After dinner, Sammi said to her husband, "Ron, watch the kids while I take a
bath." She slipped out of her sweaty clothes in the upstairs bathroom and ran a
tub of just perfect warm water in the large old-fashioned cast-iron white enamel
tub. It was big enough for two. Ron and she had played in the bath more than
once.
Sammi eased herself into the big tub. Her muscles unknotted and relaxed in the
warm water. Her skin turned ruddy - such a delicious feeling. She soaped herself
with lavender-scented soap and washed off the sweat and dirt from her adventure
in the forest earlier that day.
She sunk neck-deep into the warm water, relaxed further, and slipped into a
reverie. With a big grin she remembered her afternoon lovemaking with her
brother-in-law Jacob beside the trail in the forest.
Sammi had always been faithful to Ron and still couldn't believe she had been
that naughty. She felt a little guilty. But she lay in the soothing bath feeling
delightfully, deliciously, thoroughly, completely, absolutely fucked - the best
in a long time.
Sammi hadn't been that naughty, she thought, since ten years ago as
twenty-one-year old college student. She languidly ran her hands over her
breasts
and between her legs as she remembered that bike ride back one college day.
*******
Back then Sammi attended Loyola University. She loved the classical looking
buildings of the downtown Chicago campus - flutes and columns and gargoyles.
Cars, buses, bicycles, pedestrians filled the busy city streets around the
campus. She loved to stand outside and feel the rush of traffic around her and
to
look at the soaring buildings - old and new - of Chicago's Loop.
What a difference from the small farm town in Central Illinois where she grew
up.
Sammi's parents hadn't wanted to send their innocent small town girl off to the
big city. She convinced them because an older friend from town went to Loyola.
Her parents couldn't know, but Sammi wasn't so innocent. As a high school
cheerleader, she had discovered handsome, muscular jock boyfriends were a lot of
fun - in a variety of places, positions and erotic adventures.
Sammi woke up one Saturday morning in her dorm room. Her senior year had only
just started and she didn't have a boyfriend - what a drag. It must have been
the
dream; she woke up horny. "Damn, I wish I had a boyfriend," she thought. Sammi
liked 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.
Images
of cute guys and tight butts, muscular arms and hairy chests, long legs and nice
hard cocks filled her head. With her hands, she rubbed herself all over. It only
took a few minutes for her to give herself what she thought of as a "fast-food
finger fuck" - appeases the craving, but doesn't really satisfy the appetite.
Sammi's moans and shouts woke Janet, a young women in an adjacent dorm room. The
sounds coming through the wall excited Janet, so she pulled down her pajama
bottoms and began to play with herself too. Janet's groaning, added to Sammi's
noises, woke more people up.
The girls with overnight boyfriends began a nice brisk morning fuck; the other
girls masturbated. Soon the whole dorm floor sounded like the primate house at
the Lincoln Park Zoo - grunts and groans, wails and howls. This tempted Sammi to
do herself again, but, hell, she was always horny.
She pulled on a pair of skintight black cycling shorts - the kind that supported
her tummy, thighs and ass and pressed tightly against her crotch. Just pulling
on
the tight shorts aroused Sammi again. "What am I going to do?" she thought. "Wack
off a hundred times today?" Damn, she wished she had a boyfriend.
She decided to wear the cycling jersey without a bra. The silky material rubbed
against her breasts and nipples in way she really...liked. She felt very sexy in
her cycling outfit. She gathered her long auburn hair into a ponytail and put an
elastic band around it. Checked herself in the mirror. Liked what she saw.
Sammi put on her helmet and fingerless biking-gloves, rolled her bicycle to the
elevator, out the door and then headed out into the Chicago hum. Her bike was a
mean, lean machine. Shimano gears and derailleur, center-pull brakes and special
crank set, custom post and saddle, special handlebars.
Sammi 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 her
bike.
Guys turned as she wheeled by. They weren't checking out her Shimanos. Her
pretty
face, long auburn ponytail, rounded hips, nice ass, her long, tan, toned legs
and
just buff enough arms, the way her breasts strained against her jersey, made
every guy between fourteen and sixty think about....
Sammi 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
the
crazy Chicago drivers. Finally the asphalt path, sixteen miles, that lead past
parks, soccer and softball fields, beaches - and the cool, deep blue waters of
Lake Michigan. She headed north through the last of the downtown. Since she
lived
midway along the path, her round trip would be about fifteen miles.
Joggers and walkers, cyclists and skaters filled the pathway. She pumped and
worked her way up the gears to a good pace - dodging all the traffic. Sun on her
face, lake air rippling on her skin, blood coursing through her body, deep full
breaths - "Ahhhh!" Sammi yelled for the joy of it - like a kid.
She really pumped hard - sprinted. Up off the saddle, muscles straining, breath
heaving, sweating, wind in her face - speeding - flying along. And then she
slowly worked her way back down the gears. Let herself coast along. Felt that
warm rush of endorphins through her body.
And then, wham! She was aware of the saddle rubbing her inner thighs, the tight
shorts pulling at her hips, butt, legs, crotch, the jersey stimulating her
breasts and hardening nipples. My god, she was so aroused she thought she would
hump her bicycle right there!
"PFFTTT!" Clatter. Flat tire. Damn. Braked. Jumped off. Pushed bike to side of
path. Inspected. Thank god the rim was okay. Sammi took the tire off its fork
with the quick-release lever and got out her tool kit. She scrambled around
inside 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 all
back together again. Helpless. Hopeless. Really pissed.
Sammi tried to wave down a couple of cyclists to see if they had levers. But
Chicago being Chicago, they ignored her and rode by. Then she saw a vision take
shape in the distant haze - a serious, hardcore cyclist on a $2,000 bicycle. The
heavily 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 tire
levers - and more, she giggled to herself.
"Need help?"
"No tire levers." She shrugged her shoulders and held up her open palms. They
pushed the bikes out of the dirt by the busy path and into a clump of bushes
about twenty-five feet away. Skillfully they set to work fixing the tire. Arms
grazed. Thighs touched. He thought how he would like to ask her out for a drink,
but they were headed in opposite directions. Sammi thought about how she might
get 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. Sammi was lost in sort of an erotic haze.
She couldn't believe what she did next. Her toolkit "accidentally" tumbled to
the
ground in front of him. She got down on her knees to get it and was eye level
with a pleasing bulge in his tight bicycling shorts.
He gasped as Sammi slid his shorts down his hips. She took his cock in her hand
and put the tip in her lips. He stiffened immediately and couldn't believe his
luck. Sammi thought, a stranger, a total stranger. But she wrapped a hand around
his shaft and cupped his balls with her other hand. Her mouth bobbed wetly up
and
down on his nicely big and thick cock.
He tensed. Sammi 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 their
shorts. Sammi knelt and clutched a strong branch in front of her. With her other
hand, she guided the stranger's prick to the opening of her pussy. She was so
wet
he popped right inside. Sammi frantically fingered her clit while the stranger
played with her tits and plunged in and out. As he pumped in and out and she
pushed back against him, their loins made a lewd slapping sound.
She was so hot for cock - it had been almost six months - she exploded almost
immediately. She cried out loudly in orgasm after orgasm. The stranger grunted
loudly as her pussy sent contracting waves around his cock. He pushed all the
way
in and began to flood her with hot semen. It was so intense for him he lost his
balance and they tumbled to the ground.
After a minute they hurriedly dressed. Stood, embraced, kissed. "Thank you,"
Sammi said.
"No, thank you." They wheeled their bikes to the path and headed off in opposite
directions.
She turned her head and called, "What's your name?" But the stranger was already
too far away.
*******
Ten years later, in the home she shared with Ron and the kids, she lay in the
big
bathtub dreamily remembering the only time she had balled a stranger. Sammi
suddenly became aware that she was frigging her pussy with two fingers of one
hand and rubbing her clit up and down and around with the other. Her hips were
humping 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 the
now open doorway of the bathroom. He laughed. "I wondered why you were taking so
long," 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 in
the tub facing her. He was already hard from watching her. "Come on baby." He
helped slide up over and onto to his cock. As she rode him up and down, moaning
and groaning, she imagined the whirring of bicycle tires....
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