This coronavirus was killing me. Not in the literal sense, but psychologically. I had retired a couple of years ago, and my wife just six months ago, we were enjoying life at a slower pace. I was going to the gym to swim and have a sauna every other day, and cycling on other days, my wife joining me whenever she felt like it. We would eat out at least once a week and meet friends for coffee or lunch at least every other week. We had had a couple of weekends away and had booked a couple of holidays. Then along came covid-19!
No shops, no cafes, no gym! So I started cycling in earnest. The guidance stated that we were allowed to exercise once a day, walking, running, or cycling, it didn't specify how far we could cycle though!
I had been a keen cyclist all my life, so going out and riding fifty miles a day wasn't unknown, I just needed to get back in the swing of doing it every day.
So there I was, on my own, my wife having decided that coming out with me too often was holding me back. I was riding down a very quiet country lane when I came up behind a young woman pushing her bike. Finding someone pushing a bike uphill was fairly common, but finding someone pushing a bike downhill was definitely not.
I slowed and came up beside her.
"You okay love?"
"Got a puncture!"
"Have you far to go?"
"Yeah, about five or six miles I think."
"Don't you have a puncture kit or anything, or a phone to get someone to pick you up?"
"No, I'll be okay!"
She couldn't push that bike all that way, and I think she was underestimating the distance as well, I knew that road, and there was nowhere for her to go before the next village which I knew was a good eight miles further on. I was surprised that she had gotten so far on that bike, it wasn't exactly the most lightweight or modern bike! Fortunately for her, I carry tools and puncture repair kit.
"I've got some gear, if you put your bike down here and sit over there I'll have a look at it."
"Are you sure, I don't want to put you in any danger, although I think I'm pretty safe, I work at home and don't really see anyone else for days at a time."
It didn't take me long to get her back wheel off and find the thorn that had done the damage. As I worked I looked at this young woman, who, to be frank I thought was very silly coming out all this way unprepared. She was sat on the verge, and once she had removed her helmet and freed her hair, I could see was very pretty. Her hair was blonde, she had long eyelashes, a small pretty nose and wide blue eyes. I thought she was a bit older than my first impression, about thirty five I thought. She was wearing the proper cycling gear, but her outer top was fairly baggy so I couldn't judge her body shape. If her tight clad legs were an indication though, she was athletic!
I finished repairing multiple punctures. "The tyre must have moved around the rim when it went down, there's half a dozen little punctures. I've fixed them as well as I can but I've had to overlap some patches to get them all, I'm not sure it'll stay up all the way. I'll follow you and see you get back ok."
"You don't have to do that, but thank you!"
"It's okay, I was going to turn off this road in a few miles, but I've got all day so I can go on a lot further anyway."
She got back on her bike and we rode slowly (for me) up the road, me riding behind, keeping an eye on her wheel. As we rode we talked, or rather shouted. Her husband was working in the gulf, some sort of oil engineer. Kathy (her name) was a website designer, worked from home, had no kids and was bored out of her mind being unable to get out to the gym or meet her social group. Her husband had only flown out just before the virus really hit the uk, so he wouldn't be back any time soon.
As I followed her along the road I couldn't help but take notice of her very nice ass and her shapely legs, very nice!
Seven and a half miles and one stop to pump up her tyre later and we came to her beautiful little cottage in the village. As she got off her bike I asked if she had a spare tube in the house? She said there was a big box of stuff in her shed and she was sure there would be spares in it.
Well I thought, in for a penny, in for a pound! I offered to sort her bike and she happily agreed. I wheeled both bikes around the back of the cottage and Kathy unlocked the shed. I knew in my mind that I was being careless, my wife and I had been so careful with our social distancing, almost a complete isolation, not even seeing our family, and here I was in fairly close contact with an unknown woman.
I found a complete bike tool kit and several new tubes, so quickly got to work. I had noticed that her bike wasn't in the best condition, so I soon got into fully servicing it, it's one of those things that seems to relax me, I like fiddling with bikes! After a little while Kathy came back out of the cottage with two cups of tea on a tray, with biscuits and milk and sugar. "I've made this, I've been really careful with everything, and I'm sure it's okay, but if you'd rather not have it I'll understand."
I was gobsmacked! Not at the tea, at her!
She had taken off her outer jacket and was now in a long sleeved tee shirt, and oh boy! Was she built! She should have been on page three with a figure like that. She seemed to have the slimmest waist I'd ever seen, and her bust would have rivaled Dolly Parton's! Now I could more clearly see her face I saw she was very pretty, not quite Jane Seymour ( of James bond fame who I have always considered the most beautiful woman in the world), but yes, very pretty.
I suddenly realised that I was staring, between her face and her boobs. She also realised, and as I shook my head and started to apologise she laughed it off. "It's okay, I'm used to it, with a rack like mine you sort of have to be!"
I hadn't expected a response like that and it caught me off guard as I mumbled yet more apologies. I picked up the milk and added it to one of the cups before taking a large sip of tea.
Caution had gone to the wind now, so we both sat and enjoyed our drinks in the very sunny but quite cool garden.
We chatted for a good half an hour, about the world situation, about our lives, about everything really, we were like old friends by the time Kathy stood up and said it was getting chilly. Would I like to come indoors for another drink or something?
I told her I'd just finish with her bike and then come in, the thought of 'something' playing around in my head!
A few minutes later in her kitchen I couldn't help but be impressed. This was a true old fashioned country cottage, low beamed ceilings, a big very old fashioned gas burning stove, the smell of baking; marvellous.
"Coffee and cake? I've just made it!"
It was a while since I'd had cake and the smell was delicious, as was the taste. I was in heaven, good coffee, better cake, and lovely company, what more could a man ask for? A stupid question, as I was about to find out.
As we sat and ate our cake I looked at Kathy's face, there was something about her expression, I wasn't sure but... Then it came to me, her eyes. The look in her eyes reminded me of my younger days, there was a need in them, a want, a... a come on!
I smiled at my host, she smiled back, rather shyly I thought.
"I'm feeling rather sweaty and smelly, I think I need a shower!"
