I had been with the company for three years and thinking about leaving until I was transferred to a mid-size Rocky Mountain town. For me it was a dream come true; out of the city, fresh mountain air, and plenty of open road to ride my bike. Being 28 I had been into road bicycles since college and I was a weekend racer. In my new environment and with my new job, that had me out of the office most of the time, I could ride virtually whenever I wanted.
My favorite ride was along a river that wound its way up an incredibly beautiful canyon to a mountain top. The cold river water kept the canyon cool even on the hottest summer days.
One fateful June day I arrived at the parking area at the base of the canyon. I unloaded my bike got my gear, slipped on my helmet and started up the bike path. As I slowly road through the lot I saw a woman putting on her cycling shoes as she sat on the bumper of her car. She had long blond hair pulled back in a pony tail, sunglasses, and a single piece lycra spandex cycling suit. She looked up and we exchanged smiles and I headed up the path on my ride.
About 5 miles into my ride I heard a "POP" and I knew instantly what had happened. My rear tire had a flat. I pulled off the road and removed the wheel. I checked my tool bag strapped under my bicycle seat. In frustration I realized that the last time I had a flat I used my last patch. Dejected and angry with myself I lay back in the grass and stared at the blue sky.
I was startled when above me appeared a silhouetted figure. "Are you alright?" said the feminine form.
I sat up and noticed it was the woman from the parking lot. After my eyes adjusted I looked up her body. Her legs were tanned and she had the powerful thighs and calves of a seasoned cyclist. Her one-piece cycling outfit was a metallic sky blue with several logos on it. The spandex clung to her body like a second skin. She was curvy with wide hips and a very small waist. Her breasts were not large but round and her nipples poked out prominently. When I looked her in the face I could see she was not a woman in her 20s as I had thought but middle age, later I would find out she was 41.
"Oh! Yeah, I'm ok. I just had a flat." I stammered as I got to my feet. I was a little embarrassed at being mistaken for a helpless pup.
"Do you need a hand?" the woman asked. "I've changed a couple hundred flats in my day, and I'm pretty good at it."
"No thanks, I think I can handle it, but thank you! The problem is that I used my last patch the other day and..." She turned on her heal and made her way to her bike which was leaning against a nearby tree. I couldn't help but stare at her sculpted ass in that shiny skintight suit. She bent over and pulled a patch kit out of the under-saddle bag she had on her sleek Italian bike.
"No problem," she said handing me the kit. "Help yourself."
I removed a medium size patch from the kit and handed it back to her. "Thanks, you're like an angel from heaven." After I said that I felt stupid but I wanted to make a good impression on this woman. She smiled genuinely. I handed her back the kit.
"Are you sure you don't need any help?" she said her brilliant blue eyes sparkling.
"No I can handle it, and you probably want to get on with your ride." As I said these words I regretted them. I really wanted to spend more time with this middle-age fox. "The name is Jack by the way and thanks again for the help."
"Linda," she said, "and don't mention it, we cyclists have to... stick together."
She gave me a sexy little grin as she said good-bye. I watched her walk back to her bike. Again I noticed her ass. It was full and round and swayed nicely as she walked. Her shoulders were broad, accentuating the curves of her broad hips and small waist. I could feel a stirring in my loins and I knew I wanted to get to know Linda better. She gave me another smile as she stood and pedaled up the slight uphill grade. I smiled and waved and watched her muscles flex as she effortlessly propelled the bike uphill.
I knew what I had to do. I fixed the flat in record time, pumped the tire up and was off. In my mind I was leading the breakaway and I was determined to catch the leader, Linda.
The path steepened shortly after the point of my flat and I was working hard. Almost always standing as I pedaled, the thought of Linda's body and those sparkling eyes kept me pushing. "How far ahead was she? Man this woman is an awesome climber or she was a figment of my imagination." Then as I turned a corner around a large rock outcropping I saw her metallic blue form steadily climbing in front of me.
I backed off my pace a bit so I wouldn't have to put on my brakes when I reached her and also to catch my breath. When I was about ten yards behind her I was suddenly entranced by her wonderful butt. Firmly planted on her narrow racing saddle her cheeks appear to hold the seat in an embrace, the light shining off her metallic blue cheeks.
"Hi! Mind if I ride with you up this stretch?" I said trying not to huff and puff too hard as I road up along side her.
Linda grinned broadly, "No I would enjoy the company."
