ROFLMAO!!!
and THAT my friends - is why we ride bikes!!!!
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This is a true story.
Fun at Coal City
The girlfriends and I were hanging out in the Comfort [Inn Breakfast] Bar. The weekend was HERE and we were ready to go CRUISING! I had a couple of shots [of coffee], which is stronger than my usual drink, and we headed out for our wheels. We knew where there would be lots of action so we hit the road.
We were cruising the regular route when those shots really kicked in. My friends could tell. "Girlfriend, you want to chase somebody's tail, you just do it!" Hey, I didn't want to *chase* anything. I wanted to catch it. Or, at least, I couldn't even wait around while they took off their jackets... I was pacing up and down the cul-desac. (I don't drink coffee.)
So when four hot looking sets of [road bike] wheels went streaking by, I said, "See you later!" and revved my engines. I gave those guys a pass they couldn't miss ["On your left!"] and tried to look good as I passed by close enough to touch them. Would any of them take me up on it?
I played it cool and I was rewarded. It seemed like it was just a few seconds later when the pack was behind me, all thoughts of plain old cruising were over,and it was just the two of us. He was snuggling up behind me [on my rear wheel]. I glanced a cool, twinkling smile that promised good things to come. My breath was already coming faster and I knew his was doing the same.
It didn't take long at all before we were as close as two people can be (and not run wheels into each other). Our thighs started moving in rhythm, steady now, then getting faster, pumping harder and harder. How long could this last? I know my panting just drove him harder.
When I thought I would burst, he moved around me so I could suck [on his rear wheel]. It felt like everything part of me, every atom was at the edge of excitement.
I don't know how many times we took each other just to the edge. Now we were both pumping hard, breathing hard, until, YES!!! YES!!!
The SAG STOP!!!
We coasted in, smiling, gasping, and I realized neither of us had said a word. Ah, but the communication of two bodies in unison!
Hey, I don't even know his name, but I hope it was as good for him as it was for me.
Last edited by Geonz; 04-26-2006 at 08:32 AM.
ROFLMAO!!!
and THAT my friends - is why we ride bikes!!!!
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: "Yeah Baby! What a Ride!"
Bwahahaha!!!
I tried to work in the bit about how when I looked over at him, his water bottle was dangling from his lips (it was... something about nipples could have gone there)... but ... I figured enough was enough :-) It *was* a really good ride!!
Whew! I knew biking and s*x were closely related! But how closely, I never realized!
Run like a dachshund! Ride like a superhero! Swim like a three-legged cat!
TE Bianchi Girls Rock
Oh my, it's hot in here..i think i need to get on my bike...
c
I'm going to have to be a lot more careful about what I'm reading at work. And just when did you say you were going to start working on that new biking romance novel?!
Donna
They're cute when they're little. Then they grow up and they're just ug and dumbly. Quote from my daughter
I think the proper beginning for such stories is: "I never thought this would happen to me, but..."
Great story. Great writing.
Give big space to the festive dog that make sport in the roadway. Avoid entanglement with your wheel spoke.
(Sign in Japan)
1978 Raleigh Gran Prix
2003 EZ Sport AX
Wow, GEONZ... this made me smile...
Was almost "on the edge" with you both...
more stories please...
Courage does not always roar. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying,
"I will try again tomorrow".
I feel so dirty reading your story.....
Do share more....
OK, I felt just *wrong* for reading that!
Ha!
OH... here's my joke that goes along with your story:
* How do you make a man speed up on his bike? *
* Have a girl pass him.*
Ever notice how if you try to pass a guy... all of sudden they start kicking it into high gear. Damn if they want a girl passing them!
How can it be dirty or wrong when it's done in LOVE? It was BYOOTIFUL
It was interesting that the whole group didn't speed up to catch me (and they were all guys), just the one guy. It also meant the two of us could go back to our own groups after that, having metaphorically shot our wads, and be the nice social riders we claimed to be...
Damn, that was a good read! Gotta go cool off now....
Heck, that was so good I read it twice!!
ROTFLMAO - good. Man, I needed a chuckle and I got a sh*t arse grin to go along with it. Can't wait to head out for a ride tomorrow. Or see my man tonight........
Dar
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“Minds are like parachutes...they only function when they are open. - Thomas Dewar"
Oh, mY!!!!! I'm not sure how I found this but I'll never look at bicycle riders the same again.