MellowingGrey
Not A Virgin Now
- Joined
- Feb 7, 2021
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I’ll set this one off:
Some years ago I used to go cycling with a young lady (I use the word lady lightly). She was more sex oriented than me, and I thought that was hard to do. We would be riding along when she would speed up and race ahead, she’d then stand on the peddles with her butt pointing in my direction. With on hand she would push her cycle shorts down and give me a rear wink, bott hole and fanny on show. This gave me a great incentive to race off after her; as well as a raging horn.
Anyway I digress; it was a beautiful sunny summers day and we’d cycled several mile along a a woodland trail when we decided to stop for refreshments. As we drank tepid water from our dispensers and viewed the local vistas she broke the silence.
“That grass meadow looks inviting .” She said with a glint in her eye. “How about we take our refreshments into that meadow and have a well earned rest.”
We hid the bikes behind a hedge and walk into the meadow, the grass was deep green and knee high. We found a nice patch and settled down to our sandwiches and drinks. It wasn’t long before she was teasing and stroking my body………….blah blah……….After a quick 69 ……………. Blah blah……….and a great fuck…………blah blah………….we just lay naked in the heat of the afternoon sun. After about half an hour I heard this strange sound. Standing up and stretching to see over the brow of the meadow the sight of the farmer cutting the grass and heading in our direction put the fear of god into me. We quickly got dressed and ran to our bike and set off as fast as we could.
Anyone wanting to know what the "blah blah" sections are PM me.
Some years ago I used to go cycling with a young lady (I use the word lady lightly). She was more sex oriented than me, and I thought that was hard to do. We would be riding along when she would speed up and race ahead, she’d then stand on the peddles with her butt pointing in my direction. With on hand she would push her cycle shorts down and give me a rear wink, bott hole and fanny on show. This gave me a great incentive to race off after her; as well as a raging horn.
Anyway I digress; it was a beautiful sunny summers day and we’d cycled several mile along a a woodland trail when we decided to stop for refreshments. As we drank tepid water from our dispensers and viewed the local vistas she broke the silence.
“That grass meadow looks inviting .” She said with a glint in her eye. “How about we take our refreshments into that meadow and have a well earned rest.”
We hid the bikes behind a hedge and walk into the meadow, the grass was deep green and knee high. We found a nice patch and settled down to our sandwiches and drinks. It wasn’t long before she was teasing and stroking my body………….blah blah……….After a quick 69 ……………. Blah blah……….and a great fuck…………blah blah………….we just lay naked in the heat of the afternoon sun. After about half an hour I heard this strange sound. Standing up and stretching to see over the brow of the meadow the sight of the farmer cutting the grass and heading in our direction put the fear of god into me. We quickly got dressed and ran to our bike and set off as fast as we could.
Anyone wanting to know what the "blah blah" sections are PM me.
