** Thanks to Deadeye for the edits**
I took a year off school after graduation. Having just turning nineteen, I figured I'd put a year of work in, have fun, and then start college the following year. This gave me plenty of time to hang with friends, work, and enjoy some of my favorite things, including cycling and working out.
I'm not a very big guy so climbing mountains on my bike kind of comes naturally. I look for new hills to climb, the steeper the better, as long as it's paved. I don't do much mountain biking, its mainly the road for me.
It was around the start of July and I had a lot of miles behind me on the bike. I was in really good shape from all the climbing, but I was getting kind of tired of the same climbs day after day. So, I decided to leave the main road and take the exit to a small mountain town and see what I could find in the way of climbs on the back roads.
It was a beautiful July day, already getting hot, which I don't really mind. There was not a cloud in the sky as I pedaled through the small town, following the main road toward the rising mountains before me. Luckily the road stayed paved and the climbing began in earnest. I was hoping it would continue for as long as possible, because a lot of roads like this usually turn to dirt quickly, but so far so good as the incline continued steadily upwards.
I noticed that the houses were huge and very spread out, probably one every mile or so and very nice. I was definitely in a wealthy area, probably why the pavement continued as long as it did. I was about five miles up the climb when it really kicked up, probably the steepest I've ever climbed on my road bike, and I had to shift down to the lowest gear and stand up to make it. This made me gleeful actually, I had found a new climb, a very steep climb, and I was thrilled.
But everything comes to an end, even a good climb, and I saw that the road ended up ahead in front of a large gate and mansion. I road all the way to the gate, which was about eight feet tall, and saw that it had a keypad entry and a couple of cameras pointing down at me. I stopped, breathing very heavy from the incredible incline and stood there, straddling my bike as I took a break, before descending back down the way I came.
I was looking through the gate, checking out this enormous house and yard, and wondered who lived there. How much money would you have to have to own something like this place? Suddenly the gate started opening, swinging inward right in front of me. I expected someone's voice on the keypad speaker or something but heard nothing. The gate just opened. I figured, what the hell, I'll go and get a better look at the place. I mounted my bike and pedaled in, riding up the lavish drive toward the house, checking out the meticulous yard until I arrived at the front entry. The road continued on around the side of the house, I figured the garage was at the end, but I stopped at the front doors.
I don't know what I expected; I was dressed in tight spandex, clipless biking shoes, a helmet, and fingerless gloves, standing over my bike staring at the huge doors to probably the biggest house I'd ever seen. I didn't know why the gate opened for me or if I should go and knock or just get back on my bike and head down the mountain.
I gave it another half a minute and then clipped back into my pedals and turned to go, when I heard a woman's voice say, "Don't go!"
I looped around and rode back to the doors, one of which was now open, and standing in the doorway was a woman, a very beautiful woman. She was older than I was, by at least ten years, probably more, but she was very attractive. Long brown hair, incredible face, and an even better body. She was only wearing a sports bra and tight workout shorts. I could tell she had been exercising, her long hair was in a tight ponytail and her tan skin had a light sheen of perspiration, making her almost shine.
"Hello," I said.
"Hello, my name is Madison. I saw you outside the gate, having rode all the way up that steep hill and thought you might want some water," she said.
"Sure, I could fill up my bottles, I guess. Your house is amazing," I said, trying to keep my eyes on hers since her large breasts were all but popping out of her tight, low cut sports bra.
"Want to come inside? You can leave your bike here in the foyer... umm... what should I call you?"
"Oh, sorry. Jase; my name is Jase and I guess I can come in."
"Jase? Is that short for Jason?" she asked as she moved out of the way for me to pass into the foyer.
"No, just Jase. It's what my parents named me."
"I see, well Jase, leave your bike there and probably your shoes as well," she said, seeing me walking funny and making clomping noises as my cleated road shoes met her tiled floor.
The first thing I noticed was how quiet and empty the huge house was as I followed Madison on my stocking feet, holding both of my water bottles.
"You all alone in this giant house?" I asked.
"Today, yes. My husband is on a business trip and the servants and yard crew only come once a week.
"Wow, this place is huge!" I said, looking around.
"Want a tour? I don't get very many visitors, especially when Ryan is out of town."
I assumed Ryan was her husband, who was one lucky son-of-a-bitch. Walking behind Madison was a treat to behold. She had an incredible ass, long toned legs, and a sexy back. I could see most of her with her only in that ponytail, workout shorts, and sports bra. I didn't have to be anywhere so I accepted the tour which started in the kitchen to allow me to fill up my water bottles.
"You can leave them in the fridge while I show you the house," she said, opening a huge stainless-steel fridge that you'd normally only see in a massive restaurant.
I put my water bottles in and turned back to her; she was looking at my ass and biting her lower lip as I turned around. I pretended I didn't notice.
"Where to first?" I asked.
"Follow me," she said.
I wanted to say, 'my pleasure' but didn't, I just smiled and Madison headed out of the kitchen to show me the rest of the house. It was in one of the living rooms where I saw a large photo of her standing behind some old dude sitting in a chair.
"Who's that you're with, your grandpa?" I asked.
"No, silly, that's Ryan, my husband. I'll admit there is a bit of an age difference."
"Your husband? Oh, wow," I said, before thinking that Madison was definitely a trophy wife. He looked twice her age and the picture seemed pretty recent.
"He treats me really good; I have everything I want," she said motioning to the house. "Well, almost everything," I heard her say under her breath.
We continued the tour and I found myself watching her ass more than the house. She showed me room after room with the nicest stuff money can buy. The garage was insane, her husband had a huge car collection the likes of which I'd only seen at a car show. I was blown away. We ended up in the gym with a full workout room, sauna, pool, hot tub, the works, even a tanning booth. I also noticed in one corner of the gym a complete massage set up with table, chair, and cabinets.
