little ass. All together she looked like a page out of a fitness magazine.
Even her skin was nicely tanned. Her entire upper body including her breasts where evenly tanned letting everyone know she was no stranger to topless sunbathing. Perhaps even sexier than a perfect tan was the tiny imperfection caused by the thong tan line she was sporting. Carrie couldn't see it but she was sure everyone else could. Now everyone knew of the tiny G-string bikini bottom she wore when she bothered to wear a bikini.
None of the girls had considered themselves lesbians and only Karen had ever had been with another girl but all three instantly felt their nipples harden and a warm stir in their pussies at the sight in front of them.
A good number of the other girls in the crowd felt the same emotion as every eye was on Carrie as she looked to her teammates for strength, begging for strength to not run off and hide.
"Go girl. You're awesome!" Karen said trying to comfort her friend.
"Thanks Carrie. I owe you big time for this." Sue added.
Carrie once again looked skyward trying to muster courage as the comments began. She tried to shut them out and focus like Karen had said but it was impossible. Trying to mentally shut them out she mounted her bike. As she swung her leg up and over the seat a gasp was heard from her right. Feeling a rush of cold air entering her she was immediately reminded of how exposed she really was and immediately knew what the gasp was about. Karen and everyone to her right had just been treated to a lovely view of Carrie's wide open pussy.
"Um, Carrie... you might want to be a little more careful with that from now on." Karen warned, feeling embarrassed for her.
She now stood over the bike with her pussy mere inches above the horizontal bar. With her back forced straight by the seat bumping her into her back, her breasts were trust forward making her slim tight body an awesome sight. It was like she as a person was removed from the scene and there stood the perfect female racing body in nothing more than was required to compete. There were no un-needed accessories like a shirt or shorts or anything. You would think it quite embarrassing for Carrie which it was but from the competitors' perspective it was quite an intimidating sight. Despite their opinion they had to respect the conditioning that went into that body.
That body looked defiant, as if daring everyone to look. It looked like it was build to race and everyone else had better step aside. And it didn't stop at that. That body spoke of sex as well, probably more so. It's rare that an athlete has breasts and hip but Carrie had both. Her B cup breasts were topped by dark quarter size areolas and long hard nipples that just begged to be sucked. Below her breasts was a long tight tummy with just the hint of a six pack. Those long lean muscles circled the cute little belly button before coming back together and leading directly to her clean shaven pussy. There wasn't the slightest bit of stubble to distract the onlookers from its features which looked ready for action, almost begging for action.
That body sent a message to everyone that looked that 'I'm here to beat your ass in the race course and when I'm done beating you I'm going to fuck your brains out until you pass out from the pleasure.'
All the racers were waiting for the start but most were looking back at the naked contestant. It was then that Deb, from their rival team first caught a glimpse of Carrie.
"Holy shit. Look at that bod." she sighed looking back at Carrie.
All this time Carrie was in a fog. It was like her mind had left her body.
"Carrie, how you doing? Lisa asked.
"I think I'm going to be sick." she whispered quietly.
"Aren't you freezing?" Sue asked as she saw Carrie shudder, half from the cold and half from nerves.
"This is crazy." was her only response.
The cold was in fact getting to Carrie as she stood waiting for the race to start. Small shivers passed across her naked body when a strong gust of cold wind hit.
Karen moved closer and started to rub Carrie's arms and side until someone shouted,"Look the lesbian team with their naked mascot."
"I'll be ok." Carrie sighed as she rocked back and forth nervously.
The girls all huddled around Carrie trying to lend support and trying to break the wind. They couldn't help but admire Carrie's control as she all but willed herself stop shivering. Everywhere you looked, her body was covered with goose bumps, her arms, her legs, her butt, her stomach, her breasts. Even her mound and lower lips had the cutest little goose bumps. The thing or things that really stood out were her nipples which were hard enough to cut glass and long enough to hang a coat from. A coat that I'm sure Carrie wished she had at the moment.
After seeing Carrie shiver once again Karen began rubbing Carrie down in an attempt to keep her warm. The person making the earlier comment had moved on and besides Karen really didn't care what she thought. Karen ran her hands up and down Carrie's sides and arms and over her bare hips. The warm hand on her body was helping. They warmed her skin but they also had a different effect on Carrie, too. She had always been sensitive to the touch and loved it when boyfriends would caress her skin but this was her teammate and a girl. Carrie felt confused but then there was nothing normal about today's events. The combined effect of Karen's hands on her skin and the intent stares of all the people had an effect and Carrie's reaction was different than she would have imagined. Here standing in the middle of the crowd she was getting seriously turned on.
For her part Karen was also getting turned on by the action. Never had she felt such a tight body. She was probably being a little more enthusiastic with the rub down that was warranted and certainly more than one would expect when surrounded by people but she couldn't stop.
Just then however the score keeper called them to attention announcing that they'd be starting momentarily. Carrie shook her head clear and mounted up, placing her now wet pussy on the narrow bike seat for the first time. She probably should have been a little more careful as the long narrow end of the seat bisected her pussy.
'OMG!!!' This is going to be harder than I thought.' was all she could think of as she let out a noticeable sigh.
"You had better be careful with those parts. You'll be needing them later." Karen whispered to Carrie with a hint of lust in her voice.
The innuendos were missed by Carrie though who's mind was elsewhere.
Finally the gun went off and the race was underway. Carrie and her teammates took off and followed the riders ahead as the group got up to speed. Carrie clamped into her pedals and was standing up on them to get up to speed quickly. As she did one of the other riders behind her stumbled and crashed as she got distracted by the sight in front of her. As Carrie stood and leaned forward all her personal areas were visible from behind. Karen for one did not miss the show as she struggled to keep up.
Once up to speed the racers fell into formation with Carrie taking the lead for her team. Carrie settled down on the seat, a little more carefully this time, and pumped away as they came to the first hill. With her shoes clamped into the pedals as she was, she was one with the bike. Every pump of her legs, either up or down, had a direct effect on the bike as well as her tight butt. It was like a marriage of flesh and machine. With no clothing covering anything her bare body was like a living extension of the bike. Every muscle flexing and stretching in perfect harmony resulting in the forward motion of the bike. There was nothing that was not essential to the process, no extra gadgets on the bike, or extra clothing on the rider, just the bare essentials to put a bike in motion.
It was like a working model of a car engine with the body cut away exposing the mechanics inside. With Carrie it was the clothing removed to see how every muscle in her body worked in unison to generate the force to move the bike. And her body was not a Chevy or Ford. It was a Porsche or Ferrari body, tight and fit but without any extra bulk. It wasn't just meant for power either. It was designed to please in other ways, too. Again the sight was impressive, almost intimidating.
Carrie was trying to focus on the race but the comments from the spectators and other riders could not be ignored. That and the sensations that were being passed from the bike to her sex were getting stronger. It wasn't like her sex was impaled on the seat but there was a small feeling of pain as the narrow seat pressed against her bottom and her now open pussy. And there was a more noticeable feeling of arousal as her clitoris teased the seat on occasion.
