Part 13.
Because of the minute Shawna lost ogling her employee's gorgeous behind, he was already on his bike and riding in a slow circle by the time she got on hers. Which was fine with her. "Where do you want to go before we end up at the bar to meet the Cycle Wear women?"
"I know a good route," he couldn't make eye contact, and he still felt rattled at how horrified he'd been when she pretended like she'd been about to de-pants him in front of the two female pedestrians. "We can ride down some shady streets, and see some cool old houses."
"Lead the way," Shawna said. Tim stood up on the pedals to get a little momentum as he went uphill across the parking lot and out into the street. Shawna happily fell in right behind him, admiring the way the taut muscles in his calves and thighs began working, not to mention the bobbing and flexing of his firm rear.
They rode for about 20 minutes, before finally turning toward the bar. Tim and Shawna were both in good shape, and within a few minutes their heart rates were into a good cardio workout range, and they were warmed up and moving well. Cycling really was a good workout, and the visual treat of watching Tim go through his paces in his revealing clothes was just the icing on the cake for Shawna.
As they neared the bar, Tim became more apprehensive. Even if his employees' reaction to his tight shorts had been less disastrous than he'd feared, he was still far from comfortable. Adding to his nervousness was the professional relationship he'd worked hard to establish with the owners of Cycle Wear. The four of them were attractive women and gifted athletes right around his own age, and he'd taken advantage of his own cycling experience and enthusiasm during his courtship to win them as a client. He'd charmed them when he could, but he'd won their account with his hard work and creative ideas.
He only hoped that the professional respect that he'd won from them wouldn't be compromised by this revealing outfit, which he felt made him look like a desperate exhibitionist!
Shawna interrupted his thoughts by calling out to him. They were approaching a public restroom, and she said, "I just need to make a quick pit stop." Tim rolled past the building, and parked in the shade of a large oak as Shawna got off her bike. "I'll just be a minute," she said, and then put down her kickstand and walked towards the women's room.
Tim watched her walk away, admiring the way the snug shorts gripped her slender thighs, and highlighted the sensuous wiggle of her firm bottom as she retreated. He couldn't deny it: those yellow-and-black cycling shorts certainly showed off an attractive derriere!
As she got into the bathroom, Shawna went straight into a stall, pulled her phone out of her fanny pack, and dialed. "Hello, Sandra? This is Shawna Greene. Tim and I are about 5 minutes out, but I thought I should tell you something before we arrive. It seems I made a small mistake. Tim and I are both wearing your product, but unfortunately, I made a mistake when I ordered Tim's cycling shorts..."
A few minutes later, Shawna came out and strode over to her bike. "Sorry for the delay. Let's ride!"
Tim appreciated the front view that Shawna presented as much as he had the rear view. The tight shirt emphasized the round perkiness of her breasts, and the clingy shorts showed off a very enticing crotch gap.
As she walked past Tim, she caught his quick glance at her breasts, then at her crotch, and back again. She grinned to herself, thinking, "Ogle away, Tim. But remember that turnabout is fair play."
As soon as she was mounted, Shawna got up on the pedals and rocketed out of the parking area. Tim raced after her, entranced at the way her tush stuck out and up, and gyrated as she set an aggressive, racing pace.
While Shawna led Tim to her idea of an ambush, Sandra Olson, CEO of Cycle Wear put her phone away, laughing to herself.
She and her three business partners were sitting outside the bar, in a shady patio area around a wooden table beneath an over-sized umbrella. The patio was open to the street, but the space was bordered by a low brick wall about 3 feet across that doubled as a make-shift, continuing bench to sit on when the place was packed.
The neighborhood bar could seat around 100 people inside, and another 40 or so outside, when the weather was good, as it was today. The bar was half-full, but the outdoor tables were all take, with a few women here and there sitting on the low brick wall. The Cycle Wear ladies had just taken part in a bi-weekly community ride/rolling party, attended mostly by female cyclists from many businesses and civic organizations. As a result, the large crowd at the bar was almost exclusively female.
"What's so funny?" Tammy Anderson asked.
The four women who were partners in Cycle Wear ranged in age from 34 to 36. Tammy and Sarah Anderson were blonde, blue-eyed sisters, both of whom had majored in marketing in college. Gabriela Costa was a petite Latina who majored in accounting. Sandra was a slim brunette who had double-majored in finance and entrepreneurship, and had been an Olympic-level cyclist before a knee injury took those dreams off the table. All four women were attractive, and they'd found it necessary to carefully negotiate the mostly male-dominated world of business, and occasionally use their distracting good looks to their advantage.
After gaining experience in their first jobs after college, their bond of friendship had stayed strong; they had all been serious cyclists, and it had seemed a natural move for them to go into business together as they approached 30.
Cycle-Wear had begun to break even after its second year, and after a couple of years of rapid growth, they had chosen Tim Johnson from a handful of ad company suitors to create their first major marketing push. They'd been impressed by his intelligence and drive, and his good looks hadn't hurt either.
"That was Shawna Greene, Tim Johnson's boss" Sandra said. "She wanted to give me a head's up. She and Tim will be here in a few minutes, to join us for a drink. They're on their bikes, and wearing one of our designs."
"Smart move," Tammy said. "It never hurts to butter up a new client. But why were you laughing?"
Sandra said, "Well, it seems that Shawna accidentally ordered cycling shorts that were too small for Tim."
"That's too bad," Sarah said. "I like the idea of seeing him in one of our designs. So what's he wearing instead?"
Sandra smiled at the other three ladies. "Oh, he's wearing our cycling shorts."
