I had trained hard for this race, working out every day. I knew it was going to be grueling but I also knew I was in condition.
The first few kilometers were easy and I slowly pulled away from the pack. I wasn't in first place but I figured if I paced myself I had a good chance of winning.
Coasting around a bend in the road I saw her up ahead. She had dirty blonde hair, beautiful legs, and the most sexiest ass I had ever seen. As I got closer I couldn't take my eyes off her, and the pressure of the seat was sending signals to my pussy.
She was pushing herself to win but every so often she would cast a look over her shoulder to see who was close. I smiled at her but it appeared that she didn't notice my smile.
Each time I pushed with my legs, I felt the pressure decrease on my pussy. The movements had been continuous for some time now. The control was all mine. The rhythm of the movements I was making were driving me crazy. I pumped faster, drove my body higher.
It was a perfect fit between my legs, allowing both my pussy and my clit to feel the effects of the movement. I was soaking wet and I almost lost control as I slid across it. I had known it would be good before it started to build. Even though I knew I couldn't lose control, I still did it.
My body welcomed it's hardness. The seat's narrow tip with the body that widened toward the base seemed to conform to my receptive pussy. I could feel every inch of it as my legs seemed to cradle it and guide it toward my cunt.
My legs were pumping faster now, taking me toward the climax I so desperately needed. I knew I was going to cum soon. Bending forward, I felt the change in my pussy, felt the hardness of the seat as it rubbed my clit.
My breathing was getting faster. With each push of my legs I felt the movement of it away from my pussy and then the ecstasy as it's hardness crashed back into me, pushing between the lips of my cunt.
I sensed the finish coming near and worked harder to get there, to cum. As my body exploded in a crashing orgasm, I almost lost control of my bike. My legs stopped pumping as I coasted to a stop.