Something I'm writing now and will be finished when you see the last period.
So our little cycling group finally got Delphi to ride with us. We know she's a wonderful cyclist and part-time courier. We see each other around town and at some functions such as when a new ghost bike is put up. I'm smoking my last cigarette before the ride begins and she's watching me hot box my cig, I see it from the corner of my eye. We all start to mount up and Delphi is next to me- straddling her steel Nashiki, the top tube in her crotch. She smiles as someone speaks to her, all while wheeling the bike back and forth, she has a habit of doing that as she talks. She's dressed lightly, an all pink Susan Coleman breast cancer shirt, some of the shortest bicycle shorts, that must be Japanese and a pair of Etnies. Such delightful bouncing as we briefly ride on cobblestone.
We just enter the park and I glance at her as she rides, those full lips, her arm muscles flex as she holds the handlebars.
"Nice Cannondale." Delphi speaks.
"Yeah, I just got the thing. Giving it it's first trial," I smiled.
I could hang on every word that comes from those lips. They way they form letters and words- to kiss those lips, softly pressing on mine. Oh yeah, I'd just have to suck on her bottom lip. She speaks and no words have ever been sexier. Her thighs look firm in the saddle with perfect cadence. Perfect for locking around me when I go balls deep in her. We crest over a small hill and I see she's breaking a sweat. Sunbeams glide through the trees and reflect- her legs glisten. I just want to run my hands down those thighs as we embrace each other.
I can almost feel those emerald green eye's fuck me when she catches me stare. That beautiful red hair rages from her helmet like wildfire. sweat drips from her lips. We go inline as we embark up a hill, a few tour buses whip up a gust on their way down. Delphi gets in the drops, her shorts have ridden up as far as they can. I want her to ride me like she rides that bike, for my cock to do what that saddle has done. I thought about earlier when she was standing over her bike; the Nashikis top tube rubbing her clit ever so softly. If I could only get these blasted bikes out of the way, I could reach up with my tongue, give her a lick. Leveling out, the sweat has moved to the small of her back, I could kiss it bottom to top, breath in that hair as I nibble the nape of her neck. shes in my lap riding me like a twenty percent grade.
We stop at a convenience store for a short rest and refuel. I'm thinking about relieving myself in the bathroom. Her shirt is sticking and the imprint of her ab's is driving me wild. It's best if I just go get my Gatorade and a snack. She walks in and the cold air hits her, I can see it, her nipples are extremely extroverted. They beg me to suck, tug and bite. I think she purposely turned so I could see her pull out her shorts. I'm sure of it. She slowly rubbed her hand between her legs and across her Temperpudic ass that has no qualms about eating that Brooks saddle. Legs spread, tugging out the shorts- I think of only bending her over the hotdogs and slipping mine inside, while my mouth is agape. She walks up to me and gently closes my mouth with the butt of her water bottle. I pay for my things and nearly bump in to her as I make my way out. A wink and a kiss as she's in check out, knowing I was checking her out- still as I smoked. She dropped something and turned to pick it up, shorts back where they were.
"When this ride is over, do you mind giving my frame a once over, you got tools and thing at your place right?" Delphi asked me.
"Uhh..yeah," I stammered. "I wouldn't mind that one bit."
"That's great, I can't wait." Delphi replied.
This is gonna be a long hard five miles.
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