I never thought I'd be one to have an affair, growing up with strict family values, but circumstances led me into the arms of another woman.
Yesterday, I was taking a bicycle ride as I normally do 4 days per week. About 3 miles into the 20 mile trip, I came around a corner and noticed a novice with long brown hair waving in the wind. She was wearing jeans and a white ruffled sleeve shirt so I assumed she was just out for a stroll rather than exercise like me.
As I went past her, she said, "Hey!"
At first it registered as nothing more than politeness but then I realized the tone was meant to get my attention instead. I hit my brakes and turned around to see what she wanted. She was very attractive with a sloped nose and bright green eyes, a strong jaw line and a nice chin.
I approached and said, "Hey."
She asked, "Is there anything to do in this area?
I told her no, that there was a small town about 5 miles west of here. I added, "Unless you fish or swim, this is pretty much it."
She proceeded to tell me she was here with her brother and his girlfriend and she was tired of hanging out at the pool at the campground and sitting around. She asked if I would mind her riding with me for a bit.
I thought for a split second that I wanted to ride my normal speed but I could not turn away such a beauty. "Sure, let's roll," I said.
We started making small talk, exchanged names, hers was Sondra, mine is Dave of course, and she eventually asked if I was married. I never wore a ring and I liked the flirting we were doing so I answered no, thinking it harmless. I felt as if this was going to end up just a casual conversation anyway.
About a mile down the road, I turned onto a back road that I normally ride to get some extra mileage in. It was a much smaller infrequently traveled road with trees growing over and even some bushes growing out into the road. She mentioned it was really secluded.
She stopped suddenly and I right after her.
Sondra said, "Hey, where does this go?"
I had never noticed this little trail through the woods that had grabbed her attention.
She said, "Let's see what's down here."
I agreed and locked our bikes to a tree a few yards into the trail. Eventually we came to an opening with a picnic table by a creek. The creek was about 30 feet wide with water as clear as can be. The picnic table was well worn but it didn't look like anyone had been down here in a long time. The whole scenario had my head swimming with lust, seeing her walk down the trail in her torn jeans and hair swinging around. I knew what I wanted but knew I did not want to cross that line between fantasy and reality.
We stood by the edge of the creek and talked a little more about whatever we felt like and all of a sudden she said, "I want to go swimming here."
I rebutted with, "But we'll get our clothes all wet."
She replied, "Not if we take them off first."
I swallowed, nearly choked, and said, "I have to confess, I am married and I might be getting in over my head."
She replied with a nice smile, "My husband would not like it either but he's the one that was supposed to be here, not on business in Canada. Come on, I dare you!"
I decided as long as we don't touch, I would not be guilty, but I wanted to touch her so badly.
I said, "Ok, after you."
She started to unbutton her jeans and I just stood there at first, just staring at her. I finally gathered myself and starting untying my shoes and slipping them and my socks off. By the time I looked back up, she was slipping into the water naked. I caught a glimpse of her from behind and she had a nice heart shaped ass with tan lines from a thong up across the lower back.
