I'd been cruising on my bike for about eight hours straight. Now I like riding my bike, obviously, because I wouldn't be on it if I didn't, but eight hours is eight hours. My general stamina is good and I could handle that eight hours quite easily except for one little thing - my bladder.
I'd been meaning to get off and get a little relief for a while but I'd just kept putting it off. Seeing I was now passing through some woods I decided that the time was right to get off, get a little relief, and stretch my legs at the same time.
I pulled off the road and under a nice shady tree. Seeing I was going to take ten minutes to stretch my legs I didn't want to return and find myself trying to sit on a scalding hot seat while burning my hands off with red-hot handlebars. A little shade would obviate this problem.
I dismounted, took off my helmet, watered a tree, and then went for a stroll. There were a number of paths through the woods so I just chose one and wandered along it, enjoying nature at its fullest. Birds were singing (Did you now that most birds are singing war-cries? True. They're warning other birds away from their tree.), and animals were making rustling sounds in the brush. Squirrels were bouncing about through the trees like demented monkeys, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
I could hear water gurgling and assumed that there was a stream running through the woods. Now that it occurred to me I remembered crossing a bridge over a small creek just before I reached the woods. It was probably the same stream running through the woods, which probably helped explain why they were there.
The track I was on ran up to the creek and continued by the side of it. I just strolled along, relaxing and getting the various kinks out of my legs. I was about ready to return to my bike when I came around this little bend to find myself standing in a little glade. A pleasantly occupied glade.
The glade was about twenty feet wide, circular in nature, with the creek running through it, slightly off centre. There must been a bit of a hollow in the ground as the creek ran through a nice little pond, the pond being complete with ducks. Only two of them, but they were there.
Also in the glade were two young lovelies, lying down and relaxing in the shade of the trees. I almost overlooked them but one of the girls turned her head to look at me and the movement caught my eye.
From the blanket and bits and pieces spread around I surmised the two girls had held a picnic and were relaxing in the sun after eating. Very much relaxed as one of the young lovelies seemed to be sound asleep. The pair of them were casually dressed which I suppose is only natural. After all, who would go for a picnic in the woods formally attired? Only a nutcase and these girls didn't look nuts to me.
What they did look like was very attractive. Both of them had dark hair, short skirts, and casual t-shirts. I meandered in their general direction, checking them out. Early twenties at the most was my guess.
The young lady who was awake looked as though she was about to say something but I made a hushing movement, indicating her sleeping friend. I saw no reason to wake the girl unnecessarily.
My eyes wandered over the non-sleeper with interest. Quite an attractive little thing, in my opinion. My tendency to create mischief leapt to the fore. I sank down onto one knee next to the young lovely and lifted the front of her skirt, moving it higher. A lot higher. I expected a loud shriek and possible a slap but all I got was a quiet gasp and a shocked look.
They say that if you don't defend something then you will lose it. I decided to test this adage using her panties. I hooked my fingers over her panties and slowly drew then down, watching her expression on her face change from shock to stunned amazement. She opened her mouth but before she could say anything I had a finger pressed lightly against her lips. A similar finger was pressed against my own lips as I shook my head slightly, indicating her sleeping friend.
With silence requested I returned to the drawing down and taking off of her panties. She was shaking her head slightly, indicating that this should not be happening, but seeing she wasn't actively resisting it was damn well going to happen. I slipped them off her feet and tossed them to one side.
I do like a nice smooth mons, both the look and the feel. I moved her legs apart and my hands travelled up them, stroking the insides of her legs, where the flesh is so very sensitive to a foreign touch. By the time my hands reached her mound and one closed over it she was breathing heavily and looking flushed and uncertain.
I took my time, caressing her intimately. It seemed to me that as long as I didn't rush her I could just about do anything I wanted. She needed a real reason to object and what I was doing wasn't one apparently. Don't ask me how a woman's mind works.
I continued stroking her, touching her, rousing her. My fingers dipped between her lips, trespassing internally. The flush on her face and the heavy breathing continued and I could also feel that she was hot and wet. I wondered what would happen if I tried to push things even further.
While continuing to stroke her I unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers. That done I changed positions, finally taking my hand away from her pussy so that I could push down my trousers and jocks. She watched me, eyes wide, and no, I have no idea what she was thinking.
