After Dinner Reveries

Gosh, she loved her bike still, she thought as she raced home. She was running late but knew she'd still make it in time. Just in time to get a quick dinner together.After dinner, Jane said to her husband, "Ron, watch the kids while I take abath." She slipped out of her sweaty clothes in the upstairs bathroom and ran atub of just perfect warm water in the large old-fashioned cast-iron white enameltub. It was big enough for two. Jim and she had played in the bath more thanonce.Jane eased herself into the big tub. Her muscles unknotted and relaxed in thewarm water. Her skin turned ruddy - such a delicious feeling. She soaped herselfwith lavender-scented soap and washed off the sweat and dirt from her adventurein the forest earlier that day.She sunk neck-deep into the warm water, relaxed further, and slipped into areverie. With a big grin she remembered her afternoon lovemaking with her brother-in-law Mike beside the trail in the forest.Jane had always been faithful to Ron and still couldn't believe she had beenthat naughty. She felt a little guilty. But she lay in the soothing bath feelingdelightfully, deliciously, thoroughly, completely, absolutely fucked - the bestin a long time.Jane hadn't been that naughty, she thought, since ten years ago astwenty-one-year old college student. She languidly ran her hands over her breastsand between her legs as she remembered that bike ride back one college day.
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Back then Jane attended LaGrange University. She loved the classical lookingbuildings of the downtown Los Angeles campus - flutes and columns and gargoyles.Cars, buses, bicycles, pedestrians filled the busy city streets around thecampus. She loved to stand outside and feel the rush of traffic around her and tolook at the soaring buildings - old and new - of Los Angeles's Loop.What a difference from the small farm town in Central California where she grew up.Jane's parents hadn't wanted to send their innocent small town girl off to thebig city. She convinced them because an older friend from town went to Loyola.Her parents couldn't know, but Jane wasn't so innocent. As a high schoolcheerleader, she had discovered handsome, muscular jock boyfriends were a lot offun - in a variety of places, positions and erotic adventures.Jane woke up one Saturday morning in her dorm room. Her senior year had onlyjust started and she didn't have a boyfriend - what a drag. It must have been thedream; she woke up horny. "Damn, I wish I had a boyfriend," she thought. Janeliked her fun, but she liked to have it in a committed relationship.She lay in bed and stripped off her t-shirt - the only thing she slept in. Imagesof cute guys and tight butts, muscular arms and hairy chests, long legs and nicehard cocks filled her head. With her hands, she rubbed herself all over. It onlytook a few minutes for her to give herself what she thought of as a "fast-foodfinger fuck" - appeases the craving, but doesn't really satisfy the appetite.Jane's moans and shouts woke Sara, a young women in an adjacent dorm room. Thesounds coming through the wall excited Sara, so she pulled down her pajamabottoms and began to play with herself too. Sara's groaning, added to Jane'snoises, woke more people up.The girls with overnight boyfriends began a nice brisk morning fuck; the othergirls masturbated. Soon the whole dorm floor sounded like the primate house atthe Griffith Park Zoo - grunts and groans, wails and howls. This tempted Jane todo herself again, but, hell, she was always horny.She pulled on a pair of skintight black cycling shorts - the kind that supportedher tummy, thighs and ass and pressed tightly against her crotch. Just pulling onthe tight shorts aroused Jane again. "What am I going to do?" she thought. "Wackoff a hundred times today?" Damn, she wished had a boyfriend.She decided to wear the cycling jersey without a bra. The silky material rubbedagainst her breasts and nipples in way she really...liked. She felt very sexy inher cycling outfit. She gathered her long auburn hair into a ponytail and put anelastic band around it. Checked herself in the mirror. Liked what she saw.Jane put on her helmet and fingerless biking-gloves, rolled her bicycle to theelevator, out the door and then headed out into the Los Angeles hum. Her bike was amean, lean machine. Shimano gears and derailleurs, center-pull brakes and specialcrankset, custom post and saddle, special handlebars.Jane had spent a small fortune on her bike. It gleamed - not a speck of dirt -and smelled of lubricants and cleaners from the special care she lavished on herbike.Guys turned as she wheeled by. They weren't checking out her Schwin. Her prettyface, long auburn ponytail, rounded hips, nice ass, her long, tan, toned legs andjust buff enough arms, the way her breasts strained against her jersey, madeevery guy between fourteen and sixty think about....Jane loved the masculine attention, but, sigh, wondered why no boyfriend.The way to the lakefront led through a maze of streets and ramps - and beware thecrazy Los Angeles drivers. Finally the asphalt path, sixteen miles, that lead pastparks, soccer and softball fields, beaches - and the cool, deep blue waters ofLake Michigan. She headed north through the last of the downtown. Since she livedmidway along the path, her round trip would be about fifteen miles.Joggers and walkers, cyclists and skaters filled the pathway. She pumped andworked her way up the gears to a good pace - dodging all the traffic. Sun on herface, lake air rippling on her skin, blood coursing through her body, deep fullbreaths - "Ahhhh!" Jane yelled for the joy of it - like a kid.She really pumped hard - sprinted. Up off the saddle, muscles straining, breathheaving, sweating, wind in her face - speeding - flying along. And then sheslowly worked her way back down the gears. Let herself coast along. Felt thatwarm rush of endorphins through her body.And then, wham! She was aware of the saddle rubbing her inner thighs, the tightshorts pulling at her hips, butt, legs, crotch, the jersey stimulating herbreasts and hardening nipples. My god, she was so aroused she thought she wouldhump her bicycle right there!"PFFTTT!" Clatter. Flat tire. Damn. Braked. Jumped off. Pushed bike to side ofpath. Inspected. Thank god the rim was okay. Jane took the tire off its forkwith the quick-release lever and got out her tool kit. She scrambled aroundinside looking for tire levers. Without tire levers - little wedges of plastic -she couldn't pry off the tire off the rim and then patch the tube and put it allback together again. Helpless. Hopeless. Really pissed.Jane tried to wave down a couple of cyclists to see if they had levers. ButLos Angeles being Los Angeles, they ignored her and rode by. Then she saw a vision takeshape in the distant haze - a serious, hardcore cyclist on a $2,000 bicycle. Theheavily muscled thighs and calves, firm ass, the lean, strong upper body.Closer, and she saw the angular planes of his face, the strong jaw, full lips,aquiline nose, thick, black hair peeking out of his helmet. Maybe he had tirelevers - and more, she giggled to herself."Need help?""No tire levers." She shrugged her shoulders and held up her open palms. Theypushed the bikes out of the dirt by the busy path and into a clump of bushesabout twenty-five feet away. Skillfully they set to work fixing the tire. Armsgrazed. Thighs touched. He thought how he would like to ask her out for a drink,but they were headed in opposite directions. Jane thought about how she mightget this hunky stranger back to her dorm room."Well, that about does it. Guess I'll be on my way."They both stood up, almost touching. Jane was lost in sort of an erotic haze.She couldn't believe what she did next. Her toolkit "accidentally" tumbled to theground in front of him. She got down on her knees to get it and was eye levelwith a pleasing bulge in his tight bicycling shorts.He gasped as Jane slid his shorts down his hips. She took his cock in her handand put the tip in her lips. He stiffened immediately and couldn't believe hisluck. Jane thought, a stranger, a total stranger. But she wrapped a hand aroundhis shaft and cupped his balls with her other hand. Her mouth bobbed wetly up anddown on his nicely big and thick cock.He tensed. Jane knew he was about to come, but she wanted hers. She wasn't coy."I want you to fuck me," she said."Here in this dirt?""No, take me from behind on our hands and knees." They both quickly shed theirshorts. Jane knelt and clutched a strong branch in front of her. With her otherhand, she guided the stranger's prick to the opening of her pussy. She was so wethe popped right inside. Jane frantically fingered her clit while the strangerplayed with her tits and plunged in and out. As he pumped in and out and shepushed back aginst him, their loins made a lewd slapping sound.She was so hot for cock - it had been almost six months - she exploded almostimmediately. She cried out loudly in orgasm after orgasm. The stranger gruntedloudly as her pussy sent contracting waves around his cock. He pushed all the wayin and began to flood her with hot semen. It was so intense for him he lost hisbalance and they tumbled to the ground.After a minute they hurriedly dressed. Stood, embraced, kissed. "Thank you,"Jane said."No, thank you." They wheeled their bikes to the path and headed off in oppositedirections.She turned her head and called, "What's your name?" But the stranger was alreadytoo far away.
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Ten years later, in the home she shared with Ron and the kids, she lay in the bigbathtub dreamily remembering the only time she had balled a stranger. Janesuddenly became aware that she was frigging her pussy with two fingers of onehand and rubbing her clit up and down and around with the other. Her hips werehumping against her hand and sloshing water all over the floor.A cool breeze wafted across her. She opened her eyes and Ron was standing in thenow open doorway of the bathroom. He laughed. "I wondered why you were taking solong," he said. "Having a little fun without me?""Er, what time is it?" She gave him a big lusty grin."Don't worry, the kids are already asleep." He stripped off his PJs and got inthe tub facing her. He was already hard from watching her. "Come on baby." Hehelped slide up over and onto to his cock. As she rode him up and down, moaningand groaning, she imagined the whirring of bicycle tires....Copyright ©1998 by SIC

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