The Young Lady on the Bicycle

My name was Joey Herring, and though I was already well into my 30s, I still couldn't ride a bike.

Recently, I stumbled upon an ad online. A college student was offering bike lessons for extra cash.

In the photo was an alluring, beautiful young woman perched on a bicycle, her long, slender legs drawing the eye.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I booked a session. Before I knew it, the weekend rolled around, and she showed up at the park we had arranged to meet at.

"Hi there. Wendy Dyer's the name, and I'll be teaching you how to ride a bike."

Her pretty face looked just like the one in the photo.

The cycling outfit she wore hugged every curve so tightly that even the area between her legs was clearly defined. Her bust was especially prominent. They were like two balloons testing the limits of her cycling jersey.

My brain completely short-circuited from the sheer sight of her.

I hadn't been with a woman for years, so because of how deprived I was, seeing someone so attractive and captivating standing right next to me was enough to cause something to stir within me.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Joey Herring. Let's get started."

As I shook her hand, all I could think about was how soft and smooth her skin was.

Reluctantly, I let go, and she began teaching me how to ride a bike. "So just put your feet on the pedals, hold the handlebars tight, and keep your eyes forward for now. I'll be right next to you to hold you steady."

I got on the bike, but since I had zero experience, I toppled over the moment I got on.

Wendy tried to hold me up from the side. Alas, her small frame just wasn't up to the task. With a thud, I fell right on top of her.

Half my shoulder bore down on her incredibly supple, springy bust, practically flattening it.

The sensation was so soft and euphoric that my body instantly betrayed me, making my arousal impossible to hide.

"Hey, you're crushing me! Get up, quick!"

She squirmed under me, but I couldn't get up right away because of the bike weighing me down.

Flustered, she parted her legs to try to kick the bike aside, but the lower half of my body ended up slipping right between them.

By sheer coincidence, the bulge in my pants slotted perfectly into the dip in between her legs. She blushed instantly, eyes fixed on me in shock.

Feeling awkward, I scratched my head. "S-Sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."

Instead of getting mad, she looked surprised and even a little impressed. "I didn't expect you to be this hard. You're stiff as a board down there."

Hearing her say that made me feel secretly thrilled. What was more important was that she didn't seem bothered at all. If anything, she even looked a bit excited.

She was undoubtedly the bold type. I should take my time testing the waters later. After we finally got up, Wendy brushed the dust off herself.

The way her backside jiggled as she dusted herself off honestly drove me crazy. I couldn't help blurting out, "Here, let me help you."

I reached out under the pretense of helping, but I was just using the opportunity to cop a feel of her whole rear.

It had been way too long since I'd touched a woman's backside. As the sensation sent a familiar thrill through my body, the bulge in my pants became even more obvious.

What was even crazier was that Wendy even stuck her backside out while soft, sultry moans escaped her lips.