The alarm clock buzzed and Laci's arm flew out from under the covers to tap the snooze button. She groaned inwardly as she remembered that it was Saturday morning and she and Scott were to join the cycling group for their weekly ride.
As she rolled towards Scott, still sleeping soundly, she glanced towards the curtains and noted that sunlight was showing around the edges. As she snuggled up behind Scott, nestling her mound into his warm back and reached for his morning hard-on, she wished it was raining...
Under a pale blue morning sky, the group left from the community centre – four men and two women – and cycled out on the country roads north of the city where the traffic was lighter. The sun was shining and there was a light breeze.
As a new cyclist, Laci hung back from the group, unsure of her ability to ride in a pack. The route that morning was to be about 30 miles with one rest stop and, although Laci was fit, at almost 50, she was not confident that she would last the entire distance.
Laci's confidence was tested further by the rolling hills in the countryside. Going downhill was a blast, but she struggled to get up some of the steeper inclines and her quads were screaming by the time she reached the top.
Her other anxiety was her weak bladder. The community centre from which they started had washrooms, but this morning's ride had no particular "rest stop" destination, like a coffee shop or bakery. The members of the group were encouraged to bring sport drinks and granola bars or fruit. Laci had packed one of each but, having consumed half a bottle of wine the night before, became mildly dehydrated early on in the ride and had almost finished her beverage.
When they finally stopped at a crossroads with not a coffee shop in sight, Laci's bladder was near bursting. She dropped her bike in the ditch and scampered into the woods. When she was safely out of sight of the road, she hastily pulled at her bike shorts and had barely got them to her knees when a stream of hot piss escaped from her crotch. She had just enough time to squat so as not to wet her clothes and shoes. She was surprised at how much liquid she had been holding and at how good the cool air felt on her buttocks and pussy lips.
The sound of water drumming on the leafy forest floor alerted Laci to the fact that she was not alone in her need. As she quickly wiped herself with the tissue she had had the foresight to put in her pocket, she looked around to see Scott shaking the last drops from his penis. A sudden tingling in her groin reminded her of what they would have been doing had they stayed in bed that morning.
"Hey, Scott," she crooned, just loud enough for him to hear, "I don't think I can keep up with the group for the ride back. They've set too fast a pace and I'm really sore and tired. Do you think we can just let them go off and we'll get back at our own speed?"
Scott looked at her and smiled. "Honey, you've done really well this morning, keeping up. But if you need to go back at a slower pace, I'll let them know to go on ahead."
Laci followed Scott back to the road while he explained the situation to the group and got his bike ready. As the group cycled off, she turned to Scott. "Why don't we just move these bikes off the road and go into the woods to "rest" for a bit before we take off again." She smiled seductively. That the message got through was obvious by Scott's immediate erection, clearly outlined in the tight lycra of the bike shorts.
