Chapter 29. Mick L. (April 1995).
What began as an unfortunate accident resulted in a very pleasant experience. It happened in early April, not long after my thirty first birthday.
Driving along a quiet country road I pulled out to overtake a cyclist when a rabbit suddenly scooted across the road in front of me. Instinctively braking and swerving to avoid the rabbit, the rear of my car inadvertently clipped the cyclists front wheel, sending him sprawling onto the grass verge.
Stopping the car I ran back to see if he was alright, apologising profusely.
The guy, though wearing a safety helmet, wasn't dressed the way an aficionado of the sport of cycling would be in as much as wore normal shorts and a t-shirt. He lay on the grass verge untangling his legs from the bike and started shouting, "You stupid cun," his voice breaking off as I drew near.
I repeated my apologies and asked if he was alright.
"My legs a bit sore," he told me, rubbing his right calf. "But at least the bike seems OK."
Probably in his late fifties or early sixties the guy removed his helmet to release a shock of very curly hair, which would once have been black but was now predominately grey. The slim, good looking guy, introduced himself as Mick.
"I'm Sandi," I told him. "Let me give your leg a massage as I'm the cause of your pain."
Squatting, I ran my hands over Mick's calf while he lay back on the grass, soon holding himself up on his elbows from where I surmised he had a good view up my skirt!
After massaging Mick's right calf I transferred my hands to his left, soon moving upwards to his thigh.
"It's good to meet a girl who still wears stockings in these days of tights."
He lay with a grin on his face, Mick's words confirming my earlier thought.