As winters hold on the area eased and an early spring brought forth its warmer days and bountiful blooms and leaves, I transitioned from my inside workouts to an evening bike ride. I much preferred a good hard thirty minute ride down the winding paved trail, with its parallel stream and shrubbery to look at, to riding my stationary bike in the workout room.
Calling it a paved trail is a bit of a misnomer. While the city calls it a walking and biking path, it's really a five foot wide concrete sidewalk that winds for miles alongside and across a winding stream bed. The "green space" is an important magnet for those who don't love the concrete jungle and it's a wonderful place to stroll, jog, or in my case, ride. I can drive to a parking area, unload my bike, and then ride any number of lengths of the trail as my desire and strength return.
It was a long and painful winter, spent trying to recover from a torn-up shoulder. The doc explicitly forbade exercise that would in any way strain my arm or shoulder, so riding the stationary bike was my only exercise. Even then, over exertion would cause me to breathe heavily which proved to be painful. It was almost six months before all the muscles and tendons had healed and I was once again allowed to exercise. In that time my fifty year old body had started turning into just that, an out of shape old man.
It was now June and I was finally pulling my weight back down toward the one-eighty mark and my body started to actually feel in shape. My workout consisted of a dozen pushups, thirty or so sit ups and then thirty minutes on my bike or elliptical. I much preferred riding a nice seven mile loop for my thirty minute workout, enjoying the green scenery as well as some of the younger female scenery.
That's how I saw her; riding her ten speed in a set of spandex shorts and a sports bra, both soaked with sweat in the near ninety degree heat. I guessed that she was late thirties to early forties, but her body was lean and trim. She looked like she exercised quite regularly. As she eased her bike past me on a gentle curve I could see the sweat running down her face from under her riding helmet; trickling down her neck from under her blond hair, which swung back and forth in a pony tail that was doubled up to keep it off her back.
She was hot, and no I don't mean just sweaty hot. I watched her butt and legs pumping like crazy for almost a half a mile as we climbed the long, steep grade along one stretch of trail, and then caught her looking back to see if I was still there as we coasted down the other side of the hill where the trail met up with the winding creek bottom again.
For the next two weeks it seemed like we hit the same stretch of trail at the same time, one of the two of us passing the other or on some occasions, flip flopping as we rode at almost the same average speed. I couldn't help but notice her wedding ring, as I was sure she had to have seen mine. It didn't seem to matter though, since we hadn't even talked, just kind of eyed each other as we rode.
When I woke up that morning I had no idea that today was going to be different, and different it was. I hit the trail at my usual spot and started riding, expecting to see "bike girl", as I had started calling her. But I didn't see her. Usually by now she had come down this way, turned around at the five mile marker and was heading back. I guessed I had missed her, just a bit of bad timing. I was tempted to stop and wait a bit, something I admit I had done a few times if I was running a few minutes early. I made it a point to be at the four mile marker at exactly seven forty five, which had worked pretty well so far. Today....not so good.
With the thought she wasn't coming today I took off; riding down my loop and working up a sweat. I passed the three mile mark and wound my way toward the two when I saw her. Not on her bike, but walking it.
"Hey. You ok?" I asked as I braked and drew to a stop next to her.
"Oh, hi. Yeah. Just a damn flat." She said disgustedly.
I swung off my bike and started walking along with her. "Pain in the butt. That's the only good thing about a stationary bike, no flats."
"Yeah, but there isn't much scenery either." She added.
"Nope. Or beautiful women to ogle over." I said with a grin.
I looked over and saw her blushing slightly as she walked. "I wouldn't call what I look like this way very beautiful."
"Oh...You know what they say. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
She blushed a bit more at that comment. "Not particularly good smelling either. Just sweat and dirt." She said, crinkling up her nose.
"Yeah, I probably reek." I told her.
"Oh I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about me. I can't smell too good right about now."
"Ahhh. Well, some guys are turned on by sweaty women."
"They are?"
"Uh huh." I said with a grin.
"And let me guess. You're one of those?"
"Could be." I said with a shrug.
"Why in God's name would you be turned on by sweaty woman? I mean we're slimy and sticky and smell bad."
"Yeah. That's one way to look at it." I answered with a chuckle.
"You mean there's another way?"
"Oh yeah. Where you see disgusting sweat I see a little bead of sweat collecting and slowly running down between your full round breasts, trickling down between them and then running down your stomach. A wet drip to be used to draw circles on your firm stomach before blowing across it to chill it and make you shiver." I said, looking sideways to see what kind of a reaction I got.
She walked along, staring at me in silence, her jaw hanging partly open in surprise.
"Well... Hosed that one." I thought to myself.
"You know. I don't think I've ever heard sweating described as a sexual act, but you certainly made it sound like one." She said with a little frown on her face.
"Sorry." I said quietly, hoping that she didn't decide that I was trying to verbally molest her.
"Oh, it's ok. Just caught a bit off guard. It was kind of interesting to hear." She said after a few more moments of quiet. "I guess I'm a little surprised that a guy would find a sweaty body sexy."
"Oh very sexy! I love to play with sweaty breasts. I'd hook my fingers under the front of your bra and pull it up until it was hooked over the tops of both breasts. I'd start kissing slowly around your breasts, planting soft wet kisses around and around your soft breasts, following each kiss with a little lick and then a soft gentle breath to cool it. I'd taste your salty sweat as I work my kisses closer and closer to your hard nipples before finally running my tongue around and around each one before sucking them into my mouth and flicking my tongue back and forth across 'em." I said quietly, not wanting anyone else walking or running by to hear what I just said.
She walked along silently, staring straight ahead, not saying a word for almost a quarter of a mile. "Damn. You sound as good as a romance novel." She finally answered quietly. "I bet you could get almost any woman turned on with that silver tongue."
"Glad you liked it. Can I include you in that any woman category?" I asked with a little sigh of relief.
"Maybe. You know you haven't even seen my breasts, so how do you know you'd want to suck my nipples? I got the distinct impression you were talking about sucking MY nipples. You were, weren't you?"
"Well." I said hesitantly. Yeah, I was."
"Sounds like you've been playing the fantasy game." She said without looking at me.
I guess I've tried to visualize what you'd look like out of those sports bra's you wear."
"Oh really?" She asked, looking over at me curiously.
"Maybe a little." I said with a shrug.
She looked me and down while we walked, her eyes finally settling on my shorts before looking back forward and grinning. "Looks like a whole lot more than little to me."
I looked down and saw my shorts tented out by my hard cock and blushed a little at the obviousness of my hard on.
"So tell me. What else do you like about sweaty women besides their sweaty tits?" She asked, looking at me out of the corner of her eye and clearly trying to suppress a smile.
"Gee. Let's see. I love how slippery your skin would be. I'd stand in front of you, your tits pressing against my chest, and slide my hands down your sides, letting my fingers gently tease until they reached the top of your shorts. I'd slide my thumbs into the waistband and start pushing down, slowly peeling the spandex down and exposing more and more of your sexy skin. I wouldn't stop pushing until I had them peeled down to your knees, which would leave you completely naked from above your sexy tits all the way down to your thighs. I'd start caressing you, sliding my fingers up your thighs to your stomach and back down again, tracing four gentle lines with each hand, and just pressing hard enough to make little dimples at my fingertips. I'd keep stroking up and down, each time moving slightly farther between your thighs until my fingertips rubbed right along your soft pussy, sliding on your sweaty skin and teasing the edges of your sexy lips."
"Mmmmmmm that does sound kind of sexy. You do seem to like to tease a woman's body." She said, looking straight along the path again and not at me.
"Oh yeah, and I haven't even gotten to sliding my fingers between your soft lips and letting it bounce over your hard exposed clit." I said softly, not wanting the runner passing us to overhear my comment.
"Uhhhh, I think you better stop there." She said with a surprised little choke.
"You don't like the idea?" I asked quietly.
She looked over at me and lifted her left hand, wiggling her fingers to make sure I saw the ring on her hand.
"Uh huh. I saw. Doesn't mean I can't flirt." I answered, feeling a little deflated at her sudden change in reaction.
