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 I ride my bike down city streets, the rush of the traffic and the wind blowing against my back. I love it when it's really windy, the cold air brushing against my breasts, hardening my nipples and pulling my small t-shirt tight against my chest. The excitement of bike riding is just one of the few pleasures that I can enjoy by myself, everyday, no matter what. The rush of riding next to speeding cars, and the thrill of barely making it across the intersection do wonders for my libido. I pedal faster, harder, my muscles tense and my senses heighten. I am aware of everything around me, from the sound of a slow moving bus behind me to the man just about to step off the curb. My body begins to sweat and I love the feel of my shirt growing wet against my back. The bike seat itself is another matter. I can practically get myself off just by leaning forward, my body resting on the handlebars, my pussy on the edge of the triangle point. I head straight towards bumps in the road, flying over them at high speeds so my seat rams into my groin.  My boyfriend is the one who got me into bikes. It wasn't that hard as I watched him come home every evening, sweaty and in shape, still full of energy after a long day at work. I loved watching him get excited about his bike, he would clean it and work on it with loving care.It's such a turn on watching a man gently rub and shine his prized possession, I would wait patiently for him to finish, each stroke he would make with the cloth quickening my breath. I wanted him to rub me as clean and shiny as his bike. When we started riding together I would get excited watching him ride in the middle of the street, daring traffic. He seemed unstoppable. It drove me wild. He pushed me faster and harder just to keep up with him, always at the end of a ride I felt driven to my limits. One day we rode from our house to the beach to the Golden Gate Bridge. It's a long ride, and by the time we got there I was pretty worn out. We found a secluded spot in the woods, flopped down our bikes and lay next to them. Both of us were breathing heavily, looking up at the sun filtering through the tops of the sweet smelling eucalyptus trees. I reached over and placed my hand on his head, rubbing the fuzzy shortness of his cropped cut. He rolled over and looked at me. I could see him staring down at my oversized tits outlined by my sweaty t-shirt. Slowly he reached over and ran one hand down the side of my body. My already rushed breath quickened as his fingers outlined my shape, beginning at my breast and traveling down to linger above my waist. I turned towards him but he gently pushed me back. Propping himself up on his elbow he continued working his other hand around my body. I closed my eyes as I felt him lift up my soaking shirt. He pushed aside my bra and traced the outline of my nipple with his tongue. I could feel it harden and my pulse was racing even harder then it ever had been on the bike.  He followed the tiny trail of hair that led down to my crotch, each little kiss, nibble and lick sending chills of ecstasy through my spine. He unbuttoned my pants and continued with his teasing, kissing me all around the lines of my trimmed bush. I reached for him but he pushed my hands away. He pulled off my shorts and began lightly circling the soft inside of my thighs. Shaking with desire I raised my pelvis, I could see the wet spot forming on my panties but he choose to ignore it. Concentrating instead on the soft form of erotic prolonging he had chosen."Please," I begged, "Just touch me." He looked at me, eyes gleaming. "I'm not stopping you from touching anything," his tone was suggestive and I read what he wanted in his look. I reached down and slid my hand into my panties. I was hot and already oozing with juices. I spread the lips of my pussy and coated my fingers with the sticky liquid, then I brought my hand up and began rubbing the hardened nub of my own clit. He looked surprised that I had actually followed his suggestion but more then that he looked happy. I could see the bulge growing in his shorts and wanted it inside of me. Closing my eyes I imagined what it would feel like when he finally entered me with his big, swollen dick. I rubbed myself harder and faster, my hips bucking and my leg muscles tensing. I was about to climax and wanted to make sure he was paying attention; the fact that I was masturbating in front of him was driving me wild. When I opened my eyes he was laying on me, face at my pussy, ready to eat.  As he came down on me I let out a scream. I thought I was going to explode when suddenly I felt something cold, hard and slender being inserted in me. It was the bike pump. Small enough to fit on the frame of his bike, but large enough to fill up my hot, aching cunt. I continued playing with myself as he drew it in and out, faster and harder, the coldness evaporating with the heat of my lips. I felt the muscles of my pussy clench and a ball of fire burst within me. I climaxed, dazed and shaking.He crawled up and kissed me on the lips, probing his tongue deep down my throat. I could taste myself in his mouth and that only made me hotter. Quickly I slid beneath him, pulling off his shorts in one smooth motion. His stiff cock sprang out and I captured it with my mouth. Expertly I began circling his head with my tongue and massaging his heavy balls with my hand. He began releasing guttural groans as I took the entire shaft into my mouth; slowly I began licking the top, only to carefully bring it down my throat until my nose was nestled in his hair. As I drew his huge cock in and out of my mouth I gently flicked the underside of his shaft with my tongue. I fucked him with my face, deeper and deeper. He pushed my head into his stomach, and this only made me suck harder. I didn't want to let him off without him giving me a good pussy fuck, so I pushed him over and straddled him. He lifted me up and set me down right on his rock hard cock. A flash of light exploded in my brain as he rammed into me. I leaned over so my hard breasts were bouncing in his face and he was spreading and tugging his fingers in the flesh of my ass. I fucked him harder and faster then I ever had in my life until he lifted me off of him, and I could feel his hot, sticky cum exploding all over my ass. We lay there for a while and watched the sunset, worn out from a day of bike riding and passionate love. It's no wonder I love my bike so much, it brings back heated memories of intense pleasure, and every time we use the pump, I can't help but giggle.
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