It had been a frustrating Saturday at lab. None of Brian's experiments seemed to be yielding any interesting, or even consistent, results. He shucked off his lab coat and decided to head back to his apartment. But when he got there the thought of staying indoors on this great, unseasonably warm, September day dejected him. Only one thing to do on a day like this.
Within minutes he was on his T-shirt, shorts and riding his bike away from the city. His favorite road led him past Hamden and Petersburg to the coast. He was pedaling harder than usual, sweat pouring down from his dark face when he saw another cyclist up ahead. He could only see her blonde ponytail fluttering in the wind at first, but he slowed down when he was close enough to see more. His eyes locked on her firm ass in her tight, pink biker shorts. On either side of the mid-seam, muscular, round butt cheeks flexed and relaxed as she pedaled hard. Her calf muscles told him she was a regular.
He would have stayed behind her longer, but he could sense rain approaching. This was not because Brian had any special powers; simply the sky had done a quick metamorphosis while he had been staring at the girl's spandex ass.
He overtook her, turning to see smile at her. Her face was concentrating on the effort of pedaling so she barely acknowledged Brian's smile and wave.
"Not the friendly sort," he thought. Her face was mostly red with the exertion, and perspiration was dripping down her neck as well.
The sky was getting darker and the temperatures had noticeably dropped. Brian loved this part of the rain – just before the downpour when the sky is threatening and the earth raises a perfume of desire. Musk, like the aroma of a woman before he wets her with his tongue. The thought of a woman, the blonde cyclist, lying beneath him waiting to be wet had him getting hard in his shorts. He was glad he never wore biker shorts. They looked great on the blondes' ass, but they would need to have great stretch potential to allow for moments when his cock began to rise to its full height.
His erotic thoughts of licking women were interrupted by a flash of lightning and a loud, almost immediate, roll of thunder. Within seconds the rain was down hard upon him. He rode on for a while, but the water was now running down his forehead and falling into his eyes. His long eyelashes caught the rain like a water web, making it hard for him to see. His clothes were soaked through by the time he reached the deserted one-room hut where he sometimes took a pit stop.
He stripped off his drenched T-shirt and considered removing his shorts also, but he found that he liked the wet feel on his groin. Suddenly the door opened and he saw the blonde biker walk in – completely soaked to the skin.
'Fuckin' rain ..shit, , my one day off and it friggin' rains on me," she cursed before she noticed Brian there. She stopped and looked at him. By then, he had been looking at her for what seemed an eternity. Her hair was pasted against her scalp and face, and more noticeably, white T-shirt was totally transparent with her nipples forming bullets as they chilled.
"Hey, did not see you there. Mind if I get dry here?" Brian just nodded, still staring at her firm breasts on which he could now see the outline of the dark skin around her nipples.
"You don't say much, which is fine with me. I hate men who chatter. Damn I am soaked!" She grabbed the bottom hem of her T-shirt and removed it and placed it next to Brian's T-shirt by the closed window. He was arrested by the simple observation that her sports bra, while covering her boobs well, was also white, and was now also semi-transparent. Her nipples, a deeper shade of pink, were large and straining against the material. They were the perfect topping for her incredibly well supported tits. She followed his obvious gaze to her chest and noticed the failure of her clothing to reveal anything.
