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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