Gerald Heaton lived in Upper Gracewood near Finchbottom and on one Sunday afternoon he set off on a bike ride to Pangmere, it was only supposed to a quiet cycle in the countryside, just a spot of fresh air and some exercise.
So it was just a relaxing cycle ride in the countryside but he soon realised his trip to Pangmere was ill advised when another rider over took him, but didn’t then leave him in their wake, they just kept pace with him and that was the problem, because the cyclist was a girl dressed in Lycra which fitted her like a second skin, taut and seamless leaving every contour revealed, each curve, each prominence and mound, and every peak and valley.
Every ridge and canyon of her voluptuous landscape was on show to him and when she stood up in the saddle her immodesty was shown in stark relief, and once seen it could not be unseen and he could think of nothing else.
The effect on Gerald was evident as his erect cock protruded down the leg of his shorts which made it difficult to pedal, as a result he slowed down a bit, but as he did slowed so did she as if she was enjoying his discomfiture.
All he could do was try and distract himself, by imagining Ann Widdicombe naked but that didn’t work so he tried the old favourite passion killer, English Test Cricket, he went through the mental list of the field positions, County Cricket grounds, and the full array of bowling actions he even listed the English team captains from 1960 to the present day but he still couldn’t get the image of the cyclist’s fit arse and camel toe from his mind and if anything it got worse.
So when they approached a layby he decided to stop and get his erection under control.
But no sooner had he come to a halt than he noticed that the fit girl on the bike had turned around and was heading back towards him and the front view of her was just as revealing as the back.
When his eyes finally rose above the level of her pert tits he saw that they and the impressively large nipples surmounting them belonged to Lily Cooper from the village store, who had then pulled alongside him.
“Hi Gerry” she said “is everything ok?”
“Fine” he replied but he’d forgotten that his cock was still protruding down his shorts leg, however Lily’s gaze was fixed on it.
“Is that my fault?” she said
“What?” he said and then realised what she was getting at
“Oh my God” he exclaimed and tried to poke it out of sight
“Don’t do that” she said and took hold of it and began to stroke it
“I think that if that’s my fault then I think that I should help to fix it”
Lily smiled as she relinquished her hold of his cock and got off her bike and walked towards the bushes.
“Come on then Gerry don’t be shy” she said and started to pull the zip down on her suit.
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