A couple of months ago I had an experience that I want to share, it sure changed things in my life. I am a 32 year old male, well employed, friendly, well toned body and most people think a fairly sharp mind. While I have had quite a few girlfriends over the years, nothing has panned out for the long term and so I am always on the watch for the right lady.
A few years ago I joined a bicycling club, partly in hopes of meeting some women with interests similar to mine. It turns out that most of the women are either married, in a serious relationship with somebody already or are lesbians. But I like cycling anyway, and so have been fairly active in the club, and gone on lots of rides. These have usually just been day rides - covering 20-50 miles - but there are a few people who like multiple day touring, going for a long weekend (or even more) and carrying gear to camp somewhere overnight. My work schedule hasn't let me participate in tours very often, but this fall I saw an announcement for a ride up in the Santa Cruz mountains over a weekend that I could get away from work for an extra day. I was very busy the days before getting everything I could ahead at work so I could leave without worrying.
Even though the weather was predicted to be good there were only half a dozen people signed up to go. We started on Friday morning, meeting at the home of a married couple, maybe just a little older than I, who had fairly recently joined the club. I had met them on short rides, and they seemed very nice. Not long after I arrived Tracy drove up. She was a long time member, and I had ridden with her and her boyfriend a number of times, though I hadn't seen her on rides for awhile. We went into the house and were talking with Alan and Susan making sure we had all the stuff we would need when the phone rang. Susan went to answer, and returned after a couple of minutes saying that the other two who had signed up were canceling out (some last minute problem) and so we were it... let's go.
The plan was to ride down to BART (the bay area rapid transit train system) and take it across to San Francisco, then ride from there to a state park up in the hills over Santa Cruz. Tracy and I started loading up our bikes, a considerable job since we had to carry food, cooking equipment, sleeping bags, etc. She noticed I had a small tent and commented how light it looked compared to hers, then asked if I would be willing to share so she wouldn't have to carry her heavy one. Of course, trying to be a gentleman, I said sure. I had admired her slim figure in the tight riding shorts (which leave nothing hidden), but given her boyfriend I had no particular hopes for anything more enjoying the ride and her conversation. We coasted down to the station, caught a train quickly and in a little under an hour were at the end of the line in S.F. We rolled the bikes out, mounted up and took off.
Alan and Sue were on their tandem, while Tracy and I had mountain bikes set up for touring. On the first flat stretches we had to chase Alan and Sue, but as we started climbing we pulled a little ahead. We talked a little about the park we were headed for, about how nice the weather had turned out - one of those gorgeous warm late October afternoons, and a little about our jobs. Tracy asked how well I knew Alan and Sue, she hadn't been on rides with them before, and I told her I had only ridden with them a couple of times, and that they seemed very nice. They seemed to be one of those very close couples, smiling at each other and touching a lot. We talked about other club rides and plans, some of the long tours other people had done, and a little about work and how it was hard to get away.
The day went by fast, but there was lots of tiring climbing up to the top of the hills, and then up and down along the ridge. Finally late in the afternoon we reached Big Basin State Park, and found a fantastic camp site - away from most of the others, under the big redwood trees, with two places for tents at one end of it. We unloaded our stuff, and I put up my tent about six or eight feet from the one Alan set up, and then we headed for the showers (a luxury one really enjoys after a sweaty day of riding). I finished first and headed back to the campsite to start dinner. About ten minutes later Tracy walked up, wearing shorts and a T-shirt (and from the bounce as she walked up she had nothing on under it), her hair still wet from the shower but looking very happy and relaxed.
We cooked some pasta and added a great sauce that Sue had made, scarfed it down, then relaxed around a fire drinking tea and talking, and munching chocolate bars. Riding (especially carrying the load of stuff we had) is always tiring, and after the sun set it started cooling off fairly quickly so we washed up and headed for the tents and sleeping bags about 9 o'clock intending to set out early the next morning.
I let Tracy go into the tent first so she could change in private if she wanted to. Alan and Sue said goodnight too and headed for their tent as I crawled in myself after Tracy got settled. It felt good to lie down after a hard day pedaling, and I commented to her that it was nice to be off of the bike - she agreed laughing as she commented that she too was very tired, and that her butt was a little out of shape for long days of riding.
I didn't say anything but thought to myself that from what I had seen I thought her butt was in great shape. Although I was tired, it was quite a bit earlier than I usually go to sleep and I just lay there relaxing and thinking about how sore I might be tomorrow after another day of riding. After quite awhile I was almost asleep when I heard a sort of moan, and given how tight my legs were after a day of riding I thought that Sue or Alan must have a cramp. However about 10 seconds later there was another softer, very sensual moan and giggling that made me rethink the nature of what was going on. They weren't very loud but the sounds continued and it was very quickly clear that Sue and Al were making love.
Well, the few times before I had overheard couples making love it excited me a lot, and this was no exception. As soon as I realized what was going on I felt a growing bulge in my shorts as my cock stiffened, and it didn't take long before it was as hard as it can get. I slowly turned my head toward Tracy to see if she was awake, but her head was turned away from me and I could hear her steady breathing so I figured she was asleep already. In a little while I could hear a rhythmic sound from the next tent as Sue and Al started fucking. I hadn't been with a woman for over a month, and it had been more than a week since I had even masturbated and I couldn't resist - I slowly, quietly slid down my shorts and started stroking my hard cock as I listened to Sue and Al. I was really worried about waking Tracy, and so I held the sleeping bag up with my left arm to keep from making noise as I slid my right hand up and down my penis. I soon felt a drop of precum drip onto my stomach, and I slipped my hand up over the end of my penis to spread it around my shaft. Sue's moans gradually changed to longer low ohhhs and ahhhs, and I could hear the pitch change each time Al plunged into her again. He kept up a nice steady pace which she seemed to be enjoying thoroughly. My heart was beating fast, and my cock felt stiff as a bone and I had to slow down my strokes to keep from shooting too soon. After a few more minutes Sue's moans changed pitch again, becoming higher as she clearly started her orgasm. I could not hold back any more, my balls tightened and I felt a huge spurt of cum shoot up my chest, then another and another. I bit on the edge of my sleeping bag to keep from making any noise as I ejaculated. Al gave a couple of low guttural grunts as he unloaded into Sue, and then things became quiet again. I lay there with my belly and chest all covered with cum holding the sleeping bag over it with my tiring left arm. I managed to reach down and slip my shorts off and wiped up with them, then collapsed into a contented sleep.
The next morning I woke as I felt Tracy get out of her bag. As I opened my eyes she asked if I had had a restful night. I yawned and said I had slept well, hoping she would not see my shorts = cum rag balled up next to the sleeping bag. She left the tent and I got up and got my pants on (sans shorts) and a sweatshirt and went out into the cool morning air. Sue and Al weren't out and about yet, we made tea and had some warm oatmeal and talked a little about the day's ride. A little while later Sue and Al got up, both with big smiles, and joined us. Nobody said anything about the previous night's activities. We gradually packed up, changed into our riding clothes, and took off.
Not far outside of the park we headed down hill, and Sue and Al soon lost us. Once things leveled out Tracy and I rode together and talked. We found we had quite a lot of common interests besides cycling, and she was really good company - nice to talk to as well as look at. Eventually we caught up with Sue and Al and rode with them most of the rest of the day.
