At the end of a long wide and wooded path, probably a 1/2 of a mile long there is a gazebo that looks over the river. It's big and from it you can look back down the path that got you there. Other than the path you are surrounded by swamp for a long way. Because you could see so far down the path one would have several minutes notice before you would actually have company. Had I been alone today, I certainly could have pulled my pants down around my ankles, sat down my tight little ass down on the bench and played with myself.
We had ridden hard all morning, Laura leading because she likes to push it harder than me. Plus I get to watch her body as she cuts through the woods. I love the sweat and the way it adds a sheen to her skin in the sunlight. She knows why I'm behind her and plays it up. Watching Laura pump her ass up and down on her seat as she rides in front of me is awesome!
She borrowed a friend's biking outfit and it couldn't fit better. We had a laugh as Laura zipped the lycra top over her big boobs as we started the day. Tight enough to leave no room for a bra and that was great with me. And it's kind of given in the whole biking scent that shorts beneath the shorts are a no-no.
A new trail had opened since we rode here last and Laura took it, never one to pass on a challenge. And it turned out to be tough. Both of us were glad when we ended up back on the main trail again. After a drink and comment on the trail's toughness we rode on at a slow pace and coasted down the long path that leads to the gazebo. From behind her on our bikes, I filled Laura in on the plan. "We were going to get naked down there on that gazebo," I said firmly. "We are going to fuck out here in nature like you've been talking about wanting to do.
