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Bike Riding 

It took a lot of talking, but she finally convinced him to come bike riding
with her.

"It's cold!" he whined. "This is November. Bike riding is a summer time
activity. We should concentrate on indoor sports!"

"Oh, don't be such a big baby." She swung her leg over the cross bar (she
insisted on riding a man's bike), inching her butt over the seat. She had to
stand on her tip-toes to do that, the muscles in her legs showing nicely in
the tight, black bike pants she wore.

"I envy that bike seat," he told her, waggling his eyebrows. She glared at
him, frowning. "Well, I do. Thrusting between your thighs, rubbing against
your sweet pussy."

"Yeah?" She smiled. "Would you like to change places with the bicycle seat?"
she asked. He nodded vigorously. "Well, if you want me... you're going to
have to catch me!"

She took off on her bike, speeding down the driveway and down the street.
"You minx!" he shouted, mounting the bike and heading off after her.

Her laughter whipped past him, carried by the wind. He knew he could catch
up to her, and she knew it, too. He followed her down the quiet streets of
their subdivision, across a school play ground, and over to the park.

Across the grass and up a small hill, she came to a stop, spinning the bike
around to face him. "Come on, Mr. Slow Poke!" she hollered. "I thought you
were going to catch me!"

She was off again, coasting down the hill towards the small cluster of trees
at the other end of the park. He doubled his efforts, circling the hill and
tearing after her. Through the trees, around the park, and back the way
they'd come. Closer and closer, until he was right behind her.

They were too winded now to yell taunts at each other. Though he'd started
talking about the bike seat as a joke to try and convince her not to embark
on this insanity, he decided he did enjoy the view from back here. Seeing
her legs pumping the pedals, the way she lifted her ass off the seat to get
a little extra momentum. And watching her settle back on the seat, the thin
tip of the seat disappearing between her thighs... He groaned. Now was not
the time to get a boner! It made riding the bike difficult.

She turned into their driveway, riding into the open garage door, clicking
the door to close behind her. "Hey!" he shouted, but she ignored him. He
rode around to the back yard, entering the garage through the rear door. The
garage was empty.

"Honey?" he called, heading into the house. Rounding the corner to the
living room, he saw her, still sitting on her bike.

"So, Sport. Is that a bicycle pump in your pocket, or are you just happy to
see me?" she asked, eyeing the bulge in his jogging pants. "And just what
set you off?"

"Watching you ride that bike seat. The way you lifted your ass off to try
and get ahead of me, and then sat back down. I just watched that, wishing it
was my cock you were sitting down on."

"Really? You mean, this is what got you all excited?" She pantomimed the
movement he described. "What about this?" She ground her pussy down on the
hard bicycle seat, squirming until she had the best contact on her clit.
"You like that? Now you know why I like bike riding so much."

"Oh! You are terrible! I swear you lay awake at night thinking of new ways
to torment me!" Crossing the room to stand behind her, he slid his arms
around her waist, hugging her. "You can make anything erotic, can't you?"

"I try." She leaned back against him, feeling his lips nibbling at her ear.
His fingers slid under the waistband of her pants, cold fingers slipping
into her warm, wet slit. She moaned as his chilled digits rubbed her clit,
then diving deeper into the wet hole. "And you just love to make me squirm
like this," she gasped.

"Uh-huh." He pulled his hand from her pants, licking her juices from his
fingers. "I think we make a good team, then." He pulled her off the bike,
dancing her over to the couch. With a smile, he undressed her with his
hands, his mouth tasting the skin he bared. He made her squirm even more,
her body quivering as he explored it. "Please, sweetheart... I need to feel
you inside me now," she begged.

Sitting back on the couch, he pulled her onto his lap, sinking his cock deep
inside her wet warmth. She was excited by his hands and mouth; feeling the
aching emptiness suddenly full sent her over the edge, drenching his cock
with her pussy juices. Holding her tight, he let her buck against him,
waiting for her to calm down.

With slow deliberateness, they made love, her body riding on his cock, his
hands massaging her breasts, stroking her sensitive nipples. When they came,
it was long and hard, their cries echoing together through their house.

Bodies together, he rolled her onto her back, covering her body with his.
"You know, I really have a problem," he said between kisses.

"What's that?" she asked.

"I'm never going to be able to look at bike riding the same way again."