A deep azure sky accompanied by a light cool breeze is the recipe for a nice summer day. Temperatures were in the 80's with no trace of humidity. Sloane had dropped by my home to say good morning. She was letting Siobahn sleep late. She knew my wife was kayaking, so her visit was safe. I was in the garage tuning up my hybrid bicycle.
"Oh, I see you like to cycle," she said.
"Yes, a friend and I cycle every Friday. We ride 20-25 miles. It is beneficial cardiovascular exercise, and we like riding the rail trails."
"Rail trails, what are those?
"Communities have taken abandoned rail lines and converted them to bike trails. They are paved and relatively flat with little incline. We are by no means Tour de France riders, but more like leisurely sightseers," I explained.
"Sounds like fun. Could we try one today?
"Are you prepared? We wear padded biking shorts, it can be torture on your posterior, I warned. 20-25 miles is a long way if you're not in shape, even if the trail is flat. I'm willing to go if you want to give it a shot. Why not ask Siobahn if she'd like to join us."
"I will do that," she replied.
Sloane went back to the house, and I went in to look for clothing that would be suitable for a ride. I had extra shorts and cycling shirts that they both could use. I knew Siobahn had a bike she never used. With my bikes, we would be all set. I soon got a text from Sloane telling me that both she and Siobahn would love to take in a ride.
I took out cycling jerseys but had no luck finding anything close to appropriate shorts. Nothing is worse than a ride without padding. There was no way I could offer my wife's, so I suspected they might have to go with just shorts.
After attaching my bike rack to the truck, I proceeded to Siobahn's, where I inflated her bike tires and did a safety check to make sure everything was operational. Siobahn met me in the garage, where I gave her cycling jerseys to wear.
Siobahn told me that she used to cycle many years ago before her husband passed. She saved their gear and had the shorts issue covered.
She went back in to change while I strapped her bike to the bike rack. Upon leaving, I was presented with quite a sight. For anyone familiar with cycling, the outfits are form-fitting. Both women looked stunning. In addition, both had decided to go braless — their nipples protruded tantalizingly through their jerseys. It also appeared that they both had gone commando, but I couldn't be sure.
We piled in and drove to the site of a rail trail that I often traverse. It has beautiful scenery, an old converted trestle, and also borders a river. The girls were thrilled.
Off we went. I let both go first as I wanted to make sure both would be ok and to be quite honest, I liked the view. Both filled out the riding apparel wonderfully.
The air smelled fresh, birds were singing, and the ride was progressing better than I had expected. After about 5 miles, Sloane slowed a bit and asked if we could take a break. I said that ahead there was an area to pull off which had a nice view of the river.
We soon stopped and grabbed some water. Sloane said she wanted to rest a bit and enjoy the view. Siobahn was more energetic and wanted to go on. I suggested that she should go on. I would stay with Sloane so she wouldn't be alone.
There was a path worn out to the river. Sloane wondered if it would be ok to walk down to the riverbank. I couldn't see any harm in it. We both walked down. I noticed that Sloane had unzipped her jersey somewhat. When she leaned forward, I got a glimpse of her puffy nipples.
Of course, that got things stirring in my shorts. I wasn't expecting anything of any consequence. We soon got to the riverbank, parked our bikes, and surveyed the beauty before us. It was serene; only the sounds of nature surrounding us.
I sat down against a large oak tree surrounded by lush wild grass. As Sloane stood looking off into the distance, I marveled at her beauty. She was not as gorgeous as Siobahn, but with that form-fitting outfit, her figure was stimulating.
As she stretched her arms above her head, her breasts seem to yearn for freedom, and her camel toe made it quite clear that there was nothing underneath those shorts.
"I'm going to lie down here and relax for a few minutes if that's alright with you," she said.
"Sure, go right ahead."