A two-part story of summer bliss
Note: This story does have sex...it just comes near the end. No one under 18 involved.
Every January for the past 15 years I have blocked out the fourth weekend of July to participate in a two hundred mile bike ride to raise money for medical research. Starting at one end of the state and ending at the other, thousands of spandex clad men and women of all ages, shapes and sizes come from all over the country to further the cause.
The event has been going on for almost thirty years and as the fund raising requirements have increased, so has the average age of the riders. Like me, there are lots of alums who make this a focus of their summer, perhaps even of their year. For some it is a calling and year after year you see many of the same faces and name tags. Oddly, these folks seem more familiar when wearing their form fitting uniforms and hair hiding bicycle helmets than when garbed in street clothes.
On this weekend pedaling, traffic and flat tires are everyone's focus. The excitement of the event, the exhaustion of the ride and the essentially no privacy allowed accommodations make anything erotic impossible. Well, mostly.
2005
I first met Julie 5 years ago. She had flown from Oregon to take part in her first major fundraising ride. She was an old and dear friend of Rachel, one of the women that I train with, and had come east both to see her friend and to be with the guy she was dating who was also riding. The mid-summer gods were almost always smiling on this event and once again were promising to bless the weekend with the best weather one could hope for...clear, warm but not hot and low humidity. That afternoon the sun was lazy and had started its trek toward the tree-line and was bathing the area in that familiar warm light before the magic hour between sunset and twilight. As riders we were treated well the entire weekend...the sponsors had set a $3,500 fundraising minimum and they went out of their way to make sure that food and support were in plenty of supply. The night before the ride began the sponsors offered a welcome spread of food and drink for the 1,500 cyclists that would begin their trek the next morning at sunrise. Situated adjacent to a lake, the food venue consisted of rows of tables filled with pastas, breads, fruit, poultry, cookies, water and sports drinks. After taking anything you wanted, you could sit anywhere on the hotel grounds including the many tables set-up underneath a huge outdoor tent.
That year, myself and several compatriots grabbed a table at the edge of the tent so that we could look out at the lake. One might think that because this event required riding two hundred miles over two days that everyone would be in top notch shape. Not true. One of the amazing things one learns about medical fundraisers in general is that most, if not all, of the people who participate in them do so because they know someone who has been impacted by the specific disease that money is being raised for. It could be cancer (take your pick as to which kind), AIDS, MS, Diabetes, ALS, etc. The point is that there are an incredible number of out of shape, even obese, individuals who take part out of love or to honor a memory or because they are a survivor themselves. Those of us who train and train hard have the utmost respect for these individuals because these events are tough even when you are in good shape. But, truth be told, many of these people should never, ever, wear spandex.
A few minutes after we sat down Rachel and Julie strode over, slightly backlit by the weakening afternoon sun. Though totally different in physique, Julie and Rachel belonged in spandex or anything else that they might ever have chosen to wear. That day Rachel looked much the same as she does today. She stood no more than five foot one with a muscular body that put most men to shame. A former competitive in-line skater, her powerful legs rippled with muscle when she walked. Her flat abdomen was the product of a daily regimen of hundreds of crunches and her arms were toned without being large. Her femininity was belied by her breasts which stood proud on her chest with nipples that, as always, seem taut and straining at the fabric that encased them. Her dark chestnut colored hair provided a sharp contrast to her brilliant white teeth and piercing blue eyes making her ever smile more attractive and alluring than it might otherwise have been. Sharp-witted and occasionally evil-tongued, Rachel has always been someone not to be trifled with. But, as she showed that day, she can sure fill out a pair of shorts.
Julie, to whom we had not yet been introduced, could not have been more different. Long-limbed and lithe, she looked to me to be about five foot seven. Her sandy blonde hair cascaded around her face and a few strands fell wistfully over her left eye immediately calling attention to what were two of the most incredible orbs I had ever seen. I instantly thought of Sting's 'Fields of Gold' as I stared at Julie's eyes. Like shimmering pots at the end of the rainbow, her eyes were deep amber flecked with copper points.
"Hey, close your mouth". I heard Rachel's voice but didn't realize that she was talking to me...until I got an elbow from Ken who was sitting next to me.
"Huh" I stammered, trying to look innocent.
"Close your mouth" she repeated. She shot me a knowing look but spared me further embarrassment by adding "I don't want to see what you're eating. Oh, and guys, this is Julie. She came in from the west coast for the ride".
The six guys at the table each introduced ourselves with me going last. "Hi, I'm Jake" I said, managing to look straight into Julie's eyes. "Hi Jake, I'm Julie" and she gave me a smile that radiated warmth. She and Rachel sat down and began eating. Naturally the guys just couldn't help focusing our attention on the newbie and quickly got to the tricky and invasive questions that were on everyone's mind.
'So, Julie, what kind of bike do you ride? Compact or regular cranks? Wheelset? Shimano or Campy components? How many centuries have you ridden this year'? The questions flew at her in rapid succession.
"Man, you guys sure know how to charm a lady" piped in Rachel. "At least make it interesting" she whined. "Mario, how's that new pump of yours, hmm? How many strokes does it take before you fill up what you're pumping? And Jason, I hear you're using a new lube these days...care to tell us what parts you've been making slick? Oh, and Ken, your WIFE told me you were using a new chamois cream...would you like to give us a review?"
"Hey Rachel, you know, I could use some help applying it tomorrow" Ken responded, "Can you swing by the room in the morning"
"Eeww", said Rachel, scrunching her nose and grimacing. "There is absolutely no way I'm going to grease that fat ass for you, pal. I don't even like to touch my own butt".
I had been carefully watching Julie throughout this exchange, still mesmerized by her eyes yet beginning to appreciate how beautiful and well, hot, she was. She sat attentively listening, welcoming the opportunity to refrain from answering questions and to eat her dinner. In her early thirties, never married and with no children, Julie enjoyed the smooth skin of a teenager. She had thin lips that stretched over small, perfect teeth when she smiled. Her face was angular with high, wide cheekbones giving her an almost Native American look. Thin, when she stood she held her head high, with an almost regal air that made her seem taller than she was. She was not well-endowed and her breasts seemed to hide behind the loose pale lime shirt she was wearing that night. She had a small waist that arced into narrow hips. Her legs were strong and athletic, highly toned without being muscular. They stretched into a rear end formed of two round half-moons that begged to be squeezed. I felt myself press my legs together to crush the nascent erection I was getting from just looking at her.
"JAKE", Rachel said in a sing-song tone, waving a hand towards me as she raised her eyebrows and widened her eyes as if to add 'Wake up, you asshole'. "What group are you leaving with tomorrow"?
"Umm, I'll go out with the fast group. What about you and Julie"? I responded.
"I'll be going with you guys" Rachel answered. "Julie will be going slower and riding with her BOYFRIEND. Oh, and by the way, is your wife volunteering again this year"?
