She was 5’8 in her cycling shoes but it was the legs that stretched to heaven that caught my attention, strong legs but not to heavy or bulky like typical cyclist’ s legs. Firm calves and well-defined thighs ran smoothly into tight buns that filled the Lycra shorts more than adequately. The shorts were tight, cutting into her pubic area. Most men would have killed for her washboard stomach, which was a perfect link to her perky breasts. Her nipples were standing up creating tight little nubs pressing against the wet sweaty fabric of her crop top.
The next time I saw her was in the local bar that evening. I had just moved into a cabin up in the mountains after a messy divorce and it was the first evening that I let myself out with the purpose of getting to know my new neighbourhood and to not sit on my own again. She was waitressing and trying to keep up with a demanding clientele. “What can I get you?” she asked as I slid onto a bar stool at the far end of the counter, “a beer please” I responded which was reciprocated with a smile and a nod. Beer in the hand I started scrutinising the local crowd but my eyes kept drifting back to her. This time she was dressed in a pair of low cut jeans. A tight white t-shirt made her breasts look perfect and her hair was tied back with a bandana. As she bent over to pick up a rag, I noticed her red thong slipping up above the waistband of her jeans and I felt a long forgotten feeling in my crotch “Hi, name’s Monique, you new to the area? She asked as she brought me another beer without me asking. “Yes I replied moved up from the city last weekend”. “You cycle?” she responded. “Yes I do and I believe you do as well, maybe you can show me some tracks sometime?” “It will be my pleasure,” she said as she moved away to serve some other customer. I had dinner and chatted with a couple of the locals and just before I headed home, I arranged to meet Monique the next morning for a ride up to Iron crown, the peak that towers over the village. I got into bed that night thinking about Monique and started stroking myself with the thought my face buried in her pussy lapping up her juices while playing with her clit. I could feel her tight bum in my hand and her nipples pressing against my chest while I slipped into her and filled her with thick cum. We headed up the dirt track and I silently thanked the gods for the training I had done in the preceding months, as the track was steep and deeply rutted in places. This did not seem to bother Monique as she skilfully tracked up and over even the most difficult sections. About half way up the mountain, we hit a Plato, which gave me a bit of a breather and time to admire the view, especially the one in front of me in the Lycra tights. “Race you to the Waterfall” Monique shouted while sprinting ahead. It took all my power to keep up with her and came to a skidding halt just after she dismounted from her bike next to a pool at the bottom of a magnificent waterfall. “I hope you don’t mind but I have to cool of,” said Monique as she started to strip of her kit in front of me. Everything that I imagined was true and better. Monique was in the water splashing around before I could collect myself and I realised that I would have to get into the water soon before she saw my enormous erection, clearly visible through my cycling shorts. Diving into the water, I made sure that I was headed into the direction of my newly founded object of admiration. Coming up and wiping the water from my eyes I focused on Monique in front of me. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me with a force that surprised me. Her tongue explored my mouth and she would bite my bottom lip from time to time. She had one leg around my waist and my throbbing erection was pushed up against her pussy. She slowly started moving up and down using the full length of my dick to masturbate against while exploring my face, neck and chest with her tongue and teeth. My arms went round her waist with my hands on both bum cheeks spreading them.