Outdoors, Unexpected
I knew Adrian was staring at my arse. I suppose that was his forward view, basically. My butt propped high in the air pushed out, my gluteus maximus defined by pulsating thigh work. From behind, I presented as posterior and a fair bit uninhibited and un-lady, grunting as I really exerted myself. He probably enjoyed that. My two well-rounded back spheres worked very hard in the immediate instance. My arse was basically assisting me in my ever-upward quest. Hard work but nicely exhilarating.
Mountain biking is a demanding but exciting pursuit.
My rump rose high off the seat as my legs worked the pedals precisely, and I again lowered the gear ratio on a rugged, tricky, rocky patch of our ascent.
Only my stretched-tight black lycra stopped Adrian from viewing too much personal detail between my legs and surely crashing if he thought about the delight between my cute rear cheeks too much.
I learned not to wear knickers that chaffed a fair while ago when on extended rides. In my pro status quest: it was only lycra and skin and layering on a good spread of chamois cream around my thighs, in my butt crevice and camel toe folds.
Yes, I learnt from experience that my private pleasure diva travelled better on a bike seat, bald.
I guess it's way more of a feely rub and cover for a guy around his private gear with the anti-chaffing cream on a track that will take experienced riders like us three hours to negotiate before our planned lunch break.
I started daydreaming about today's organiser; Richard, Richie, Dick; his cock: easy mental steps.
I missed a bit of fantasy distraction as ultra-competitive Richie, leader of our trio today, was way ahead of Adrian and me. Up to ten minutes ago, I was perving on Richard's butt in front of me on the track. He was now way ahead, showing off and pushing his skills to the limit. He certainly had a fit tush. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on his butt as well as his cock.
I imagined his meat stick thrusting into me. I would grab his tight cheeks and push his body as far and fast into myself as I could force him.
The problem was Rich was engaged, three weeks out from a wedding, and had always only looked at me as a riding companion.
Adrian probably wanted me, but I didn't fancy him at all. It's usually like that; the guy you wish for is focused on another chick, and the guy who wants you, well, you just don't see him as attached to a cock. He's a friend: full stop.
So my coochie lay hidden, shiny and shaved, though currently well-greased. Yet, my girly delight had not received attention recently except for my fingers, and, at present, the only stimulation came from grinding into a bike seat, where my soft parts were occasionally banging on the difficult stretches of the range track we intended to traverse.
As the track suddenly got steeper, windier, narrower and root-knotted, I concentrated on technique.
The path shaped rougher, not because it was hot and dry, the grip was excellent, but because I was really stretched up from my saddle pushing forward. I knew I shouldn't have repaired some small seam loose stitching myself last night, but I had.
No problem until I heard the big rip.
I knew the seam over my butt crack had popped open: full-on lycra failure as I felt fresh air tickle my arsehole.
It was pretty welcome, actually, but super embarrassing.
If Adrian's eyes had been locked on the track and not my arse before the rip, I knew they were not any more. He had the male rider's fantasy as reality, femarse crack poised and pouting, in front of him.
I kept looking ahead for a spot to pause. A patch of more level ground to stop.
I heard Adrian swear behind me and the grating skidding of loose stones as he came to a rough halt. He obviously didn't have his eyes on the track.
I found a reasonable but not ideal spot to park.
It was damage assessment time.
However, I remained concerned enough to look back to see how Adrian faired before checking my awkward rip.
I burst out laughing.
Adrian's pecker flopped loose where he had ripped his lycra. I reckon over stretching to get closer to me on the track, and then came to a grinding rough halt; as a result of watching my arse and not the ground in front of him.
He smiled, half erect and said, "You think you're getting an unexpected eyeful. God, your pink ring winked at me."
Put so expressively, I tried to picture what he had seen of my butt hole and was finally sympathetic to his distraction.
Adrian bent down to check his bike, but his cock was flagpole rising between his legs.
I decided to take a peek between my own legs at the size of my rip. I bent down for a look. It was sizeable, and no doubt plenty more of me had been presented with my arse high off a bike seat.
I looked up to see Adrian checking his bike. The perv had instead been looking at me, checking the tear between my thighs.
Boys' eyes typically stare in one direction.
I actually wasn't doing any better. Adrian had a full erect boner from watching me, and my eyes were naturally drawn to his primed manhood.
"Well, what do we do, just stand here and look at each other?" I eventually said.
"We could use my Swiss Army Knife, Penny, to cut off a sleeve and use it to stuff the gaps," Adrian said usefully.
"Maybe in a few minutes, "I added, "I think there's something else you need to stuff first."
I got naughty and pushed my puffy crinkly pussy flaps out the lycra hole.
Well, Adrian went as stiff as I have ever seen a cock, and even I have to admit it was a damn fine combination; my usually private wet glistening pinkies in the sun on a shiny black lycra background.
You have to love it when the synthetic and the natural world gel.
Adrian didn't even prop his expensive bike. It hit the track just before his fingers hit my pussy, and my tongue hit his mouth, and my hand wrapped around his cock and started tugging his heated meat.
Boy, was he aroused.
I'm just trying to deflect attention from my super-stimulated excitement. I was randy as hell and wanted his dick in me immediately.
My gashy opening released moisture and fabricated intense desire in the same instance. Adrian's cock flexed juicy and ready as his pecker head released a decent smear of precum.
"I want you," he whispered, but I turned around because that lycra hole had a purpose.
"Fuck you, Orrgh, you prick, "I got out as Adrian stabbed hard, then fast and really deep.
Jesus, a girl appreciates even a quick prep, even when wet!
He set up a rapid, intense pumping and thrusting as I nearly overbalanced on the track. My body leaned forward as I held my own legs below my knees to increase the pleasure and depth of his cock angle.
I spread my legs wider, got a secure footing, and grabbed my ankles as low as possible.
Adrian engaged in what was likely to be a male quickie if he didn't pace himself. He was so into himself being in me he wasn't even thinking of my slower but sure orgasm that began to build.
The prick leaked his load into my pussy, and I groaned in total self-satisfaction.
I mean, I felt good, but it was over quick. I lacked the self-indulgent buzz.
Don't get me wrong; my pussy was one happy hole. It had been a while, and it looked like that was it.
My unexpected classic fuck on the track disappeared in a speed finish. Screw cocks having no immediate second wind.
I was about to stand up as Adrian withdrew his softening cock.
Suddenly my pussy got the surprise of its twentieth year. A full girth teasing cunt pleaser. A new cock that was toying around my opening; then in an inch, then two. Nicely very shallow and pressing about and then really filling an already velvety cummed space.
"Bet you like the second one more than the first, eh Penny?"
I recognised Richie.
He must have doubled back, realising we were really lagging behind him.
I was really moaning now, actually way closer to unfeminine grunting. Boy, was my previously nearly satisfied pussy now sensationally happy. My whole body relished the delightful tingles of sweet, sweet, girly orgasmic release.
Rich could tell I mounted into a long, breathtaking climax.
Geez, I was flushed.
I groaned, "orrgh yes, ooh yes, ooh, yes, yes, yes!"
And I would have toppled over if he wasn't holding my hips so powerfully.
I wanted to relax and get my breath back. I wasn't actually thinking Richie wasn't male finished yet.
The dirty dog was way off finished, as he dug one and then a second finger into my cute tight arsehole, lubricating my butt crack with the juices dripping from my sodden coochie.
"Oh fuck…you bastard…yeah…yeah…oh fuck;" was all I managed as I lost my anal virginity, being male mounted, on a mountain bike track.
My body, and especially my pucker ring, was lost in an aroused, startling, tight sensation.
The bastard plugged me really deep with his fat cock, and he just kept the tempo going and going till he told me:
"Babe, I'm going to cream your arse," and he did.
And I was so happy; I just embraced it and loved it.
I didn't feel skanky or dirty with cum dripping out of both my holes. I felt amazed and was in awe of my body for delivering the pleasure goodies. My mind held calm as it realised: girl, you really got all of Rich and everywhere in you, too.
Poor Adrian busied patching his pants. An actual third wheel in the immediate moment.
Richard tore one sleeve off his top and offered it to me to stick inside my lycra shorts.
"It's the best I can offer," he said
"No," I replied, "You have already done way better."
Rich just smiled.
I suggested Adrian take the lead up this section of the trail. He accepted. He needed ego boosting.
Rich looked at me, unsure whether he should move off next, bring up the rear, looking at my rear? Or should he be the gentleman and not look at my prominent wet patch, now stuffed between the torn lycra?
He was getting ready to move off but waited to see what I would do. He left me the option of being in front of or behind him.
The choices were obvious to me, too.
I could pretend to be demure and perv on Richie's bum till our lunch stop or drive Rich insane by poking my arse back in any sexy, tantalising or wriggling way, as close to his face as I could, all the way to the crest of the range.
Well, what do you think I chose to do?