The Ride 60

He flashed a smile as he sailed past another cyclist going the opposite direction. It was difficult not to smile on an evening like this, it felt special. The route, a riverside promenade, usually thronged with dog-walkers, ramblers and other cyclists, was practically empty. He could count on one hand the number of people he'd seen so far, including the Lycra-clad man he'd just passed, and that solitude suited him just fine.

The evening matched his mood, it was a warm summer night, the sky was a glorious vision of pinks, lilacs and blue, the dusk sunset casting long shadows and gorgeous hues. Birds chirped lazily, settling into warm nests as the sunset and dusk approached. The slow current of the river lapped gently up in foamy waves, soft whispers to accompany the birdsong. A summer breeze cooled most of his exertions on the bike, though not all, a light sheen of sweat still coated him, dampening the loose shirt he wore, but it was really no effort. On nights like these, the bike practically rode itself.

He rounded another corner and found himself facing a long stretch of emptiness. He had a feeling this might happen, it was late in the evening, late for most to be heading this way at this time. After all there was very little out there, just a couple of gorgeous spots to watch the water drift by and lose yourself for a while. So whilst he could imagine passing a few keen evening explorers coming back, he figured he wouldn't see many heading the same way. It looked like he was right.

He watched birds glide across the sunlit sky, silhouettes against the kaleidoscope of colour above. Their skyward dance resonated with him. Their freedom to fly wherever they liked matched the feeling he got from his bike on these evenings. Their effortlessly flight seemed close to his effortless ride, both cutting through the air, soaring forward towards different destinations. He adjusted his backpack, carrying a small assortment of food and a bottle of wine, as he shot along the path, each thrust of his powerful thighs driving him forward, propelling him closer to his destination.

Eventually he rounded a corner and he'd finally reached the spot he was looking for. He stepped off of his bike, a little lamenting of having to end his ride, and walked through a small gap in the trees beside the path, the trail wasn't exactly secret, but it was definitely less trodden than the promenade itself. He followed it's winding route, walking his bike beside him and eventually emerged in the clearing. It was tucked away in a thicket of oak and birch trees, a crescent of foliage and coverage that almost completely sheltered the spot from the path, though you could see it if you looked carefully. The other side of the grassy clearing opened out onto the water itself and offered a wonderfully secluded spot to take in the river's beauty.

Though quiet, it wasn't unusual to have to share it with a few others in the know, though he hadn't expected anyone at this point in the evening, let alone someone he knew. Yet there she was.

He felt something stir within him as his eyes trailed over her, an excitement and anticipation. What were the chances that she would be there? He was delighted to see her, somehow this perfect night had just gotten better. Would she be as happy to see him? Her own bike was propped up nearby and she was seated, reclining slightly, comfortably propped up on one arm as her other held a book.

He hoped so, though you didn't really come here for company. Side on, he didn't think she had seen him yet and he took the moment to let himself truly appreciate the sight of her. She was a vision on an evening like this, long blond hair hanging gracefully down her back, shining in the sun's ebbing glow. She was wearing a summery dress, light and delicate, her arms and legs bare, strong and slender, their pale skin bright in the warm light. Her body looked incredible, it always did.

He propped up his bike and unshouldered his pack, circling around he smiled mischievously and carefully tiptoed behind her until he was close. His steps were silent and soon he was in touching distance. He could smell her, bewitching and beautiful, her scent mixing wonderfully with those of the summer evening, fresh grass and wildflowers, their aromas awoken by the gentle heat of the sun.

He could hear her peaceful breathing and he watched over her shoulder as her chest rose and fell with each breath. The dress was cut low enough to offer a generous view of the curve of her natural breasts and, though he chided himself for it, he found himself unable to resist letting his eyes linger there, enjoying the gentle curve of her soft skin. She wasn't wearing a bra either.

Realising that he probably shouldn't just stare for the rest of the evening, he bent slowly and gently placed his hand on her bare shoulder. As his fingertips touched her naked skin, he felt a quick surge of energy bolt through his body and he breathed deep, calming himself, trying to control the ever growing flame inside of him. Surprisingly, she didn't startle.

"I saw you before you know," she turned to look at his hand, still on her shoulder and then looked up to him with a mischievous smile of her own. That smile both disarmed him and set his pulse racing at the same time. "You're not as quiet as you think."

"Clearly!" he laughed and let his hand fall from her shoulder, his fingertips tracing over her soft skin as he did. "What a delight of a surprise! Mind if I join you at all?" he asked. "I have some wine to share." he added with a smile.

She laughed, and nodded. "A girl couldn't refuse such a generous offer could she?"

He felt a surge of anticipation swell inside of him. She was happy to see him as well. He took a seat on the grass picking a spot close to her, almost intimately close, but she didn't seem to mind.

He unpacked the bag, placing everything out beside them and cracked open the red wine. She watched as the ruby liquid sloshed into the plastic cup he'd brought with him, he'd only brought one after all, and graciously accepted the cup as he offered it to her first.

"Too kind," she nodded in appreciation before taking a generous sip of the wine, luxuriating in it's rich taste on her tongue and lips before letting it slip down her throat, "well chosen too" she smiled. She took another sip and then passed the cup back to him, her eyes met his as their fingers touched on the vessel, another surge of energy raced through him. She felt it too.

He could see the same excitement sparkling within her glacial blue eyes that he felt within himself. He took a sip to calm himself again, savouring the wine, letting it rest on his tongue before swallowing it down. "It's not bad is it?" he replied, then felt the boozy kick of its strength "powerful though!" He passed it back again and their fingers touched once more, their eyes locked again, fire dancing within them.

"It certainly is," she replied with a wry smile. It was clear what she meant.

The air was thick with a tension even more intoxicating than the wine, growing each time they touched. They carried on this way for a while, sharing the food, refilling the cup whenever it emptied. The cup was somehow a symbol for the dance they clearly both longed for, that seemed almost inevitable now.

Its movement, their gentle touches, composing the anticipation and the moment so beautifully. With each passing of it, their touches lingered, fingertips entwined for a moment before parting. His hand sometimes affectionately reached to her shoulder or arm as they talked, she felt tingling sensation each place he touched her soft skin, fingertips barely tracing across her flesh.

Occasionally she rested a hand on his leg, her touch against the denim stoked the fire within him every time, he could feel himself growing, straining against the tight fit of his jeans, bulging between his legs, not blatantly but certainly not subtly, if she'd looked she'd have seen. He realised with a smile that he wanted her to.

The sun was slowly setting and the shadows lengthened along with their touches, bathing the clearing in the light you only found at sunset. The alcohol danced through their bodies, an enchanting waltz with their desire, twisting and winding the tension into a deliciously tight knot. A binding of desperate need, the kind they could only unravel together with hungry mouths, biting teeth and frantic hands, carnal instinct the only thing that could sate the ever-growing passion within them.

The air felt like it fizzed and crackled with anticipation and sexual energy, all it needed was a spark to ignite into white hot fervour. That spark came when she reached for him once more.

This time her hand fell higher up his leg, fingers against the denim on his thigh. Unlike before her touch lingered, he turned to her and saw her with an impish smile, eyes down, fixed on the straining bulge between his legs, his breath quickened.

She felt his body tense, legs growing taut beneath her touch and she looked up at him with a knowing glance. Her eyes locked on his, somehow there was roaring wildfire behind those ice-blue iris. They both knew what was coming next, they'd known for a while, but this was that wondrous moment, a mere breath before it happened, poised on the cusp between anticipation and actuality.

A bolt of electricity raced between them, exquisitely powerful and hypersexual, they could feel it surging through their bodies, hearts hammering and breath short. It lasted all of a heartbeat, but it felt much longer than that, and the energy continued to charge within them.

It seemed an age before her hand started to drift up his thigh, closer and closer to where he strained so obviously. Her eyes stayed locked on his, enraptured by their mutual lust, revelling in each pounding heartbeat of this shared moment.

As her fingertips reached the top of his thigh, just imminently before she would feel the hot throb of his need for her, he reached forward with his right hand, resting it on the back of her neck, fingers threading through her silken blonde hair. Eyes still locked as they sat in the grass, he pulled her to him then, bringing her lips to his. She didn't resist, her mouth was just as hungry as his, her tongue just as desperate. Their lips touched and their desire erupted around them, within them, all over them.

Gentle touches became firm, gentle pace became frantic. The kiss unbridled the intense need within them, roaring and ravenous and now it had been unleashed. He held her neck firmly, her lips parted for him when they touched, his tongue slipped inside, desperate to taste her. Wine mingled with passion, he could taste grape with lust on her tongue and his need for her vented in a fierce moan of desire. She reciprocated, eyes closed in deep pleasure, her tongue just as desperate for his, dancing, twisting, caressing one another, a hot, hard kiss, furious with ardour and long with need.

As they kissed, her hand lifted higher, cupping and squeezing the firm bulge between his legs, inspiring further moans from both and a gentle bite in the kiss. She could feel his length desperately straining against the denim, aching to be released. His right hand still holding her neck, he reached with his left, moving it to her side, just above her hip. He let his hand trace the firm curve of her body through the thin cotton of her dress, slender and strong, powerful yet soft, he pulled her body to his. She let him, craving the same intimacy he was.

She felt their bodies merge, her breasts pressed against his chest, their tongues still exploring each other's taste, her hand still squeezing the ever-growing throb. She could feel the outline of his desire clearly, her fingers curled around it's shape as it grew ever-harder, ever-thicker. He kissed her deeper, his tongue probing further into her mouth, hungry for more of her. There was so much passion between them, everything was pouring out with every touch and action, every breath was ragged and short, vocal and desperate.

Whilst still holding her to him, he slid his hand up her body from her hip, exploring more of her gorgeous figure. His fingertips reached her breast, tracing gently against the soft curve, then moved upwards more until his hand cupped her and squeezed. She sucked in a fierce breath as another surge of energy bolted through her body. She squeezed him harder in turn and felt him moan against her, deep pleasure from his throat, resonating through their kiss.

She slipped her hand up then, deftly pulling at the belt at his jeans, unfastening the buckle with one swift movement, before unbuttoning them at the front. His hand on her neck pulled her closer again, he kissed her harder, his tongue teasing her teeth before gliding back to her own, entwining together as they continued their dance. His other hand reached up, curling his fingers beneath the neckline of her dress, pulling at the thin cotton near the swell of her breast. His tongue flicked hers once more, before he pulled his lips away, finally ending a kiss that felt like it had lasted for hours.

As soon as they parted their mouths were ravenous again, not nearly sated. Her eyes opened and locked on his, a lust unlike any she'd seen burned behind them, she felt the same way and he could see it too, if a glance had voice this would have said "fuck me."

Their hands had stilled in the moment, her fingers beneath the belt of his jeans, his under the neckline of her dress. Desperate to expose each other to the evening air, to release their bodies to one another. Their eyes locked, enraptured by each other's frantic need. They could feel each other's pounding hearts, so thunderous that it was almost like they joined the sounds of their ragged breath and the gentle waves of the river side.

They'd all but forgotten where they were, inhibitions stripped by ardour and alcohol, lost in the throes of their lust. They glanced around the clearing, there was no one here. No one likely around for miles, though there was always a chance. Their eyes returned to each other once more, an enchanting mix of mischief, desire and passion sparkled within hers.

"Here?" he asked.

"Here," she agreed.

They lay down on the grass together, bodies still pressed against one another, close enough to share breath and heartbeat. They kissed again, more sensually, still fiercely passionate but their tongues were softer, deeper. She pulled back, letting her hand work at his jeans, pulling them down his legs. He wore snug boxers of cotton, well fitting, very well fitting in this moment actually. She could clearly see the outline of his length, straining against the thin fabric, he looked big, she watched hungrily as it throbbed with each beat of his racing heart.

In the same moment, his hand pulled at her dress, slipping it off of her shoulder. His eyes focused downward like hers, longing to see more of her irresistible body. The cotton cascaded down, baring her breast to the evening air, she heard his breath catch when the material traced across her areola, teasing what was about to be unveiled, and hers did the same when he exposed her firm pink nipple.

His lips returned to hers for another kiss, his tongue massaging hers once more, as his hand returned to her breast, fingertips now touching her soft, pale skin. It felt like there was electricity within them, a spark surged within her, tingling outward from each point he touched. They kissed harder, both moaning softly. His hand squeezed her breast, then his fingers gently traced over her nipple, teasing softly.

His lips left hers and, guiding her gently but firmly, he tilted her head to the side, opening her neck to him. His mouth trailed kisses down to her throat, passionate in their work, biting gently, lips kissing softly, hot on her skin, his tongue gliding across her, caressing her flesh. She moaned loudly as both his mouth and hand teased her, stronger surges of pleasure racing through her body from her neck and breast. A hot desire flaming deep within her, a fierce need for more. A deep current of pleasure building, slowly but relentlessly building. She moaned again.

Inspired by her own building rhapsody and eager to share the intoxicating excitement of being exposed outside, she let her hand trail to his torso, running over toned abs and the firm muscle there, savouring the feel of his body under her touch. She reached lower, her fingers at the waistline of his underwear, slipping under the material. She felt his body tense at her touch, eager for her to reach further still, to take hold of him.

She slipped them beneath, pulling the shorts down, exposing his throbbing length which thrusted upwards finally released and free, all the while revelling in his tongue and teeth on her throat and his tracing touch on her breast. He moaned softly and she reached for him immediately. She felt the heat of his lust first, before she'd even curled her fingers around his hot length, he was desperate for her. She gripped him, he was hard, so hard, she revelled in the pulsing throb of his thickness, his desire emanating in waves, merging seamlessly with the waves of pleasure surging through her own body.

His fingers teased her nipple harder, pinching slightly, before squeezing her breast again, a little rougher, a little more vigorous. He bit down on her neck, passionately, hard enough that it might leave a mark on her pale skin. She didn't care. She watched her hand start to work his length, stroking him slowly and long to start with, enjoying her grip and the feel of her hand teasing his solid cock.

She breathed deep as she watched his body, muscles taut with pleasure, strong and so clearly aching for her touch and more. She could feel her own desire aching as well, she was wet with need and lust, desperate for his fingers, his mouth, his dick. She kept her hand stroking long and slow, all the way to the tip and then softly but firmly down his shaft, she felt her hand trace against his balls and brought it upwards again. She would quicken soon, but for now she wanted to touch every inch of him, to savour every throb and thrum of his engorged instinctive need for her. He needed more, yearned for more, but she would forge his need fiercer, until it was flaring hot. He would wait.

He could feel the slow stroke of her hand on his length and it was driving him wild. Her grip felt so good, firm and controlling, gliding up and down the shaft of his throbbing, aching cock. Sexual energy crackled within and around him, he felt it sparking and cracking in bursts and explosions inside of him. He moaned loudly in pleasure, an involuntary vent of passion and pleasure. He slowly lowered his right hand from her neck, gently trailing his fingers down across her throat, passing where his mouth worked so passionately, over her chest and breasts, once more drifting across the cotton of her dress as it continued lower and lower still. Her body was incredible, he took another deep breath, trying to control the ever-intensifying yearning he felt for her.

It trailed across her waist, over her hip and to her leg, finally fingertips touched flesh once more as they traced across the hem of her dress and reached the soft pale skin of the inside of her thigh. Another flash of pleasure, tingling across her thigh from each point his fingertips teased across her flesh. He reached underneath her dress, his hand gliding up the inside of her thigh. He wasn't hesitating, but her need for his touch had it feeling like they were ascending achingly slowly. She opened her legs slightly, enticing and encouraging his fingers closer. She felt him grow harder at the gesture, throb fiercer with each inch that they moved upward as his rising hand lifted her dress, exposing more and more of her thighs.

She worked her own hand faster, quickening her stroke on his length, spurring him on. He moaned again. They reached her underwear, she arched her back in anticipation, she knew they were wet already, she'd been longing for him so intensely, she needed his touch so much, it was so tantalisingly close now.