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Ride Me, Baby! Ch. 01

By: rachlou



"So, Louise, what made you sign up for a two hundred and fifty mile charity bicycle ride to Amsterdam?" 

Hmm...insanity?

The radio presenter's voice was as smooth as chocolate and for a moment Louise found herself drifting off on an erotic fantasy involving him and a can of whipped cream. Then she remembered she was live on her local radio station and it might be a good idea to answer the damned question.

"Well, Nick, I guess I'm doing it for the challenge!" That and because I figured it would be an excellent way of getting over my dickhead ex boyfriend, she added venomously. "Marie Curie Cancer Care is a very worthy charity and we're hoping to collect as much sponsorship money as possible!"

"What's your target, Louise?" 

"Ten thousand pounds!" 

"Wow! That's a huge amount!" 

You're not kidding there, mate! "If any of your listeners want to sponsor us, they can visit the website..." Louise dutifully gave out the URL of the web page Gary had set up for the ride and before she knew it, her moment of fame was over. The latest boy-band track began to play while Nick thanked her for her time and then she was ignominiously cut off. 

"Gee thanks, Nick!" she muttered as his cheesy radio show continued broadcasting across the airwaves. Well, that was it - she had done her bit for publicity now and apart from a photo shoot for the local rag in two days time, all that remained was more cycling and training. 

With D-Day less than two weeks away, she had to admit she was starting to feel rather excited about the whole event. She and her bike were fit as a fiddle and she had even acquired several pairs of padded cycling shorts to alleviate any possible discomfort. All that remained was to pray for decent weather and the four days would be a breeze. 

"Earth to Louise?" Her boss's voice abruptly cut through her thoughts, nearly causing her to knock the half empty mug of coffee all over her keyboard. 

"Ahem, sorry, Mr Foster! I just did an interview for Minstrel FM..." 

"Well that's great -- but do you think you can finish the invoices now?" Mr Foster appeared less than impressed at her new celeb status and Louise hurriedly tidied the pile of paperwork on her desk into a more organised state. 

"Yeah, don't worry, I'm on it!" She grinned cheerfully and hoped that he wouldn't make her stay late again. She really needed to do a session down at the gym after missing her workout for the last two nights. 

"Good. I'll look forward to seeing the drafts on my desk by five o'clock." He gave her a hard stare before walking out of the office. 

Oh fuck, she thought. At this rate I'll still be here at eight o'clock. She knew from bitter experience that rough drafts always came back covered in umpteen red pen marks. It wasn't as if she was deliberately careless; she was just not good with the minor details. She sometimes wondered if maybe she would be far better suited in another line of work. 

Lap dancing perhaps? 

Maybe the bike ride would give her the opportunity to think more clearly. Or maybe it would just tire her out so damned much she wouldn't have the energy to think at all. That was probably the most ideal scenario.

"Want another coffee?" Sally asked as she sauntered in on her unfeasibly high stilettos while Louise collapsed on her desk with an expression of woe.

"Oh yeah -- make it a black one -- I need the caffeine!"

Sally chuckled as she took in the debris all over her friend's desk. "Gotten behind a little?" she chided, knowing how disorganised Louise was at the best of times. 

"Hmm, just slightly, and now Mr Foster is on my case big time!" She rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Oh don't sweat it. He's leaving early tonight and he won't be in for the next two days. Family funeral I hear."

That's a relief, thought Louise. This meant she wouldn't need to break her neck finishing the invoices. 

"Hey, I heard you on the radio!" Sally grinned. "You sounded ace!"

"Really?" Louise wasn't all that convinced about sounding ace, but as long as she hadn't come across like a total idiot, then it was okay.

"Yeah, really! Malcolm in accounts was practically drooling at every word you spoke." Sally leant forward confidentially and winked. "In fact," she revealed in a whisper, "I think your husky voice actually gave him a hard-on!" 

"Oh you're such a bitch!" Louise grabbed her ruler and whacked the other girl across the arm.

"Ouch!" Sally yelled in outrage as she jumped back, rubbing the red patch on her arm. "That hurt!"

Then she grinned naughtily again. "If you go and ask him now, I bet he'll definitely sponsor you!"

"Yes he might, but it's the payback that worries me!" 

They both grimaced at the thought of lecherous Malcolm expecting something in return for his cash. No charity in the world was worth that kind of commitment. 

"Right, coffee-time!" Sally picked up the Louise's mug and threw the cold dregs into the Palm pot by the door. It was no wonder the poor thing looked so sick all the time; it was slowly being overdosed on caffeine. 

Louise returned her attention to the office expenses with a sigh. Time was ticking on and if she didn't get her backside into gear, she'd miss the gym yet again.

* * *

The place was half empty when she finally keyed in the entry code and walked through the door. It was kind of late to be arriving, but she knew that missing another session was likely to be fatal for her fitness levels. Unfortunately, running between Mr Foster's office and the photocopier could hardly be considered a cardio workout. 

A couple of heavily tanned blokes were energetically running on the treadmills but Louise resolutely ignored them. She plugged her i-pod into her ear and headed for a bike to do a warm up. Soon her favourite tracks were washing over her as her body broke out in a sweat. All the crap of her working day slowly drowned on a surge of endorphins and she began to enjoy herself. 

By the time she had finished a five-kilometre run, she looked around and realised that, much to her surprise, the place was empty. She hadn't realised how late it was and she hurriedly headed to the water cooler for a drink. It was definitely time to go home and eat something -- now she had finished her workout she was starving!

Tucking a few stray tendrils of long blonde hair behind her ear, she drank the cold water and closed her eyes momentarily. Her body felt pleasantly tired, but it was a good feeling. Pizza or pasta, she mused silently, still listening to her music. Yep, pasta with pesto sauce sounded good. Lots of cheese - yum! 

"Good workout?" asked a deep male voice in her ear.

Louise jumped and pulled out the earpiece from her i-pod. "Sorry?" she replied in confusion. One of the gym staff was standing beside her, his brown eyes twinkling in amusement. 

"I asked if you had a good workout!" he repeated with a grin. Louise felt suddenly flustered, horribly aware that her face was bright red and her tee shirt was damp with perspiration. 

"Erm yeah, great, thanks," she said through gritted teeth, wishing like hell that she was one of those amazing women who actually looked sexy after a strenuous workout.

"Excellent," the man smiled. He poured himself a cup of water and looked speculatively at her for a moment. "Did you know we offer sports massages as part of our service?" 

Louise glanced at the clock on the wall; it was late. Did he not have somewhere to go? "No, I didn't," she replied rather irritably.

"Yes, it's an added extra we've recently introduced." He grinned disarmingly and pointed to a poster on the wall behind the water cooler. Sure enough, in large letters, Sports Massage available with qualified masseuse -- Paolo Di Marco. 

"I'm Paolo, by the way," the man explained. Somehow Louise wasn't surprised to hear this. With his olive complexion and devastating eyes, the guy had to be foreign. She wondered if he was Italian...or maybe Spanish... Hell, either of those nationalities would do -- she wasn't fussy!

"Hi, I'm Louise." They smiled politely at each other before she drank the rest of the water and glanced at her watch. "Is this place closing shortly?" she asked, conscious that they seemed to be the last people in here.

"Not for another hour. Don't worry -- you don't need to rush off." Paolo's voice was laden with promise and Louise began to wonder what other services he offered. 

"So...how do I get a massage?" she asked brightly.

"You just ask me." Paolo took a step closer. Louise felt her pulse begin to race again, only this time it had nothing to do with the treadmill. 

"How much does it cost?" 

"The first consultation is free," Paolo explained helpfully, all the while standing within breathing distance and making Louise feel hotter than ever. "I use the first session as a way of devising a treatment plan. We look at all your problem areas and assess what needs doing."

It was amazing how the man could make the most innocuous words sound like foreplay, she mused in admiration. 

"But I don't think I have any problem areas?" 

"No tension or...aches at all?"

Louise thought about it. Oh she was feeling tense all right -- just not from her recent workout. "Not exactly..." she said cagily. 

"Are you sure?" His voice was silkily smooth and Louise could feel herself beginning to slip under his Latin spell. 

"Well...err...maybe some," she conceded reluctantly, hoping against hope that he couldn't tell how turned on she was becoming.

"A perfect candidate then!" he beamed with enthusiasm. "Since the gym is quiet, how about your free consultation right now?"

Louise could think of no good reason to decline such a tempting offer. Hunger had been relegated into the farthest recesses of her mind and her libido was firmly in control. "Okay," she agreed recklessly.

Paolo turned and pointed towards a door on the far side of the room. "If you'd like to make yourself comfortable in there, I'll be with you shortly. I need you to strip down to your underwear please -- you'll find a towelling robe behind the door."

What?! She had to get NAKED? Well, practically NAKED! Times like this she wished she'd put some more attractive underwear on. Racking her brains she tried desperately to remember which knickers she'd dragged on this morning. 

* * *

Louise felt rather self-conscious as she sat on the edge of the table and waited for Paolo. It was a small room, tastefully decorated with neutral tones and mood lighting. From somewhere, faint music played in the background. Evidently it was all meant to promote a relaxing ambience, but unfortunately it wasn't working for Louise. The towelling robe was far too big and kept gaping open at the front and she felt extremely nervous, but at least she had a decent set of lingerie on.

She heard a discreet knock. "Can I come in?" asked Paolo through the door. 

"Yeah, sure, I'm okay." Actually she wasn't okay, but hopefully she soon would be.

Paolo entered the room and locked the door behind him. "Just so we aren't disturbed," he explained reassuringly. "Now if you'd like to remove the robe and lie down on your tummy, I'll begin."

Louise stood up and reluctantly removed the robe. She noticed Paolo checking out her body before she sat back on the table and lay down as directed. 

"You have a lovely slim figure," he commented appreciatively, his eyes flicking across her petite body lasciviously. 

"Thank you," replied Louise shyly. Thank God for all those hours spent in the gym recently! 

She rested her head on the rolled up towel and closed her eyes, trying to accustom her mind around the idea of a massage from a very sexy man. When she felt the first gentle touch on her shoulders, she couldn't help but flinch helplessly.

"Relax," urged Paolo soothingly. 

He began to knead the tense muscles in her shoulders skilfully and, despite her misgivings, she slowly started to enjoy it. There was no doubt about it; he had very talented hands. Gradually his fingers moved down her sides, occasionally edging beneath her body. 

All the tension of the day gently eased away with her muscles succumbing to Paolo's magical fingers. After ten minutes she was almost asleep; blissfully lulled into a soporific state. When his fingers brushed her inner thighs, the touch was so fleeting that she almost failed to notice it. 

"I need you to part your legs further," he instructed softly.

Alarm bells began to ring and Louise lifted her head reluctantly. "Why?" she asked suspiciously. 

"To enable me to work on your quadriceps," he said smoothly.

It sounded so perfectly reasonable, she immediately felt silly for doubting his motives. Lowering her head again, she spread her legs further as his strong hands begin to work on her thighs. A slow warm feeling spread through her veins as his fingers manipulated the muscles. 

This was utter bliss. 

Then his fingers encroached nearer the apex of her thighs and the slow warm feeling spread deeper. Unwillingly she began to feel more than a little aroused by the sensation. Her pussy moistened as he moved his attention to her buttocks. "I can feel some tension," he said softly.

"Must be the five-kilometre run I did earlier," she squeaked, frantically willing her body to stop responding to Paolo's hands. But it was no use; a faint groan escaped as he fleetingly slipped his hands between her taut thighs. 

"Are you okay?" he asked solicitously.

"Erm...yeah," she managed to spit out eventually. Oh this is too good, she thought desperately. 

"Can you turn over now?" he asked after a few moments. "I need to work on your front."

Louise hoped her cheeks weren't bright red as she turned over awkwardly. The towel he had given her was draped over her breasts and she held onto it for dear life. 

"Can I ask if it would be possible for you to remove your bra?" he asked.

"Why?" Hold on a minute, he never mentioned this at the start!

"It is easier for me to work on your shoulders and upper chest. I would hate to get oil on your underwear." Once again, the sheer reasonableness of his request overrode any doubts she had. 

"Okay, I guess I could do that..."

Great!" he smiled. "I'll just turn my back and you can use that towel to cover yourself up." 

He turned away and Louise swiftly unclasped her bra, dropping it on the table. She pulled the towel back over her breasts and lay back down. "Okay, I'm ready now," she said nervously. 

"Now close your eyes and just relax again. Soon you'll be feeling a million dollars," Paolo promised soothingly.

He moved behind her and began to work on her shoulders, kneading and squeezing the flesh rhythmically. Louise had to admit he knew what he was doing. Her arms went limp at her side and she stopped gripping on to the towel after a while. When he pushed it lower, she didn't have the energy to protest. 

His oily fingers stroked the insides of her arms, inadvertently brushing the curves of her breasts. She felt herself tense up slightly, but he immediately reassured her with a soft, "Relax!"

The towel slid even lower and her nipples were almost exposed. Louise knew she really ought to be protesting by now -- surely this couldn't be part of the service -- but it felt so good, she couldn't bring herself to speak out. His fingers moved lower down her ribcage and then slid back up around the underside of her breasts. 

Helplessly she arched her back slightly, subconsciously tilting her breasts towards his hands in an unspoken invitation. With her eyes still closed, she was dimly aware of the towel being pulled away. Before she had a chance to react, his hands were squeezing her flesh and rubbing her hard nipples. 

She moaned out loud, helplessly responding to the sexual stimulation. Oh god, it had been too long! She suddenly realised just how much she had missed this as she heard him move around the table. When she felt a hot wet mouth tugging on one aching nipple, she finally opened her eyes. "Paolo!" she gasped. 

He raised his head and stared at her for a moment, his eyes black in the dimly lit room. "Sorry, but you're so sexy," he said by way of explanation and not looking in the least bit sorry.

Louise knew she really ought to be screaming the place down and threatening to sue for sexual harassment, but the fact she was enjoying this immensely, prevented her. When she considered her options, she realised that she had no desire to call a halt. "Kiss me," she said finally and the chance to walk away was lost.

He obliged immediately, his tongue plunging into her mouth at around the same time his hand slipped back between her thighs. This time he didn't waste time on her quadriceps; he moved right onto the area that needed more direct attention. Skilful fingers stroked the aching centre of her body and she felt the heat rise swiftly. 

Writhing around on the table, she was lost on a sea of desire and all conscious thoughts and doubts were miraculously erased. It may have been wrong to allow Paolo to touch her in this way, but she was damned if she could stop him now. There was a lot to be said for alternative therapy as an aid to relaxation!

When his fingers pushed the gusset of her knickers to one side, she moaned. The pressure building was incredibly intense; she didn't think she had ever been this aroused before. Certainly Kevin had never had this incendiary effect on her body. Mostly he had left her cold when it came to sex.

Knowledgeable fingers explored her wet flesh and she began to tremble helplessly. Paolo broke away from her mouth and began to kiss a pathway down her neck. His tongue flicked the crest of her nipple and she grasped his head, pulling him closer. "Please..." she muttered incoherently. 

"Please what?" he asked with amusement. When she failed to answer, he pushed two fingers inside her aching pussy and said, "Is this what you need?"

"Oh yes!" she gasped. She raised her hips and he began to slide his fingers in and out in a slow sensuous rhythm as he sucked her breast. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum..."

His thumb rubbed her clit and she felt her body topple on the edge of an orgasm. For a few blinding seconds, she felt weightless, suspended in a cloud of pleasure. Then the wave hit her hard and blissful contractions racked her body as Paolo continued to pay homage to her body.

Eventually she could stand no more and she reluctantly pushed him away. "Oh that was wonderful," she sighed, feeling limp and sated. 

"All part of my service!" Paolo grinned, a huge smile lighting up his face. Then he shifted slightly uncomfortably and she looked down to see a huge bulge at his crotch.

"Oh I'm sorry, what about you?" she asked guiltily. 

"I'm fine," he assured her. "This was all about you!" He passed her a towel and she sat up, beginning to feel a little embarrassed at her intense reaction now that the aftershocks were fading. She was also surprised to realise just how tired she was. The thought of her bed was incredibly welcoming. 

"Thank you, Paolo! That was the best massage I've ever had!" 

"Non problemo, any time you want another one, just find me and I will sort you out." He grinned at her, his dark eyes crinkling attractively. "In fact if you need anything at all, just ask..." his voice trailed off suggestively and she had a sudden idea. 

"Actually, since you mentioned it, I'm doing a long-distance charity bike ride -- would you like to sponsor me?" 

Ride Me, Baby! Ch. 02



"Gather round, ladies!" Gary's voice rang out across the car park and all the excited chatter began to die down. "We need to take some publicity pictures, so could you all take your bikes and stand in a semi-circle by the hedge over there? Our celebrity guest, Lance Clarke, is arriving shortly and he'll be joining the photo shoot too!" 

Louise's ears pricked up. Lance Clarke was an actor from one of her favourite soaps and she was dying to meet him in the flesh. The tabloids were always full of stories about his alleged wrong doings and he was fairly high profile. Fortunately, because he was a patron of their designated charity, he had deigned to be there for the big departure. 

Just as they all lined up with their bikes for the local newspaper photographer, Lance Clarke duly arrived driving a sporty cabriolet. Twenty pairs of curious eyes stared as he screeched to a halt and opened the door. He was talking on his cell phone as he strode towards them. "Yes, darling, I'm aware of that," he said loudly. "You know what rubbish the tabloids publish these days. I assure you it wasn't me leaving that club in Soho." 

Everyone listened agog as the conversation rang out in the clear morning air.

"No, darling, I would never do that to you..." There was a long pause before Lance continued through gritted teeth. 

"A villa in Mauritius?" He frowned. "I suppose I can try and take the time off...look, babe, I gotta go -- doing a charity gig here and lots of folk waiting for me. Mwah!" The phone was flipped shut and he approached the group, his lean frame snugly decked out in Yves Saint Laurent and his bleached teeth smiling brilliantly.

"Hello, ladies!" he grinned as he stood before them and checked out all the tight lycra shorts on offer. "Well this is certainly a pleasure!"

Louise wasn't so sure. He reeked of expensive aftershave and up close his face clearly showed signs of ravage. 

"Lance! Fab to have you here!" beamed Gary, his ubiquitous smile firmly in place. 

Lance held out a hand with a large Rolex watch gleaming on his wrist. "It's my pleasure. I like to help lovely ladies enjoy a ride!" A few indiscreet titters broke out amongst the group and Louise rolled her eyes.

"Is he for real?" asked a tall woman standing behind her. 

Louise laughed. "I know!" she grinned, "Does he love himself or what! I'm Louise by the way, what's your name?"

"I'm Gillian." The woman grinned back and took a step closer. "Have you done much training for this?" 

Louise thought for a moment and wondered whether Paolo's massage could be considered as a workout. "Quite a lot really. You?"

"Yep -- I do triathlons for fun -- but judging from some of the conversations this morning, not everyone has."

They both rolled their eyes as they thought about the potential 5mph pace resulting from unfit cyclists. "Oh well, we'll have fun regardless," Louise said finally. "I dunno about you but I'm only going for the night out in Amsterdam."

"Too fucking right!" Gillian looked rather excited at the prospect. 

"Re-group ladies!" Gary yelled. "Lance is going to join us for some pictures!" 

The women gathered round in a semi-circle again with the oily Lance centre stage just the way he liked. Louise couldn't help but notice that his hand was firmly on the backside of one of the younger girls and his eyes were staring down her top as opposed to looking at the camera.

"EDAM!" shouted Gary and they dutifully smiled. They managed several pictures before Lance lost interest. 

"Ooh Lance, can I have your autograph for my Nan?" squealed Rebecca, a young student from the local University.

"Sure thing, darling!" Lance puffed out his chest and flashed a thousand kilowatt smile at her. "How about walking over to my car and I'll even sign a special photo for you!"

"Wow! That's ace!" Rebecca was clearly star-struck at the prospect of a cheesy photo of Lance Clarke. She jogged after him, her large tits wobbling within her tight sports tee shirt while the rest of the group gathered round Gary for a quick discussion about the day's itinerary.

Gary glanced after Rebecca and turned to Louise with a frown. "Could you ask her to hurry up?" he asked. "Time's ticking on and I need to tell you all some important stuff before we set off."

"Sure, Gary," Louise nodded. She walked across the asphalt, wondering where Lance and Rebecca had disappeared to. The sound of voices drew her attention to a large bush beside Lance's sleek car.

"Just come round here, darling," Lance was saying in a low voice. "Now lean over so I can use your delectable little backside as a surface to write on!"

"Ooh Lance! You're so naughty!" Rebecca giggled loudly.

"Keep it down, darling!" he hissed. "Don't want the hordes following!"

Louise felt her blood boiling as she listened to the exchange. What a louse! She crept round the car carefully to see exactly what his sordid little game was.

Lance was resting a photograph on Rebecca's bottom as he quickly scrawled his name across it. "Whom shall I dedicate it to?" he asked as an afterthought. 

"My Nan, Irene," squeaked Rebecca. "She'll be stoked when she sees it!"

"No problem, darling. I love my fans!" Lance grinned and added a few kisses onto the signature for good measure. "Now what can I do for you, darling?" he asked as Rebecca stood up again. "Do you want a memento too?" He winked lecherously.

The girl blushed again. "Don't know what you mean, Lance!" she giggled.

"How about a little kiss?" Lance grinned. 

Rebecca's face lit up like Christmas. "Ooh Lance!" she gushed. "My mates will never believe me when I tell 'em I've snogged that famous bloke off the telly!"

"No, I'm sure they wouldn't!" 

Louise nearly laughed; she figured Lance was hoping that would be the case. After all, he needed another tabloid kiss-and-tell frenzy like he needed a guest spot on the Jerry Springer Show. Any more rumoured shenanigans and his girlfriend would probably castrate him. 

"Come here, darling, and let Lance show you what a real man is like!" He yanked her towards him and her muffled protest was smothered when he thrust his tongue down her throat. Her large breasts rubbed against his expensive silk shirt and he was soon groping them, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands. After a few seconds, he pulled away and stared at her contemplatively. "That's a little unfair, darling," he frowned.

"What, Lance?" She suddenly looked frightened to death, her cheeks all pink and flushed and her lips swollen.

"Now you've given me a huge hard-on and I have to go back over and talk to these nice people." 

Louise's eyes were immediately drawn towards to the bulge in his expensive trousers. Not that huge, she thought dryly.

"I'm sorry, Lance," murmured Rebecca apologetically. "I didn't mean to..."

"Well - what are you going to do about it?" His voice was stern and Louise saw that Rebecca was beginning to tremble slightly. Oh hell, she needed to stop this right now before it got out of hand. Her cell phone suddenly began to vibrate in her pocket, indicating a call and she walked away, silently cursing.

It was her mother. Louise grumbled crossly as she reluctantly answered the call. She tried to concentrate on what her mother was saying, but it was difficult when thoughts of what Lance could be doing kept interrupting their conversation. When she eventually wound up the chat, she felt sure she had heard a faint groaning and immediately jogged round the side of the car.

"Lance!" she said brightly with a suspicious glance at Rebecca. "Gary needs us all back so he can go over a few things."

"Sure, no problem," grinned Lance effusively. "I'm just giving Rebecca here a signed photo." 

Rebecca was wiping something nasty off her face with a tissue and Louise wondered what the hell Lance Clarke had done in the time they'd been out of sight. Whatever it was, it looked dubious. She narrowed her eyes and vowed to quiz the girl later. Men like that needed a Government Health Warning stamping on their dicks.

"Come on, Rebecca, Gary needs us." The girl straightened her tee shirt and nodded demurely. She grabbed her precious photo and followed Louise back across the car park while Lance answered yet another call on his cell phone.

Louise reached Gary just as a silver car appeared at the entrance to the car park and skidded to a halt by the fence with a screech of tyres. On the roof a bicycle was firmly secured and as Louise watched curiously, a tall, stocky man jumped out. She wondered idly if it was the other ride guide, Rick. So far he had been conspicuously absent although she'd seen Gary talking on his cell phone to someone earlier.

The guy looked rather nice and Louise only realised she was staring when he suddenly caught her eye and smiled. She blushed and smiled back, feeling rather silly for going all gooey eyed over a man. 

"He looks alright!" commented Gillian with a smirk. "Pity I have a boyfriend."

"Who is he?" asked Louise.

"Rick, the second ride guide I think?"

The girls feigned disinterest as Rick lifted his bike down. Their lecherous ogling was rudely interrupted when they were called over for a final group chat. 

"Now then ladies," Gary announced, "My partner in crime, Rick, has finally managed to turn up for the ride so we'll be setting off shortly. Please could you all make sure your bags are in the support vehicle and that you have your passports available for when we check in on the ferry." Quite a few women began to frantically root through their bags in search of errant passports. 

"Rick, get over here and say hello!" 

The man Louise had watched unloading his bicycle, strode towards them with a rueful grin. "Hi, everyone!" he smiled. "Sorry I'm late -- I forgot to bring my key for the bike lock and had to rush back home for it."

They all laughed. "But I'm here now!" His face turned more serious. "I'll be riding at the back of the group, keeping any stragglers going and making sure we don't lose anybody en route. If you have any problems, give either myself, or Gary, a shout. We're here to make this ride fun and we would hate for you to be struggling alone. Okay?"

Everyone nodded as Gillian whispered softly in Louise's ear, "He can help me with a problem anytime he likes!" 

Louise tried hard to keep a straight face, but a faint giggle unwittingly escaped and she saw Rick glance at her sharply. Fortunately, Lance Clark waving his hand in the air soon distracted him. 

"I gotta go, ladies!" Lance yelled loudly. "Hello! Magazine are doing a piece and I need to jump on a plane to London."

Yeah right, thought Louise cattily. Checking into rehab for sex addiction was a more likely scenario.

"No probs, Lance, we're thrilled that you could make it," said Gary gratefully, shaking Lance's hand firmly.

"I hope you ladies enjoy your ride!" Lance beamed as he began to back off. He saw Rebecca gesturing at him but he studiously ignored her hopeful smile and shot off towards his car, cell phone once again fixed firmly to his ear. 

With one last cheerful wave, he had driven off out of sight and they all began to assemble with their bikes. 

"Right!" Gary announced, "It's time to set off! Big smiles as we cycle down the road -- the press photographer is going to take some more shots as we leave and we'll be in Thursday's edition."

With a loud beeping of horns, the group set off en masse full of excitement. It was only two hundred and fifty miles to Amsterdam. What could possibly go wrong?

* * *

It had been a long day by the time they reached the ferry terminal. Several riders were complaining of sore backsides and Louise was very hungry. She was dying for a shower and a meal; not necessarily in that order. 

"Passports, ladies!" shouted Gary over the noise of idling engines at the ferry check-in. Everyone handed them over and eventually cabin keys and bike tags were handed out. The group cycled up the steep ramp on to the ferry and wearily entered the bowels of the ship. 

"What cabin number do you have?" asked Gillian when she secured her bike beside Louise's. 

"Erm, let me look," Louise said, peering at the card she'd been given. "Deck 8, cabin 1045. How about you?"

"Same deck, but different cabin," Gillian frowned. "Oh great - I wonder who I'm bunking with? It better not be that annoying cow, Alicia!"

They sniggered and glanced across towards the support car. Alicia was already making sure nobody mishandled her designer baggage. Whilst everyone else had managed to pack all their essentials in one small bag, she had felt the need to bring two, no doubt full to the brim with shoes, hair-irons and makeup. 

"Well apart from her, I'm not too fussed who I share with," said Gillian. "It would be nice to bunk up with Rick though!" 

"Join the back of the queue," grinned Louise. They turned and looked back towards the car as Alicia and her peroxide, Barbie doll friend, Cindy, simpered and giggled as Rick helped them with their bags.

"God, women like that give our gender a bad name!" Gillian muttered.

Louise nodded in agreement; Gillian was absolutely right. "Come on," she sighed. "Let's go find our cabins and see who we're sharing with."

* * *

Louise pushed the key card into the slot and peered at the light. It remained frustratingly red and the door refused to open. "Bloody thing!" she muttered crossly.

"Hey there, I think we're sharing with you!" 

She turned round to see two tall blonde women. "Hi, I'm Louise. Wanna try your key? Mine isn't working for some reason."

"I'm Sonya and this is my friend, Brigitte." Sonya pulled her key card out of her pocket as Louise stepped aside.

She couldn't help but notice that the two women were very alike. "Are you two sisters?" she asked curiously.

Sonya pushed her key card into the lock and it worked first time. "No, we're just good friends." The two smiled at each other briefly and Louise suddenly had a sense that they were rather closer than 'just good friends'.

The three women walked into the cramped cabin with their bags. "Wow, it's really spacious!" marvelled Louise in disbelief. There was hardly room to swing a cat. With a sigh she threw her bag on one of the bunks and flopped down. 

She needed a shower but it suddenly seemed like more effort than she was capable of. Cycling in the hot sun all day had been surprisingly hard. Her legs were fine, but her body felt weary. "Wake me up when you've finished in the bathroom," she said sleepily as her eyes closed.

* * *

By the time Louise stood on the upper deck wishing Leonardo Di Caprio was with her, she felt miraculously revived again. The three-course dinner washed down with several vodka's had certainly done the trick. 

It was a warm, balmy night and the sea rolled gently as the huge ship powered onwards towards Rotterdam while up above stars twinkled brightly in the inky sky. There were very few people out on deck at this late hour; most of the ride group had elected to dance in the 'Diva Lounge' to the latest disco sounds. Louise had left Gillian with Sam and Natasha, their new best friends. 

The noise and smoke had suddenly began to irritate her and she had decided to take a dose of fresh air in the hope that it would make her feel sleepy enough for bed. So far it wasn't working. 

The breeze wafted her hair around her face and she closed her eyes, inhaling the salty aroma. "I wish I was Kate Winslet", she muttered to herself. 

"I think you look fine as you are," replied a male voice.

Louise spun round, startled. Rick stood behind her, the remains of a pint of beer in one hand.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said, unsure of what else to say. Suddenly she felt horribly shy. 

Rick smiled enigmatically and joined her at the railings. "It's lovely out here at night," he commented. "Well, unless there's a force ten gale blowing!"

"How are you enjoying the ride so far?" he continued politely.

"Oh it's been great!" she grinned. Now that the conversation had returned to neutral territory, she relaxed again. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow -- Holland is beautiful."

"Yep, it is," said Rick. "Tomorrow's the longest ride though," he warned her. His gaze dropped down her body fleetingly before returning to her face. "But I think you'll cope!" He smiled warmly and once again Louise felt a spark of attraction but she stamped on it firmly. Men were the last thing she needed on this ride -- she was here to enjoy herself and unsuitable dalliances were definitely not on her agenda.

"I'm sure I will," she replied politely. "Right, I'm off to bed. See you in the morning!" She swiftly downed the dregs of her vodka and shot off like a scalded cat, leaving Rick staring after her curiously.

* * *

It was semi-dark in the cabin when Louise awoke. Moonlight shone through the small port-hole and she peered blearily at her watch, trying to work out what time it was. That it was late was all she was certain of. 

Her roommates had still been up when she came back at eleven thirty and she must have fallen asleep waiting for them to return. She listened for a moment to try and ascertain whether they were in bed, asleep. Faint noises made her peer carefully over the side of her bunk.

As her eyes grew accustomed to the dim light, she realised that somebody was moving in the bottom bunk opposite her. Sonya was half lying on top of Brigitte with her hand buried between the other woman's legs, murmuring in her ear.

Louise was both shocked and unbearably turned on at the erotic spectacle.

She tried to move without alerting the women to the fact she was awake. Fortunately they seemed rather engrossed in each other and although the light was scarce, Louise watched, mesmerised, as the two women kissed sensuously. 

Sonya's hand moved gently between the other woman's thighs and her lips trailed light kisses down Brigitte's neck. Louise could hear Brigitte's harsh breathing and she guessed she was close to orgasm. Her own fingers slid between her legs in an attempt to quell the ache and she found herself slick with wetness.

She watched as Sonya took a pert breast in her mouth and sucked, pulling the nipple between her lips and laving it with her tongue. Louise felt her own nipples rubbing teasingly against the silk of her slip; how she wished that it were her breasts being played with. Brigitte reached out to caress Sonya's rounded breasts and stroked them as they writhed together on the narrow bunk. 

"Cum for me, baby," Louise heard Sonya mutter softly as she increased the rhythm of her caresses. With a sudden gasp Brigitte froze rigid as her orgasm broke over her and Sonya pulled her close, kissing her hard. 

Louise rubbed her own pussy furiously, feeling the creamy wetness of her arousal flooding out down her thighs. It took no time at all for a shattering climax to wash over her body in a wave of sharp pleasure. She bit her lip in an effort to quell the noise she might have made. When she had recovered her senses again, she looked carefully over the edge of the bunk and saw the two women snuggled up together quietly, kissing affectionately. 

Suddenly she was deeply envious of their obvious closeness and she wished she had someone to cuddle up to. Loneliness sent a sharp pang through her and the orgasm she had enjoyed seemed a rather empty one now. 

This was the first time she found herself missing Kevin. He may have been a cheating bastard, but at least he was there. Maybe being single isn't all it's cracked up to be, she thought miserably. 

It took her ages to fall back to sleep.



Ride Me, Baby! Ch. 03



The tannoy announcement that it was morning woke Louise from a deep sleep. Yawning heavily she opened her eyes and struggled to recall where in the hell she was. A gentle rocking movement soon reminded her she was on board a ship and she hesitantly glanced over the edge of her bunk, half expecting to see Sonya and Brigitte curled up together.

Much to her surprise, Sonya was alone in her bunk and Brigitte was in the other bunk beneath. Maybe the whole memory of the two women making love was a product of her over active imagination. God, she really needed to get laid soon if so!

Her bladder reminded her that she had drunk one too many vodka's last night and she reluctantly crawled out from under the thin blanket and climbed down the narrow ladder to dash into the bathroom. When she re-emerged, the other two women had woken up and were chatting quietly.

"What time did you two come back last night?" Louise asked curiously as she stood before the small vanity mirror and gazed with dismay at her dishevelled reflection.

Brigitte yawned heavily. "Late! We got chatting to some Dutch bikers in the bar because Sonya fancied one of them." She giggled and Sonya looked horrified.

"Ha! He fancied ME more like! I'll give him ten out of ten for trying though." She pulled a face and staggered into the bathroom.

"He was quite cute really," whispered Brigitte. "She just doesn't go for men."

Hmm, maybe it wasn't a dream then!

"Nope, me neither," commented Louise sadly.

Brigitte looked surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah I've had enough of them – they're all wankers."

"Oh I see! You've just had enough temporarily. Can't say I blame you – I was married for a while and I vowed never to go there again." She shuddered.

Sonya reappeared and looked at her watch. "Come on we need to go eat some breakfast."

Louise's stomach agreed. She was starving again and given the long distance they were cycling today, she was going to need lots of fuel. The last thing she wanted was to arrive in Amsterdam too late to go out – that would be truly tragic!

* * *

The sky was clear when they cycled off the ferry and made their way through passport control. In the far distance huge windmills could be seen on the horizon, generating power from the wind blowing off the sea. Louise couldn't help feeling excited about being on foreign soil for the first time in ages and she wasn't the only one.

Everybody was in high spirits again, despite the tiredness and aching muscles from yesterday. It seemed that they were all looking forward to a night out in Amsterdam. Even Alicia had stopped moaning about her sore backside – although Louise couldn't help remarking to Gillian that the woman had ample enough padding. 

"Ooh, bitchy!" giggled Gillian with a smirk. "So did you bump into Rick on the deck last night?"

"Why are you asking?" Louise said suspiciously.

Gillian tried to look innocent - and failed miserably. "Oh maybe he saw you leave the bar and asked where you were going..."

"And you told him? Why??" 

"Just giving you a helping hand!" 

"I don't need help thanks! And I don't need any romantic entanglements either!"

"Who said anything about romance? I was thinking more along the lines of a fuck!"

Louise sighed. She had to admit the idea was attractive in many ways, but she was loath to get involved with anyone she had to spend time with for the next three days. After all, what if he turned out to be a crap lay? How embarrassing would that be? It would be rather difficult to avoid him when they were forced to cycle together for so many miles!

"Nope, as much as he is rather fanciable," she conceded reluctantly, "I can't go there."

Gillian glanced over towards where Rick stood, deep in conversation with Gary. They both saw Alicia sidle over, wiggling her hips and thrusting her boobs out. "You know what?" said Gillian. "I doubt you'd get a look in anyway!"

* * *

By the time the group stopped for lunch around midday, the sun was scorching hot. Gary led them down towards a picturesque lake with a café and picnic area. It was like an oasis in the desert and Louise was more than ready for a break. Her water bottle was virtually empty and she really needed a cold drink with ice cubes in it. 

"Okay, ladies, you have one hour before we set off again. Meet back here at one o'clock, please," announced Gary as they began to disperse in search of food, drinks and toilets.

It was rather stuffy inside the main café building when they ventured in. Part of the terrace was covered with a glass roof and this created something of a greenhouse effect. It was certainly not somewhere Louise felt like spending too much time, so they ordered some food and drinks and decided to take them back down to the lake to eat. 

On the water's edge, it was much cooler. Louise took her shoes off and trailed her feet in the gently lapping waves. It was heavenly after the heat of the morning and she lay back on the damp sand and closed her eyes against the glare, waiting for Gillian to fetch her lunch.

"Wake up!" 

Gillian's voice startled Louise and she realised she must have dozed off momentarily. 

"I'd put some sun cream on if I were you," her friend advised sagely, flopping down beside her with a tuna sandwich. 

Louise glanced down and saw to her dismay she was beginning to burn. The exposed skin above her vest top had turned hot pink in the short time she'd been lying down. "Oh great," she muttered. "I better go and fetch my factor twenty."

She reluctantly stood up and jogged back over to her locked bike. Pulling the small bottle from her pannier bag, she squeezed some lotion onto her hand and began to rub the thick cream into her skin. She struggled to reach the back of her shoulders and twisted her body in a vain attempt to stretch further. 

"Need a hand?" said a familiar voice. 

Louise spun round to see Rick smiling at her. Why was it that every time she turned round he was there? She was beginning to feel like he was stalking her!

"I think I can manage!" she said crossly.

"No, you've missed a bit," he replied, taking the bottle out of her hand. "Here, let me."

Louise felt like a small child as he began to rub sun cream firmly on to the back of her neck and shoulders. Deciding that resistance was futile, she acquiesced with a sigh and let him. His fingers rubbed her sore skin smoothly and she had to admit it felt rather nice. 

"Turn round," he ordered. "Your nose is burning too."

Oh great! That was going to look dead attractive on a night out – a Rudolph nose was hardly likely to endear her to the opposite sex!

He quickly applied some cream to the tip of her nose and continued down her throat and neck. "Oh dear, you're burning here too," he said with a grin and before Louise could protest, he was rubbing cream into the gentle swell of her upper breasts. 

She glared at him and he smiled innocently. It was on the tip of her tongue to say something nasty, but she suddenly realised that part of her was actually enjoying this. The heat from the sun wasn't the only thing making her hot all of a sudden. 

"There, there, all done!" he said, replacing the lid on the bottle.

For a moment Louise was lost for words. Then she regained her senses and snatched the bottle back. "Thanks!" she said through gritted teeth, before bending to put the offending item back in her panniers. 

When she turned back, Rick was walking away towards some of the other women and she breathed a sigh of relief. That man was dangerous.

"You took your time?" Gillian commented dryly when Louise finally sat back down and picked up her cheese sandwich. 

"Hmm, yeah," she agreed, deciding not to mention Rick and the factor twenty. 

Gillian smirked. "Did you have some help with the sun cream?" she laughed. 

Louise felt herself blush. Oh great. Hopefully nobody else was watching!

"Alicia didn't look all that impressed," continued Gillian. "In fact she looked positively green with envy!"

Immediately Louise felt better. Anything that annoyed Alicia was worth doing repeatedly. "Well she's more than welcome to him," she said firmly.

"Whatever you say..." Gillian replied smugly. She gazed serenely across the expanse of blue water and chewed her sandwich, oblivious to Louise's glare.

* * *

"Good God, if we go much slower we'll stop!" muttered a girl called Sam.

Louise silently agreed with her. Ever since they had carried on with the ride after lunch, it had become apparent that one of the team was struggling. Susie was clearly not as fit as she should have been and her knee was giving her problems. As a result she had started to slow down considerably with each long, hot mile. 

The merciless sun bore down on them as they stopped beside a field of dosing cows. Most people took the opportunity to have a water break and Louise flopped down on the grass verge, rubbing her neck. A few muscles were beginning to twinge slightly from being on her bike for hours and she wished Paolo were here to make it better. In fact she wished Paolo were here for several reasons – not least the fact that she was horny as hell. 

The thought of getting laid was becoming all too pervasive. Despite the fact she was tired and hot, her libido was still more than making its presence felt. Every time she caught a glimpse of Rick and his tanned, muscular legs, she experienced a buzz of heat to her lower regions. It was distracting to say the least, but she absolutely refused to give in to temptation. No, she was stronger than that!

Or at last she hoped she was...

Gary was talking on his mobile phone and Louise could just about hear some of the conversation. It seemed that Susie was going to be collected by Bob in the support car and the rest of them were continuing on to Amsterdam.

"Hallelujah!" Gillian grinned when Louise quietly related what she'd overheard. "Any more of this pace and my bits will go on strike!" She pulled a pained expression and Sonya who was stood beside her grimaced.

"You're not kidding there," she complained. "I'm feeling rather sore myself."

Yep, long distance cycling was pure hell on the female anatomy. Although, thought Louise wryly, there was no doubt that Paolo would know a good cure for that!

"Okay, ladies," announced Gary loudly. Everyone looked towards him and waited for an update. "Susie is having a problem with her knee and we've made the decision to send her in the support vehicle for the rest of the day." He glanced down sympathetically at a tearful Susie who was sat on the pavement looking miserable as hell. 

"Rick is going to stay with her until Bob can get here. Then he'll catch us up – hopefully this won't take too long. In the meantime, my friend Sharon will ride at the back and keep us together as a group. Is everyone okay with this?" 

Everyone nodded. Louise glanced back to see where Rick was, but he was talking to Susie. For a second she experienced a twinge of jealousy. God damn this is ridiculous, she thought crossly. She wasn't even interested in him! Why in the hell was she feeling jealous of the fact that another woman was about to have his undivided attention for the next hour? 

Rick turned round for a fleeting second and caught her staring. He rolled his eyes and grinned at her. Louise suddenly felt all warm and tingly inside and quickly turned away. This was madness; she needed to stay away from him.

* * *

The horizon stretched away into the distance in shimmering haze of heat. The canal that ran beside the cycle path looked deceptively attractive and Louise briefly contemplated taking a sideways detour that involved falling in. Then she took note of the algae floating on the surface of the water and thought better of it. No, green and slimy was not a good look.

It had been a while since they had left Susie and Rick behind in the shade of a large tree. So far Rick had not caught them up again and Louise couldn't help but wonder if maybe he had found more entertaining action with Susie. 

This unwelcome thought was more than enough to destroy her powers of concentration and when Alicia slammed her brakes on with an urgent announcement that she needed to stop for a pee, Louise was in no position to avoid a collision. Her front wheel clipped Alicia's back wheel and she felt herself tipping sideways helplessly.

With a string of expletives she fell onto the grass verge and her bike landed on top of her. Alicia seemed oblivious to the ensuing carnage and blithely jumped off her bike, rushing into a bush with no regard for what state Louise was in.

"Damn that woman!" she grimaced as she tried to extract herself with her dignity intact.

Gillian was laughing too hard to be of any use and Louise felt like killing her. A stinging sensation made her yell even louder and she realised belatedly that she had fallen partially in a patch of nettles. "Ouch!" she cried in anguish.

A strong hand grabbed hold of her arm and she was yanked firmly into an upright position. "I leave you lot for five minutes and look what happens," said Rick, shaking his head.

Louise stared at him in surprise. "Where the hell did you come from?" 

"I just caught you up," he said. "I cycle faster on my own – strong legs, you see."

Naturally she immediately looked down and found her eyes glued unwillingly to his taut, muscular thighs. "Hmm, I do see," she muttered, wishing he would release his grip on her arm.

"Nasty nettle rash," he said. They both looked at the rash on her legs. 

"I'll survive."

"I have some cream that'll help?"

The thought of his hands rubbing cream into her skin again was tempting. "Honestly, I'll be fine!" she declared hurriedly.

He shrugged. "Suit yourself." 

Louise watched as he walked off towards Gary. She suddenly wished she had taken him up on his offer as her legs began to itch and sting. Never mind, only another twenty two miles to go...

* * *

The music pumped incessantly as Louise nursed the latest of many exotic cocktails. Her head was thumping too, but to move from this secluded velvet booth required energy and that had expired somewhere around the time she had drunk her sixth glass of Stiff Dick. The Bailey's in the cocktail was smooth and creamy, but she felt certain it would give her a killer hangover in the morning.

"Hey, wake up!" Gillian sidled into the booth beside her, her lipstick slightly askew and her top dangerously low.

"I am awake. Kinda." 

"You need to get laid, darling!"

"Not if that's the best I can do!" 

They both looked across the gloomy room and watched Alicia grappling with her 'date for the evening'. She was extremely drunk and all her inhibitions appeared to have flown out of the grubby toilet window a few hours previously. The young blond man in her ravenous clutches was kissing her feverishly as if he couldn't quite believe his luck. One hand was creeping up her meaty thigh and the other was edging down into her voluminous cleavage.

"Any minute now she's gonna be fucking him," marvelled Gillian. "Have I missed something and this is really one of those clubs that features live sex shows?"

"Ha! Any minute now and she's gonna be thrown out you mean!" 

They observed with amusement as a huge man in a suit arrived on the scene. He watched the two would-be lovers with a frown on his scarred face. Whilst pretty much anything went in the red-light district of Amsterdam, it seemed that this club did actually like to have some standards in its customer behaviour. 

"Hey lady, you wanna conduct your business transactions outside please?" the security man warned menacingly. Alicia broke away from her date and glared in outrage.

"How dare you!" she said furiously, "I'm not a whore!"

Gillian burst into helpless laughter. "Easy mistake to make really!" she giggled.

Alicia held her date's hand firmly and decided to ignore the security man. "Come on...err...what was your name again?" 

"Johann," the blond said. 

"Come on, Johann, let's go somewhere else – I don't like the atmosphere in this shit-hole!"

She pointed her nose primly in the air and pulled her man past the hulking thug still glaring at her ominously. They disappeared through the rear exit door in a cloud of noxious perfume.

"Do you think she'll be alright?" asked Louise doubtfully. 

"Yeah, she'll be fine," said Sam as she plonked herself down at the table with a drink in hand. 

The girls looked up to see several more of their group heading over with another tray of drinks. Louise's heart jumped a mile when she saw Gary and Rick at the bar. Shit, she thought crossly. So far she had successfully avoided Rick all evening. Now she was drunk and he was here, it was going to prove difficult to avoid doing or saying anything regrettable. 

The only solution was more alcohol. If she was utterly blitzed, she would eventually pass out and thus avoid embarrassing herself. Okay, so the hangover tomorrow might be at nuclear fallout levels, but hey, she had a jumbo pack of Alka-Seltzer and painkillers in her bag for just such an eventuality. 

"Another cocktail?" she asked Gillian brightly. 

"Haven't you had enough?" Gillian replied with a frown. "We have to get up early tomorrow, remember?"

Louise smiled and winked. "In that case, I just won't go to bed..."

"Who're you going to bed with?" Rick asked innocently as he sat down across from them with a bottle of lager in his hand.

Louise glared at him. "Funny!" she said through gritted teeth. 

"Right, last chance to place those orders..." She waited to see if anyone else piped up. 

"Go on, I'll have a Sweet Tits," said Gary, grinning lecherously.

"Excellent choice," beamed Louise with a wink as she slithered across the seat. "Sure you don't want a Slippery Nipple instead?" 

Gary pulled her onto his lap and slid his arm around her waist. "Sounds good," he whispered in her ear. "Maybe we can have a Screw Up Against the Wall, later?"

"Ooh naughty!" Louise giggled until she saw Rick watching them. He didn't look too happy so she pulled herself off Gary's knee. "I'll be back shortly," she promised him. 

Her head was spinning as she teetered across the room on her stilettos, ignoring the interested glances of several men. Her short dress clung to her slim body and her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back.

There was a large queue around the bar and she made an instant decision to head to the ladies for a pee first. Plus she needed a break from the techno dance music that was pounding out of hidden speakers. There was only so much euro trash rubbish she wanted to listen to on a night. Five minutes was usually more than enough.

The toilets were empty when she pushed open the door. For a few seconds she stood before a cracked mirror above the grubby sink, and surveyed her reflection. Her face was tanned from two days cycling in the sun and she looked far better than she felt. She smoothed the front of her red dress down and turned round to enter one of the cubicles.

A sudden cry from outside caught her attention and she stopped in her tracks to listen curiously. Above the faint hum of the air conditioning unit, she heard what sounded like moaning. What the hell was it? Maybe some poor woman was being attacked!


Without further ado, Louise shot back out of the ladies toilets and opened the rear exit door. The possibility that she could be placing herself in danger never entered her alcohol soaked brain. She soon stopped dead when she realised what the noises were. 

Alicia was leant back against a large refuse dumpster with her dress hiked up around her waist and her pink bra hanging off. "Oh yeah, that's good, baby," she moaned, her normally plummy accent replaced by an altogether grittier, northern twang. Johann was standing before her, his head bent down as he sucked on one of Alicia's large tits. 




Ride Me, Baby! Ch. 03



Louise was momentarily frozen in shock. The two lovers hadn't noticed her at all; they were far too engrossed in each other. Despite the fact she knew she ought to leave, something stopped her. Maybe it was the sheer sordidness of the encounter, but she felt compelled to remain, half concealed in the doorway, watching.

Mesmerised, she observed as Johann's hand moved between Alicia's thick thighs. Her lacy knickers were around her ankles and she groaned loudly as he rubbed her pussy enthusiastically. "Mmm," she said encouragingly, her head thrashing from side to side. 

"Is that good?" Johann asked.

"Oh yeah, that feels great. You're great!" Her breathing became more laboured and Louise could see Alicia's legs begin to tremble in the diffused light from a lamp high above them. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum!" she wailed almost incoherently. 

Johann dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. Alicia's huge breasts wobbled as she ground her cunt roughly against his mouth. Her hand gripped his hair and she let out a long keening cry as she climaxed. "Aghh!" 

Louise felt her own body helplessly reacting to the scene before her. She had never witnessed such debauchery in her life and she was slightly surprised to realise that she was more than a little turned on. 

Johann stood up and swiftly unzipped his trousers to release a long, slender cock. "Let me suck that gorgeous dick," crooned Alicia as she sank down slowly, her face flushed and her hair all over the place. 

As Louise watched, Alicia took his cock in her mouth and began to suck it slowly, one hand gently caressing his balls. Johann's face took on a serene glaze of absolute pleasure and he closed his eyes in ecstasy. Alicia reached down between her thighs and began to rub her pussy as she sucked Johann's cock greedily.

The music from within the club suddenly increased in volume momentarily. Louise's brain half registered this fact, but when a hand clamped over her mouth firmly she still jumped in horrified shock. 

"Shh," whispered a male voice in her ear. "We wouldn't want to disturb such a tender scene!"

Rick's arm snaked round her waist and held her tightly. He released his hand across her mouth and Louise half turned in fury. "You frightened the crap outta me!" she hissed. 

He grinned satanically in the dim light. "I wondered where the hell you'd got to – just looking out for you as per my responsibility as ride-guide."

"I don't need fucking looking after!"

"No? I'd have thought you needed something after watching this little scene."

Louise stared at him. She had to admit he had a point there. The feel of his hard body pressed against her was doing little to quell the arousal sending sharp signals of urgent need through her body. Right at this moment all she wanted to do was fuck his brains out. The question was - did she have the will power to push him away? 

They both turned back towards the dumpster lovers when they heard Johann moaning loudly, "No more!" 

"Fuck me now," Alicia pleaded, standing up and kissing him hard. They embraced, lips locked for a while as he groped her breasts, squeezing her flesh roughly. With a sigh, Alicia pulled back and turned round to offer him her lily white ass. "Take me!" she urged, spreading her legs. Johann was not about to say no, so he grasped his cock in one hand and slowly pushed inside her dripping pussy, his face taut with barely restrained passion.

Louise felt Rick's hand slide up her rib-cage until he was just touching her breast. She knew she ought to push him away, but she was powerless. Helplessly she leant back into him, instantly aware of his rock hard erection pressing into the curve of her bottom. 

They both watched as Johann slowly fucked Alicia against the dumpster. The sounds of their panting filled the yard over and above the traffic noise beyond the wall. A sly finger rubbed the hard crest of her nipple through the fabric of her dress and Louise moaned faintly. She ground her bottom against the thick ridge of Rick's cock and was rewarded with a muffled gasp. "Bitch," he muttered in her ear softly. "I'll make you pay for that."

Her dress was pulled down off one shoulder and he slid his hand inside the cup of her bra. Taking her aching nipple, he rolled it teasingly between his fingers as Johann fucked Alicia. Louise felt like screaming. All her senses were crying out for more, but the knowledge that she was in a dingy yard with a man she detested, prevented her from spinning round and fucking him senseless.

Still she couldn't walk away. Rick's fingers were working some kind of witchcraft on her body. When he slid his other hand beneath the hem of her dress, she was powerless to prevent a soft moan escaping. "Are you okay?" he asked solicitously as she writhed against him.

"You bastard!" she cursed. "Of course I'm not okay - you're molesting me!"

"Oh I'm sorry, I thought you were enjoying it..."

"No, I'm not!"

His fingers found the molten wet core of her and they both knew she was lying. With one hand rubbing her nipple and the other stroking her clit, she was lost. The desire to fight him was washed away on a wave of pleasure and Louise reluctantly parted her legs to allow him further access. 

"Oh fuck!" cried Alicia in ecstasy, thrusting her bottom back enthusiastically. Johann frantically upped his speed and his white backside pumped furiously as he fucked her harder and faster. 

Louise felt herself fade out of reality as Rick's talented fingers flashed across her sex, pushing her towards an inevitable conclusion. She reached the edge of the precipice just at the point Johann pulled his cock from Alicia's gaping cunt and fired thick streams of cum across her back. 

One last tweak of her nipple was enough to topple her into ecstatic oblivion. She shuddered in bliss as he pulled her round and kissed her, smothering the cries of pleasure that threatened to unleash into the humid night. Ripples fluttered powerfully through her body and she was heatedly aware of his rampant erection throbbing urgently against her stomach. 

"We need to move!" Rick warned her quietly as Alicia slowly regained her senses. He pulled her firmly back through the partially open door and into the smoky gloom of the corridor. Louise stumbled slightly and he grabbed her tightly against the curve of his arm as the music grew ever louder. "Are you okay?" he asked as they paused by the entrance to the toilets.

Louise didn't know what to say. Her body was still humming pleasurably, but her head was reeling with shock. Shit, what had she done! "I need to use the ladies," she mumbled. Unable to look at him, she pushed open the door and disappeared into a cubicle. Oh hell, how was she gonna go back into the club now? This was a fucking disaster!

She sat on the seat, her head in her hands. The beginning of a monstrous headache was throbbing inside her skull and she felt like screaming. Damn that woman – it was all Alicia's fault. If she hadn't behaved like a total slut, she would never have found herself in such a compromising position...

The door opened again and someone came into the ladies. Louise heard a tap running and the sound of heels clacking on the tiled floor. She flushed the toilet and walked out of the cubicle. To her horror, Alicia was stood at the sink inspecting her reflection carefully as she reapplied her red lipstick. 

"Oh, hello," she said coolly when she noticed Louise standing behind her.

Louise nodded politely before staring in fascination at the back of her head. "Is there something in your hair?" she couldn't stop herself saying. 

"Where?" Alicia asked in surprise. She reached behind and inspected her hair, grimacing when she found the sticky mess of cum inadvertently left behind from the escapade outside.

"Hair gel accident?" smiled Louise innocently, trying not to laugh as Alicia frantically attempted to rinse it out the gunk. 

Louise washed her hands quickly and realised that she ought to make her way back to the bar before her friends reported her missing. The thought of seeing Rick again made her feel many things, none of which she cared to analyse too closely. It was definitely time for bed.



Ride Me, Baby! Ch. 04



It felt like a jack hammer was drilling a hole into her skull when Louise awoke the following morning. She groaned when Gillian's alarm rang shrilly. "Turn the fucking thing off," she muttered from beneath her pillow.

"GOT A HANGOVER, LOVE?" shouted Gillian with amusement. "It serves you right for drinking all that crap last night."

Nausea threatened to overwhelm her and reluctantly Louise pulled her weary body from the narrow bed before dashing into the bathroom to be sick. Oh the evils of drink. That's it, she thought miserably. I'm never drinking again! The mirror on the wall agreed with her; she looked like death warmed over.

Breakfast was a seriously muted affair. Even Alicia barely said a word over her bowl of muesli. Several people were conspicuously absent and Louise heard Sam say that Rebecca and her friend, Lucy, had been seen disappearing into Bob's room in the early hours. Sipping her cup of black coffee, she silently wished she could cut her head off. This headache was the worst she had ever endured and the painkillers she'd swallowed in the room had barely dented it.

"Morning ladies!" said Gary cheerfully as he sat down at the table with a huge plate of meat and cheese.

Alicia took one look at the pink salamis and sausages, and turned an unattractive shade of puce. "Gotta go," she mumbled before shooting off in the direction of the toilets.

"Oh dear," said Gillian sympathetically. "I think she's feeling poorly."

Gary chuckled. "I did warn you lot not to drink too much!" 

Louise thought about that as she sipped her black coffee. Strangely enough she had no recollection of any warnings. In fact, she seemed to recall Gary downing an equally large amount of alcohol last night, too. Despite her intention to head back to the hostel after the peep show behind the club, she had been persuaded to join an exploratory foray deeper into the red-light district. Alicia's exploits had paled into insignificance with what followed.

* * *

Gary plonked yet another round of drinks on the small table in their secluded corner of the seedy dive he'd taken them to. "Drink up," he urged cheerfully. "I've arranged some entertainment for us!"

"What kind of entertainment?" Sonya asked curiously.

"You'll have to wait and see," winked Gary. He sipped his evil looking drink innocently and refused to say another word. 

Rick was nowhere to be seen much to Louise's consternation. Whilst she didn't feel the need to discuss what had happened between them anytime soon, she decided it was a bit fucking rude to have vanished without so much as a check to see that she wasn't too traumatised by his molestation.

Bastard, she thought venomously. Hopefully he had fallen into a canal and drowned.

A collective gasp from her inebriated companions soon distracted Louise from further maudlin meanderings. She looked up from the bottom of her glass and saw that a statuesque red haired woman had appeared in front of their table, dressed in a black basque creation with stockings. 

"This is Faith, a very good friend of mine," said Gary with a huge grin. "She's agreed to do a special dance for us tonight, so enjoy!"

Faith leaned over Gary and kissed him lingeringly on the lips. Louise couldn't help but notice his hand reach round to squeeze her rounded bottom and she wondered what Gary's definition of 'good friend' was exactly.

Soft music began to play as they sat, spellbound. Faith stood and began to slowly gyrate to the beat of the song, swaying seductively to the hypnotic tempo. She was incredibly sexy with long, wavy red hair and milky pale skin. Her body was magnificent, lush feminine curves combined with endless shapely legs. 

Sonya was certainly entranced. Her tongue was practically hanging out as Faith teasingly moved her delectable body within touching distance. Slowly they watched as she swayed in time to the music, breasts threatening to spill out from the confines of her tight basque. With a seductive smile, Faith gradually moved forward and straddled Gary's thighs, still moving to the beat. Her hands caressed the swell of cleavage, drawing everyone's attention to the fact that her nipples were almost exposed. Adeptly she reached down and swiftly began to pull apart the flimsy ribbons that kept the sexy garment together.

Within a heartbeat, the lace and satin concoction dropped to the floor, revealing a pair of firm breasts, tipped with large pink nipples. Faith reached up to cup her exposed flesh, rubbing her thumbs across the hard crests. Her audience watched as she leaned forward, allowing Gary to take one nipple in his eager mouth. 

"Is that allowed?" whispered Gillian doubtfully. 

Louise didn't reply; she watched in total disbelief as Sonya moved swiftly from her seat to stand behind Faith. Her hands reached round to cup the other woman's breasts, lustfully stroking her flesh. Faith tilted her face upwards and the two women kissed sensuously, their hair creating a shimmering curtain of red and gold. 

A few of the women took the opportunity to leave and head for the bar as they obviously thought this was a step too far in the entertainment stakes. Louise, however, found her body welded to the velvet seat in fascination. Gillian was equally entranced as Sonya continued to caress Faith's nubile body while Gary played with her breasts. 

Louise felt guilty for watching, but at the same time, she was undeniably turned on once more. It was rapidly becoming a night of debauchery to rival the dying days of Rome, she thought. 

"Have you ever?" asked Gillian quietly.

"Ever what?" Louise replied eventually; she was still very much distracted by the saucy scene.

"You know..." Her voice trailed off and she paused to sip her drink. "Done it with a woman?" she continued in a low voice.

Louise was slightly shocked at the idea. However, the more she thought about it, the more interesting it became. "No," she admitted. "Have you?"

"Not yet!" Gillian's blue eyes sparkled briefly in the dim light before she turned away to watch the show.

Faith kissed Sonya as she slowly began to undo her blouse. They made a very seductive picture; one that was not lost on Gary. He tugged Faith backwards until she sat on his lap, her lips still touching Sonya's. As he reached round to cup her generous breasts, Sonya dropped down and knelt between her thighs, slowly stroking the smooth flesh above her black stockings. Her pink tongue flicked across her lips and she looked up hesitantly. 

"Go on, touch her," urged Gary, oblivious to the onlookers around them. Sonya remained still for a long time with her hands tentatively hovering in no man's land between stocking top and the lacy edge of Faith's french knickers. 

"Do you want me to?" Her question was addressed to Faith. 

The red haired siren gazed at her longingly. "You know I do," she whispered.

Louise held her breath as Sonya gently moved her fingers towards the apex of Faith's thighs. Her eyes darkened as she eased the sodden lace aside, revealing the other woman's glistening pussy. "So beautiful," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the music still playing.

"Isn't she," agreed Gary. His hands dropped down and pulled Faith's thighs further apart, exposing her flesh for all to see. 

"Drink," said Louise in a strangled voice. She couldn't watch any more; her brain felt like it was about to explode from sensory overload.

Gillian didn't respond. She was far too absorbed in the scene unfolding before her avid gaze. 

* * *

The bored girl on the coat-check barely gave Louise a second look when she dashed outside. The light drizzling rain cooled her feverish skin as she found herself leaning against metal railings beside a canal. Faint music drifted through the air, carried on the warm breeze. It felt unreal, like she was in a bizarre film. Her hands gripped the rusty metal tightly; it was the only thing keeping her upright. She was horribly afraid that she might fall into the stagnant water if she let go.

"Don't do it!" 

The voice penetrated her befuddled brain and she turned her head. "What?" she asked wearily.

"My job description doesn't extend to rescuing cyclists from canals, I'm afraid," said Rick dryly. 

Where the hell had he materialised from? "Funny," she replied, unable to think of a suitably scathing response. It was late and she was way too pissed.

"Where's Gary?" 

"Ahem..." Louise wondered how best to explain that one. "He's busy in there." She pointed across the cobbled street towards the glowing neon lights of Club Pussy Kat.

Rick rolled his eyes. "I get the picture," he said. "Is she called Faith, by any chance?"

"How did you know that?" Louise stared at him in surprise, momentarily distracted from the beginnings of a monstrous hangover.

"I remember last years visit to Club Pussy Kat!" Rick grinned wickedly. "Gary's exploits were legendary. It was just fortunate his wife never saw the pictures."

Wife? He kept that one quiet! Louise wasn't all that surprised when she thought about it. 

"Does YOUR wife not object to all this?" she couldn't help asking with barely veiled disgust.

"Unlikely – we're divorced." He turned away and stared at the lights reflected in the water below. There was a definite chill in the air all of a sudden. 

She felt like kicking herself. "Sorry," she apologised meekly. "I just ass—"

"Assumed all men are like that?" he interrupted. "Well for the record – we're not."

Oh yes, it was definitely time for bed. Peering cross-eyed at her watch and wondering why the digits kept blurring, she managed to work out that it was extremely late. Now, where was the hostel?

As she turned to walk towards the road unsteadily, her foot slipped. "Aghhh!" she yelled, falling helplessly sideways towards the waters edge. 

"Did I tell you I can't swim?" Rick grunted as he caught her swiftly. 

"Thanks," Louise gasped gratefully. She stared into his dark eyes, wondering why her heart was suddenly racing in her chest. 

Her stomach began to churn in tandem with her pulse. "I feel sick," she admitted querulously. 

"Come on, let's get you to bed." Effortlessly he scooped her up and began to walk along the narrow path. 

She rapidly decided that it was far easier to go with the flow than to protest at his cavalier approach. Relaxing against his chest, she closed her eyes. It felt kind of nice as long as she didn't think too much about the details. No, thinking was seriously bad for her health.

* * *

"I need your key." Rick's voice drilled into her brain insistently and she tried to focus on it through the alcoholic fugue that threatened to swamp all conscious thoughts. 

"My bag," she mumbled incoherently, wishing she he would let her go back to sleep again.

"What bag?"

Oh shit. That woke her up. "The red bag with my cash and key in it!" 

"This bag?" He held up her leather bag and she glared at him crossly.

"I thought I'd lost it!" she said furiously. "That's not nice!"

"Well I got your attention," he laughed. "Now then, are you going to look for your key or shall we just retire to my room instead?"

She ignored the invitation and rummaged hurriedly in her bag. Bingo! The key slotted into the hole and the door swung open with a squeak. Fortunately Gillian and Sam were still out and up to God only knew what, so the room was empty. 

Throwing her bag on the nearest bed, she turned to close the door, expecting Rick to have left, but he stood watching her uncoordinated movements with a faint smile. "Are you gonna be okay?" he asked when she bashed her leg on the metal bed and swore loudly.

"Probably not," she admitted. Her leg now hurt, but at least it took her mind off her head. 

He strode across the room and grabbed hold of her wrists. "Lie down or you're gonna have an accident," he said firmly.

Before she had realised what was happening, she was stretched out on the bed with him lying beside her. "What are you doing?" she asked, slightly befuddled as to how this had happened. 

"I'm making sure you're okay before I leave."

"Where are you going?" 

"Now I know you're drunk! I'm going to my own bed, remember?"

"But you're in bed."

"Yes, but it's YOUR bed, not mine."

He had a point there, although, now that he was lying beside her, Louise suddenly decided she didn't want him to go. Why was she having a change of heart? She was damned if she knew the answer.

She snuggled up against his warm body and sighed. "That's okay," she murmured sleepily. "I don't mind."

"Only because you're drunk; trust me you'll mind in the morning," he said softly, his breath tickling her hair.

She tilted her face upwards and looked at him searchingly. "I think—" 

The rest of the sentence was lost when he kissed her. Her body melted into his warmth and a slow delirious heat began to spread through her veins. It felt so good; he felt so good. Surely this couldn't be wrong?

The kiss deepened and she felt herself responding helplessly. The memory of his hands caressing her body ignited the fires of passion and she pulled him closer with a hungry moan. He wanted her, she could feel it. This only served to further inflame her desire. When he pulled away reluctantly, she groaned with disappointment. 

"I need to go," he said firmly.

He was gone before she had time to protest. The door banged shut in his wake and she was left alone in the empty room, the faint lingering scent of his aftershave the only reminder he had been there. Louise closed her eyes again and curled up on the bed, still dressed. She fell asleep wondering why she felt so bereft.

* * *

Alicia returned from the toilets just as Louise was finishing her third cup of black coffee. The other woman looked extremely pale with a slight green tinge to her complexion. She actually began to feel sorry for her until she opened her mouth.

"Glad I'm not the only one who looks like death this morning," she said as she cast a bloodshot gaze over Louise.

Gillian smothered a laugh and looked out of the window to avoid Louise's eye. "Fucking bitch," muttered Louise mutinously. 

"Take no notice," advised Gillian sagely. "You know she's just jealous because Rick won't give her the time of day. Ooh, speak of the devil..."

They both looked up as Rick walked into the large room, a tray of food balanced in one hand. "Hey ladies," he said cheerfully, briefly glancing at Louise before swiftly moving on. 

"I'm off back to the room, Gillian." She needed to escape. Suddenly it felt horribly claustrophobic in the bright airy space. Managing to avoid Rick's eye, Louise shot out into the reception area of the hostel and nearly fell over a pile of rucksacks by the desk. "Shit," she muttered. 

"Careful!" Gary said as he materialised beside her. "We've had no accidents so far and I wouldn't want you to be the first!"

Louise managed a brittle smile and headed for the stairs. She couldn't quite erase the memory of him, Sonya and Faith, and she pitied his poor wife.

* * *

"We need to talk," Rick said quietly. 

"Do we?" Louise stared into the distance and continued to lick her ice cream. It was mid morning and already the sun was beating down relentlessly. At least here, in the shade of some large trees, they had some respite while they took a short break. The small shop had certainly made some unexpected money from sales of cold drinks, ice creams and iced lollies.

"Yes, we do. You've been avoiding me all morning and I'd like to know why." He fixed with her a look that said, don't mess me about, I'm too hot.

He was right. She had been avoiding him. It was because she didn't know what to say or think after the events of the previous evening; that and because she was dying with the hangover from hell.

"No, I haven't been avoiding you," she lied unconvincingly. 

He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the canal and out of earshot from the rest of the group. Not that anybody was looking. They were all too busy nursing hangovers, sore backsides and sunburn in various degrees of pain.

"Okay, maybe I have," Louise finally admitted. "It's just that..."

"Yes?"

"RICK!" Gary's voice rang out clearly. 

"Tonight, we talk, okay?" He waited until she nodded her head grudgingly. 

"I'M COMING!" he yelled back towards Gary, then, without warning, he bent and kissed her briefly. "Later," he reminded her with a grin.

Louise watched him sprint up the slope and felt butterflies dance in her belly. This wasn't how she imagined things to be. It was a complication she really didn't want, but it seemed that fate was playing games with her once again. For the first time that day, her oppressive headache lifted and she felt almost human. Maybe by tonight she would have everything straight in her head. Maybe then she would know what the hell she was doing, messing with another man after what Kevin had done to her.

* * *

Thanks go to Brett for his careful proof reading!



Ride Me, Baby! Ch. 05



"Oh I so need a drink," complained Sam as she rode alongside Louise. 

It had been a long day and they were all looking forward to seeing the ferry terminal again. Unfortunately, it had remained curiously elusive so far despite several signs indicating it was close. 

"Surely we must be near now," Gillian said crossly.

"I dunno," Sam replied with a shrug, "that last sign said six kilometres to Euro Port and yet there's still no sight of it." 

Louise couldn't be bothered to contribute to the conversation. Her head was somewhere else and had been all day. As the miles rolled by effortlessly, she had been mulling over all the events of the last three days, trying to make sense of them. In the process she had resolutely stayed away from Rick. 

He had smiled at her when they stopped for a late lunch, but she had pretended not to notice. It seemed easier that way. They had agreed to talk about things tonight, so it was best to let it lie in the meantime. Besides, she still had no idea what she wanted. 

On the face of it, a short term fling was possible – after all they both knew there was an undeniable attraction. But, did she really want something so shallow? Plus, did she want to be just another notch on his belt? No, she didn't. She was tired of all that crap. Kevin had messed her about and she had no desire to be another man's fuck-toy again. 

If she wanted casual sex, she knew damn well Paolo was more than willing. He had pressed his cell phone number into her hand the last time she'd visited the gym and he had made it quite clear that he was available for anything she felt she needed. She would have been tempted to take him up on that offer had she not overheard a conversation between two girls in the changing rooms.

"He's a great fuck," the blonde had said to her friend with the unfeasibly large tits as they changed into their designer-labelled exercise clothes. 

"Who is?" Miss Big Tits said curiously.

"You know - the masseuse guy," said Blondie. "My hubby paid for a course of treatments for me as a birthday present," she snorted with amusement. "He has no idea what 'extras' Paolo offers!"

"No!" the friend said in disbelief. "You're joking..."

"I'm not joking, Lesley, trust me, the guy is a total stud!" She fanned herself dramatically and Louise felt her stomach clench. She wondered just how many women Paolo serviced in the course of his day, although, she had to admit he had been good at his job. The massage had been great even without the extras. 

It was very disappointing. The thought of seeing Paolo again had been rather attractive up until that moment. Oh well, she could always go back when things got really desperate. 

But casual fun was not her thing. It never had been – no-strings sex just didn't do it for her. The encounter with Rick outside the club only happened because he caught her off guard at a vulnerable moment. If she had been sober, it never would have happened at all. 

"What's up with you?" Gillian's voice broke through her chain of thought and Louise looked at her blankly. 

"Huh?"

"You!" she said exasperatedly. "You've been on another planet all day. Are you still feeling poorly after last night?" She began to look concerned.

"I'm fine," Louise said, forcing herself to look cheerful. 

Gillian frowned suspiciously. She didn't look too convinced, but evidently decided not to pursue it any further. "Hey, did I tell you the gossip?" she said suddenly.

"No?" Louise's curiosity was aroused despite her own problems. 

Gillian pulled alongside while Sam moved ahead to chat with Brigitte and Sonya. "Well," she said confidentially, "a little bird told me that Rebecca and Lucy had quite a night with Bob! Apparently Bob had a video camera and he took some interesting film footage. We may get to see this later!" She grinned at the thought.

"Did the girls know about the film?" asked Louise dubiously.

"Yeah!" Gillian rolled her eyes. "Course they did, you idiot! It seems those two aren't quite as innocent as they look."

Louise thought back to the car park when she'd overheard Rebecca with Lance Clarke. No, she decided, Rebecca was clearly not as naïve as she'd originally believed. The trollop!

Their conversation was cut short when someone near the front of the ride began to cheer loudly. "We're here!"

"Thank fuck for that – I need a drink and some food," Sam said loudly. 

The sight of the ferry terminal was a welcome one to everybody. It had been a long day after an equally long night for many people. Clearly some folk had had even less sleep than her, thought Louise. She just wondered how long it would take Bob to cash in on his 'film'. 

* * *

On this occasion the cabin key actually opened the door. Louise entered the cramped space again and wondered who she was sharing it with this time. She had hoped Gillian would be her companion, but Gillian had drawn Sam, Natasha and the lovely Alicia in the cabin lottery. Louise was at least spared that particular horror.

"Hello!" said a familiar voice when the door swung open just as Louise was pulling her wash bag out. 

She spun round in surprise to see Gary leering at her from the entrance to the cabin. "Are you in here, too?" she asked in stunned disbelief. Surely he hadn't been allocated a cabin with her!

"I think this may be our lucky night!" he grinned. "Fancy a threesome?" he continued as Rick appeared behind with his bag in hand. 

Oh fucking marvellous, thought Louise in total desperation. This was not how she'd planned her evening. If it all went tits up with Rick, she was now doomed to spend a hideous night in close proximity with him, unable to escape. 

"Give it a rest, Gary," Rick muttered as he dropped his bag on the opposite bunk. "I've told you often enough – I really don't fancy you!"

Gary pulled a mournful expression. "Shame," he said sadly. "It could have been so much fun." 

She struggled to hide a smile. He really was incorrigible. "Try asking Rebecca and Lucy," she suggested innocently. "I hear they're into that kinda thing..."

Both men looked at her curiously but Louise grabbed her bag and disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She spent ages luxuriating in the hot shower, taking her sweet time. It was blissful to feel the water cascading over her aching shoulders after spending all day on her bike. 

When eventually she re-emerged from the bathroom dressed in a pair of jeans and a tight top, the cabin was empty. It seemed Gary and Rick had left her in peace and decided to have a drink at the bar while she got ready. It was actually a relief to be able to apply her make-up and dry her hair without feeling like she was being watched. 

She still couldn't quite believe she was being forced to share a cabin with them. Somebody, somewhere, was having a huge laugh at her expense, but she had no choice other than get on with it. It was going to be awkward with Rick, but maybe Gary might be a useful distraction. 

The more she thought about it, the more she realised that it was a terrible idea to get involved with Rick. Men were bad news and she needed a break from them. With that thought firmly in place, she grabbed her purse and headed for the bar to meet the rest of the girls.  

* * *

By the time Louise had drained her fifth vodka, her conviction that men were a waste of space was beginning to slide. Gary was flirting heavily with her, no doubt hoping to smooth the way for fun later in the cabin. The trouble was she really wasn't interested in him. He was cute, no doubt about that, but not only was he married, he also wasn't Rick.

Firmly batting Gary's wandering hands from her thighs for the umpteenth time she caught Rick watching her speculatively. Her stomach lurched and she felt her face grow warm. It annoyed her no end that he had this effect on her, but she was helplessly in his thrall. 

Ignoring Gary's plea for a kiss, she jumped up and headed towards the bar, abruptly making a detour at the last minute. The heavy door that led to the deck swung shut behind her and the music faded, only to be replaced by the whooshing of engines and wind. It was far breezier than it had been the first night, but she felt strangely exhilarated as her hair whipped round her face and the salt tickled her nostrils.

Finding a sheltered corner beneath the upper deck, she sat down on a hard wooden bench and tucked her knees under her chin. It was peaceful out here; soothing after the manic restaurant and bar. It was also nice to be alone for a while, with only her thoughts for company.

The sound of giggling soon alerted her to the presence of others. Rebecca appeared round the corner with Bob in tow. He meekly followed her to the edge of the deck and she turned to face him, laughing in the wind. "It's a bit chilly out here for that!" she said, her voice carried towards Louise who was out of sight in the shadows.

"Aw go on, Becca, you know you enjoyed it last night!"

Rebecca smiled and leant back against the railings. "I suppose we can take a few pics." She looked around quickly. "Better be quick though, while nobody else is here."

"I was hoping Lucy would join you..." Bob looked disappointed for a moment.

"She's fallen asleep in the cabin. You wore her out, you dirty old man!" 

He grinned proudly. "I even surprised myself!" he said in wonderment.  

"How do you want me, stud?" Rebecca thrust her tits out and pouted in her best porn star impression.

"Yum, that looks good..." Bob stepped back with his small digital camera in hand. He seemed to be considering how best to pose her. "Undo your top and hitch your skirt a little higher."

Louise watched with amusement. Any higher and Rebecca's skirt was going to become a belt.

"Like this?" She spread her legs and pressed her tits together to create a tempting valley of cleavage.

"That's great, babe!" Bob took a few pictures and then asked, "Can you whip that bra off?"

Quick as a flash, Rebecca pulled the straps down and yanked the offending garment off. She was left standing with her top hanging seductively from her shoulders and her breasts barely covered. Louise had to admit she looked pretty hot, framed in the glare of the bright halogen lights. 

"Now can you cup your tits for me and act like you're about to get laid?"

"Hey, who's acting?" Rebecca giggled naughtily. She shrugged her top off and scooped her large breasts in both hands, looking seductive for the camera.

"Oh babe, you're a natural!" He took a few more shots and then shoved the camera in his jacket pocket. "Come on, let's go back to my cabin – I have a hard-on that needs some attention!" 

Rebecca bounced over towards him. "Yeah, let's fuck," she said happily. "I wanna film part two of our movie!"

Once Bob and his muse had left her alone once again, Louise began to feel chilled. She hugged her knees tightly and tried to edge further into the corner in an attempt to shelter from the sharp wind. The deck was deserted and the hour was late. She sat wondering if it was safe to head back to the cabin. 

Maybe if she chanced it, Gary and Rick might still be in the bar and she could retire to her bunk and feign sleep when they turned up. She knew damn well that sleep was going to be difficult with Rick in such close proximity, but it seemed the best idea she'd had all night and wearily she stood up and stretched. 

Heading back inside through the far end of the deck, she scooted down the stairs, ignoring the thumping music blasting out from the karaoke bar. No doubt some of the others would be partying hard by now, but all she wanted was to sleep. Last night had taken its toll on her and she was emotionally as well as physically exhausted.

The cabin was in darkness when she entered carefully. Listening for a moment, she could hear nothing to indicate the guys had gone to bed before her, so she turned on the light. The small room was thankfully empty and she breathed a shaky sigh of relief. Hopefully, she could get to bed and fall asleep before they returned.

Quickly she brushed her teeth and pulled her pyjama's from her bag. A sense of urgency filled her with the need for speed as she hurriedly changed out of her clothes in the tiny bathroom. Her face was soon scrubbed clean from make-up and her hair hung down her back in shiny waves.

Pushing the bathroom door back open, she walked straight into Rick. For a second she froze in shock. "I didn't hear you come back!" she blurted, wishing she had room to step past him without the need for bodily contact.

"I'd had enough of listening to Gary killing all my favourite songs on the karaoke," he said wryly. "Besides, I thought we were meant to be talking and when you disappeared, I figured you must have gone to bed."

"Ahem...yeah," she said, refusing to look him in the eye. "I'm tired," she added pointedly. She could feel the heat emanating from his body and her pulse quickened. Suddenly it seemed horribly claustrophobic in the cramped space. Edging back, she hit the side of the small shelf. Now she was trapped, unable to go anywhere. 

"Well go to bed then," he said. The tension in his voice was unmistakeable. 

She couldn't move; her body refused to listen to her brain. 

"Why are you fighting this?" he asked in exasperation. 

She sighed heavily. She was damned if she knew the answer to that. Just about every sensible thought had flown out of the porthole in the last few minutes. All that remained was a growing conviction that she wanted him, despite all her niggling doubts.

"Because..." she said eventually.

"That's not an answer!" Grasping her chin, he tilted her face upwards and looked into her eyes. "And I'm not what you think I am."

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" she asked incredulously. The arrogance of the man!

"You're scared – it's written all over your face."

He was right and they both knew it. 

"No, I'm not," she said anyway. Denial was a girl's best friend.

Rick swore softly before he kissed her, silencing her feeble protest. His body pressed up against hers and the edge of the shelf dug into her back. She knew she ought to slap him, but against her will, she was helplessly aroused. Burning fire scorched through her veins, igniting the passion buried within.

She gave up all pretence of a struggle as his tongue explored her mouth with abandon. A delicious ache throbbed deep inside her, obliterating the lingering doubts that had crowded her mind all day. Almost without realising it, she rubbed her body against his, seeking release from the torment that had her in its thrall.

"God, woman!" he groaned helplessly when he broke their kiss. "I don't know how much more of this I can take!"

For a second she stared at him, her head reeling with desire. The sensible part of her desperately tried to assert itself but when his hand swept under the loose edge of her vest top and found the curve of her breast, she was lost again. With one swift movement, he scooped her up so that she sat on the small table with her legs wrapped around his waist.

Both hands cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs across the hard nipples. She moaned helplessly, her eyes closing as her head fell back lightly against the mirror. Soft kisses teased a wet pathway down her neck and across her collar bone. She sucked in a sharp breath when his mouth found her breast. His wet tongue licked and teased her beyond comprehension and she grasped his head tightly, unable to formulate any coherent thoughts.

"This isn't exactly talking, is it?" he commented when he eventually raised his head from the gentle valley of her cleavage.

Louise struggled to clear the sexual fog from her head. "Hmm...what?" she said in confusion.

"Oh never mind!" He kissed her again, his hands slowly drifting southwards towards her trembling thighs. 

His comment about talking gradually began to infiltrate her fevered brain. Talking, yes he was right, they needed to talk, not fuck! 

"No, we need to—" 

Rick's fingers found her molten core and the rest of the sentence was abruptly lost in a strangled gasp. She found herself writhing under his hand, her sex flooded with moisture as her arousal hit fever pitch. 

"What do we need to do?" asked Rick softly. He continued to tantalise her pussy beneath the edge of her cotton shorts.

"We...need to..." She hissed as he rubbed her clit with more pressure. "Oh fuck!"

"You wanna to fuck?" he grinned with amusement. "I know I do..." he added with great feeling. Taking her hand, he placed it firmly on the hard ridge of his cock throbbing urgently beneath the coarse denim of his jeans. 

Louise looked at him and licked her lips. Did she want to fuck? Or did she want more than a fuck? The hardness of his length felt extremely inviting and she imagined how he would feel, buried deep inside her aching pussy. Oh hell she needed this... 

Holding his gaze, she slowly pulled his zipper down before sliding her hand inside his shorts. The heat of him sizzled against her skin and he groaned when she rubbed her thumb across the swollen head of his glans, enjoying his obvious discomfort. 

"Oh God, that feels good," he said through gritted teeth as she stroked his shaft. 

His fingers dipped inside her wetness and she tilted her hips towards him in an unmistakable invitation. "Fuck me," she whispered into his mouth as they closed the gap between their bodies. 

Just as Louise felt the tip of his cock touch her, the cabin door burst open and Gary fell in, panting with exertion. Louise froze in horror as Rick quickly pulled her tightly into his embrace, trying to shield her partial nakedness from Gary's curious gaze. 

Fortunately Gary seemed a little distracted and he turned away to peek carefully back down the corridor. "Looks like I evaded him," he muttered with evident relief and he pushed the door shut again.

"Hello, what's going on here, boys and girls!" he chortled when he returned his attention to Rick and Louise. "Shit, you could have waited for me!"

"Fuck off, Gary!" Rick glared at him with real venom and Louise suddenly wished she were anywhere but here. Oh God, how embarrassing was this...

Suddenly a loud banging on the cabin door startled them all. "Get out here now, you fucker!" yelled a loud and unmistakably irate male voice.

"Oh shit!" Gary turned a whiter shade of pale beneath his tan and dashed into the bathroom.

Louise extricated herself from Rick's arms and pulled her clothing together. It seemed almost unbelievable that minutes previously she had been on the point of having full sex with this man. In God's name what had she been thinking! She had no idea what the hell was going on with Gary, but she also had no intention of finding out. Swiftly climbing the ladder up to the top bunk, she buried herself under the covers while Rick went to open the door, a black look on his face.

A tattooed hulk of a man stood on the threshold with a very pissed off expression. 

"Is there something I can help you with?" Rick said with deceptive politeness.

"Where is he?" the man growled threateningly.

"Where's who?"

"The little shit who was having it away with my Maureen!"

Louise began to realise why Gary had gone pale and was now currently hiding in the bathroom. Clearly this huge man was not a rational human being who liked to discuss problems in a mature fashion. Oh no, here was a Neanderthal who preferred brutal violence as opposed to conciliation.

"Well, as you can see, I'm here in the cabin, with my girlfriend, all alone," Rick said calmly. 

The man swore loudly and pushed past Rick menacingly. "Come out you little bastard – I know you're in here!"

Louise peeked out from under the cover and cringed. Rick was having none of this and in a flash he grabbed the man's arm and tried to shove him back out. 




Ride Me, Baby! Ch. 05



"Honey, what's going on?" screeched a high falsetto voice from the depths of the bathroom. 

Gary appeared with Louise's pink robe on, a towel wrapped round his head and half a jar of moisturizer slapped on his face. All three of them turned to gaze in varying degrees of surprise at the speaker. 

Mr Tattoo dropped the fist he was about to thump Rick with and looked rather embarrassed all of a sudden. "Look mate, I'm sorry about this." He shuffled on the spot and said sheepishly, "Didn't mean to disturb you and the...err...missus." 

"Ooh anytime, big boy!" Gary simpered coquettishly. 

Rick threw him a glance that clearly said, don't push your luck! Fortunately, Mr Tattoo backed out of the cabin almost as rapidly as he had forced his way in. When the door slammed shut again, all three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"What the fuck have you been doing, you imbecile?" yelled Rick angrily. "I was about to get my head kicked in because of your stupidity!"

Gary pulled the towel off his head and used it to wipe all the cream off. "Yeah, mate, sorry!" he grinned amiably. "You see, there was this seriously hot bird in the bar and she so wanted me to give her one..."

He hiccupped and fell backwards on to the nearest bunk with a huge grin all over his face. Legs akimbo, he was fast asleep and snoring loudly in seconds. Louise turned over and shut her eyes. All in all she'd had more than enough excitement this evening. "Good night," she muttered from the depths of the pillow. 

There was ominous silence from down below.

* * * 

Thanks again, Brett, for the proof reading. 



Ride Me, Baby! Ch. 06



Louise tossed and turned, unable to sleep despite her exhaustion. Although Gary's loud snoring really wasn't helping, she knew her insomnia was mainly due to the high levels of frustration she was feeling after the aborted encounter with Rick. 

The lights had been switched off ages ago and she assumed he was fast asleep in his own bunk. Peering at the luminous dial of her watch she eventually decided she was thirsty. The more she thought about it, the drier her mouth became. After a while she just had to move; the lure of a glass of water was too great. Besides, both men were asleep, so she figured she could climb down carefully without disturbing them.

Pushing the covers aside, she grasped the edge of the ladder and began to clamber down, searching cautiously for the rungs with her toes, hoping that she didn't crash to the floor in a heap. 

"Can't you sleep either?" asked a disembodied voice in the darkness.

She froze. Shit, he was meant to be asleep. "I'm thirsty," she whispered.

"Me too, get me a glass of water?"

Louise felt like telling him to get his own fucking glass of water, but then she would be forced to share the cramped bathroom and that was dangerous. "Okay," she agreed slightly reluctantly. 

With the bathroom light switched on temporarily, she screwed her eyes up against the harsh glare. Two of the complimentary glasses were filled with lukewarm tap water and she switched the light off in relief. Unfortunately it left her blind in the pitch dark.

Struggling to see where she was going, she stubbed her toe on the edge of the wardrobe with a muffled yelp. 

"You okay?" asked Rick with a muffled snort of laughter.

"Yes, just fucking marvellous!" She wondered how funny he'd find it if she 'accidentally' threw the water all over him.

Light illuminated the small space once again when he switched the small light on above his bed. Louise forced herself to not stare at his naked chest as she handed him the second glass. Her toe was throbbing painfully and she hopped on one foot inelegantly, speculating if it was possible to break a bone that easily.

"Sit down," he said with more sympathy when he saw how much pain she was in. "I'll take a look at it."

The last thing she needed was his hands anywhere near her body, but she sat down gingerly on the edge of the bunk and sipped her water slowly. Trying not to tense up, she watched suspiciously as he grasped her foot and began to gently massage her bruised toe. 

"I'm sorry about earlier," he said without looking at her. "I never intended that to happen."

Louise's eyes snapped up in surprise. "Didn't you?" she asked in disbelief. Was he really trying to make her think that seduction was not part of his grand game plan? Yeah right!

"No, I intended for us to talk," he said firmly. "It just seems like every time we get together, things happen..."

He has a point there, Louise thought ruefully. The chemistry between them was certainly volatile. Unfortunately this didn't necessarily mean that they were destined to be the next Romeo and Juliet. 

"Anyway, I don't think the damage is permanent," he said, releasing her foot. 

"Isn't it?" she muttered. A sharp memory of the last time she'd seen her ex fiancé, Kevin, rose to the surface in a stream of bile and she winced with renewed agony.

"Who was he and what did he do?" Rick asked perceptively.

"Nothing, you don't want to hear about it." Louise wished she'd kept her mouth shut now. She yawned and tried to stand up. A sharp pain shot through her foot and she yelped, abruptly sitting back down again. 

Rick scooted across to the wall and patted the mattress. "Look, come and lie down next to me. You need to rest that foot before morning or you might not be able to cycle tomorrow. I promise I'll behave," he assured her earnestly.

Louise wasn't too sure she believed him, but she didn't think she stood a chance of climbing back up to her bunk. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and moved up the bed to lie beside him. He pulled the covers back and she noticed that at least he was wearing cotton boxers; if he'd been naked there was no way she would have gotten into bed with him. Nobody had that much will power, least of all her!

Resting her head on his shoulder was rather nice if she didn't think too much about the implications. He wrapped his arm round her waist and pulled the covers up. Gary's snoring died down and Louise began to relax again, her eyes slowly closing of their own accord.

* * *

The next time she opened her eyes, pale light was beginning to seep in through the porthole. She was lying on her side with Rick behind, his body curved round hers. Two things immediately became apparent - one was the feel of his erection pressing against her bottom and the other was his fingers rubbing her hard nipple through the thin cotton of her tee shirt.

She was powerless to move. A quick glance across towards Gary at least reassured her that he was still fast asleep and blissfully unaware of what was going on a short distance away. Desire sent sharp sparks shooting through her body and she arched her back, hearing Rick groan when her bottom pressed against his hard cock. 

His hand left her aching breast and slid downwards, slyly insinuating itself inside her shorts. "Open your legs" he whispered in her ear when she tried to clamp her thighs shut.

It was hopeless. She wanted him and they both knew it. Relaxing her muscles, she allowed his fingers to find the wet folds of her sex. Delicious spasms of pleasure assailed her senses as he played with her, relentlessly building the tension to screaming levels. She was almost out of her mind when she felt him tug her shorts down and slide his cock between her thighs.

His shaft rubbed across the wet folds of her sex, brushing over her clit as his fingers continued to tease her. She ached with unrequited desire and she turned her face towards him. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, fuelled by all the frustrations of the previous nights encounter. 

"I want you," whispered Rick when they broke for air. His hand once again found the curve of her breast and she moaned when he caressed the flesh, pinching her nipple painfully. 

"I need you..." The words almost choked her as desire continued to wage war with common sense. Oh God, she wanted him. Her body was screaming for it after being left aroused and unsatisfied a few hours previously. 

She muttered something unintelligible, still unwilling to actually beg him to fuck her. He grasped her hip, pulling her back against him and with a growl he thrust inside her as far as he could in the position they were in. For a long moment he paused, allowing her to become accustomed to his size. Sweat poured off her as the heat between them rose. She wanted to kick the covers to the floor and scream at him to fuck her senseless, but a small modicum of sanity prevented her. Instead she grabbed his hard thigh and pushed back against him, revelling in the sweet sensation of fullness.

His fingers rubbed across her clit, creating a sensual rhythm as he thrust gently inside her. His breathing was harsh in her ear, but she barely heard him above the sound of her own pounding heart. This was like nothing she had ever experienced before; her body moved in a timeless dance all of its own accord, writhing against his and seeking satisfaction from the nameless desire that had besieged them both.

He kissed her neck tenderly as she felt the first prelude to her orgasm flutter deep inside. One final thrust pushed her over the shining precipice and she pulled the edge of the pillow against her mouth in a belated attempt to smother her cries.

"I can't hold on any longer," she heard him say as if from a distance The pleasure was so extreme, her whole body felt like it was in carnal meltdown. The room faded out and she was lost in the white hot blaze of bliss. 

A sensation of heat flooded her inside and she felt him pulsing hard as he came too. They stayed locked together as slowly the pleasurable aftershocks faded away, leaving their bodies joined with a sticky mixture of sweat and bodily fluids. 

"Louise, we really need to talk" Rick whispered in her ear just as the announcement that it was morning bellowed over the tannoy speaker.

"Oh shit," she moaned in anguish. What had she done!

A loud shuddering groan emanated from the opposite bunk and they both raised their heads and looked over to see Gary stirring sleepily. There was no way on earth that Louise wanted him to see her in Rick's bed, so she rolled forward and swiftly pulling her shorts up, she dived out of the bunk and into the bathroom. 

Rick said something in a low voice, but she ignored it and shut the door firmly behind her. She sat down on the toilet seat and buried her head in her hands miserably. Oh God, this was a truly terrible mistake. Once again she had allowed her libido to ride rough shod over good sense. The last vestiges of orgasmic endorphins were soon washed away on a sea of despair. 

Shit, shit, SHIT!

Sounds of activity and voices from the other side of the door persuaded her that she ought to get a move on. The feel of sticky spunk drying on her thighs helped make the decision to jump in the shower. She figured she may as well take advantage of that last remaining clean towel.

The sharp spray cleansed her body well enough, but it did nothing to appease her self doubts. By the time she hesitantly opened the bathroom door again with the towel securely wrapped tightly around her slim body, the guys were both dressed and sat on their bunks talking.

"Morning, Louise!" Gary said cheerfully, his eyes flicking down her body with typical interest. Amazingly he was completely unaffected by a hard nights snoring. "How did you sleep?"

"Alright," she mumbled incoherently, trying not to catch Rick's eye as she rooted in her bag for clean clothes. Grabbing the first items she found, she dashed back into the bathroom and locked the door for the second time. It took a few minutes to pull her clothes on and throw the damp towel in a heap on the floor. Eventually she re-emerged to face the music again.

"How's your foot?" asked Rick solicitously as he packed his belongings up. 

"Fine," she said gruffly, staring resolutely at the threadbare carpet with fascination. In fact she hadn't given it a moments thought since she had woken up, but luckily it did actually seem okay. It was just the rest of her that was in torment. Rick looked at her questioningly but she turned away; she just couldn't deal with it right now. 

After pulling a brush through her ragged hair and grabbing her purse, she abruptly announced she was heading for breakfast and shot out of the cabin before either of the men had a chance to say a word.

* * *

The coffee shop was almost empty when she wandered in, so she took a seat by the window and rested her hot cheek on the cold glass. Outside drizzling rain obscured the view of the Humber Estuary as the boat made its way slowly towards the port entrance. It looked miserable as hell beyond the glass; rather apt considering her current state of mind.

As she stared into the grey distance, she heard the faint sounds of the crew opening up the food counter and switching the machines on. Despite her misery, she felt incredibly hungry and her stomach rumbled loudly at the prospect of coffee and pastries. Last nights dinner seemed an age away.

"Hey you, what's up?" Gillian appeared and took the seat next to her. 

Louise looked up in surprise. She hadn't heard anyone approach. "Hello," she said with a wan smile. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Yeah and Alicia's a virgin!" Gillian retorted and Louise laughed despite herself.

"Oh ha ha!" she said dryly.

"Okay, misery guts, I'll buy the coffees and you can tell me all about it." 

Louise nodded and returned to staring out of the murky window. 

* * *

"So, let's get this straight, you had sex with Rick. Tell me – 'cause I'm feeling a little confused here - which part of that event is a problem exactly?" Gillian asked as she stared at Louise in astonishment. "Was it rubbish or something? Did he last all of two seconds??"

"No!" Louise blushed as she recalled just how amazing it had been. "It was...wonderful."

"Then why are you tearing yourself apart?"

"You just don't get it!" wailed Louise mournfully. "It's taken me a year to get over one dickhead and here I am, already falling for another one!"

"But why are you assuming he's a dickhead?" 

"Err, because he's a man?"

"Oh come on, that's a little cynical!"

Louise drank her coffee and shut up. Actually she didn't think it was cynical at all. Kevin had cheated on her, Peter before him had run off with her best friend. Even her own father had been shagging the next door neighbour for many years before her mother finally threw his cheating ass out on the street.

Was it any wonder she felt the way she did? If there was one thing she'd learned in her relatively short life, it was that men were trouble. The best way for a hassle free sex life was to make the most of battery operated appliances – they were at least reliable.

After listening to the whole sorry tale, even Gillian had to admit she had a point. "But not all men are like that," she tried again one last time. "Some are really sweet – I mean take my bloke, Sean, he's lovely!"

"Well he might be," conceded Louise, "But he's YOUR bloke!"

"Hmm, okay. But I still don't buy that Rick is as bad as you think he is! He hasn't gotten up to anything so far as I've seen. I think you're wrong about him – I honestly do."

Louise wasn't convinced, but she stayed silent and finished her coffee. "Danish pastry or bacon butty?" she asked after drinking the last dregs and eyeing the queue forming at the counter.

Gillian screwed up her eyes in concentration. "Can I have both?" she asked hopefully. 

* * *

Louise made her way back to the cabin, hoping against hope that she wouldn't bump into Rick just yet. She was still firmly convinced that sex with him had been a monumental mistake and she was praying that she would be able to last the final day without spending too much time in his presence. It was a forlorn hope, but it was her only hope.

Gillian had tried to convince her that she was being stupid, but the toxic memory of Kevin in bed with his secretary only served to strengthen her resolve. No, she really didn't need any complications in her life right at the minute. 

Her stomach clenched as she entered the cabin nervously, but to her utter relief all signs of Rick and Gary had vanished. The only bag left was hers and quickly she grabbed her stuff from the bathroom and made a final check to be sure nothing was left behind. The sight of the crumpled bed where she had lain earlier gave her pause for thought, but she resolutely pushed the incendiary memories from her head.

Great sex was not a good enough reason to pursue another crap relationship. If she was really desperate for no-strings fun, there was always Paolo to call on. 

The cabin door swung shut behind her with a thump of finality and she made her way back to the coffee shop where Gillian was waiting. She passed a couple of their group and they exchanged greetings cheerfully. It was quite sad to think that today was the final day – all in all it had been a memorable four days. Not necessarily for all the right reasons, she thought wryly. 

She reached the Duty-Free shop and was about to walk past, when she abruptly decided to have a quick look inside. There wasn't much time left before they docked, but she had some Euros left over and she figured she could easily fritter them away on something frivolous. 

The sales assistant minced over hastily when he noticed her peering at the expensive shelves of perfume. "Would Madame like some help?" he asked smarmily.

She saw the price tag on a stylish bottle and shook her head. "No, thanks, I'm just browsing." Maybe buying perfume wasn't such a hot idea. All these designer brands were astronomically expensive even at duty free prices. 

The sales assistant looked disappointed and waltzed off to help some other unfortunate soul with a larger credit card limit. Louise moved down the display slowly, wondering why she was even bothering looking when clearly her Euros would barely afford her half a chocolate bar.

A familiar voice caught her attention and she looked up in dismay. Rick was stood with his back to her, debating with the camp sales assistant the merits of two different bottles of perfume. "Ooh your girlfriend will love this one," the man swooned dramatically. "All the ladies are buying this one at the moment!"

Girlfriend!

Louise felt her heart drop through the lime green carpet and for a moment she felt sick. Unable to listen to anymore of the conversation, she practically ran out of the brightly lit shop, her bag bumping against her legs painfully. It gave her no pleasure to realise she was right about him. Like the rest of the men she had ever known, he was a lying, cheating, scumbag who was after one thing only. She had played right into his hands despite her best efforts. God she felt such a fool.

When she walked back into the café, Gillian was talking to Sam and although she glanced at her curiously, she didn't have the opportunity to say much. In no time at all, the anonymous voice announced that the ship had docked and please could all passengers begin making their way down to their vehicles. Slowly everybody collected their bags and wearily headed for the stairs down to the lower decks.

"You look really pale," commented Brigitte as they unlocked their bikes from the railing.

"I'm fine," said Louise firmly. "Just tired I guess."

"Hey at least you didn't have the cabin next to Bob!" Brigitte rolled her eyes in disgust. "The amount of noise those three were making was unbelievable. I woke up thinking somebody had turned the porn channel on! Then I remembered that I was on the ferry and there IS no television..."

Louise smiled wanly. Not even the antics of Rebecca and Bob could cheer her up this morning.

The sight of Rick throwing some bags into the support vehicle made her feel sick again. He looked across the deck in her direction but she ducked down behind her bike and pretended to be checking her panniers. When she peered through the railing again, he had disappeared from sight. 

The crew man signalled for them to begin disembarking as all around them motor bikes revved up. One by one the cyclists pedalled towards the yawning mouth of the exit. Louise climbed back on her bike and stared ahead unseeingly into the misty gloom. Rallying her determination, she followed Brigitte's pale blue back across the deck towards the ramp.

Only a few hours to go and she would be free to go back to her previous life. The trouble was life would never be the same anymore; everything had irrevocably changed. She cursed Rick as she cycled off the Ferry and into the damp drizzle of another day.

Damn that man!




Ride Me, Baby! Ch. 07



By mid-morning the sun had broken through the clouds and blue sky was once again on show. Louise soon began to wish she hadn't worn her thick fleece, but she was pretty much stuck with it until they stopped for a rest. She stayed towards the middle of the long line of cyclists traversing an endless succession of winding country lanes. 

Cows mooed mournfully as they pedalled past and she scowled at them miserably. At least they didn't have to face the fact they'd been shafted both literally and figuratively. She rode onwards, determinedly focussing on the middle distance and trying to forget about the man who was somewhere behind her, probably making eyes at another likely target. Occasionally Alicia's irritating giggle floated down the line and Louise couldn't help but wonder if Rick was flirting with her now. It seemed anything was possible with that hateful man.

* * *

"Are you still torturing yourself?" Gillian asked her quietly when they stopped for lunch at a pretty village pub nestled beside a stream. The pair of them stood in the ladies toilets while Louise pulled her unruly hair back into a tight ponytail.

"No," she said firmly. "I told you this morning – he's an arse and that's all there is to it."

Gillian shook her head crossly. "I still think you're wrong about him," she said.

"No, trust me, I'm not!" Louise scraped the last few strands of hair into the band and stared at her reflection. She looked far better than she felt surprisingly. Her skin was tanned from the sun and she had a healthy glow to her cheeks. It was amazing what cycling and sex did for a woman, she thought bitterly. 

"Why, what else has happened?" Gillian leant forward curiously, sensing that there was something she had missed.

Louise quickly related what she'd seen in the Duty Free shop and Gillian sighed. "Maybe you've jumped to the wrong conclusion?" she said hopefully.

"No, I didn't." Louise applied some pink lipstick and threw her bits back in her pack. "Come on, let's go eat something." She was in no mood to discuss the incident further – what was the point? After a few hours she would never have to see the man again and that suited her just fine, thank you very much.

* * *

The beer garden was idyllic in the warm midday sun. Large umbrellas shaded the wooden tables and fragrant flowers bloomed cheerfully in terracotta pots. The landlord was a friendly soul who seemed more than happy to pass the time of day with them all. He noted their food orders and chatted cheerfully while he served drinks.

Louise took her pint of cider and walked back outside. She quickly glanced around to see who was sitting where before deliberately choosing a table at the end of the terrace, away from the rest of the group. Bob was sat near the wall with Rebecca and Lucy, apparently showing them the photos on his camera. Louise tuned out of that conversation; she had a strong suspicion that windmills and tulips didn't feature all that heavily in the selection.

The view stretched across the valley they had cycled along; endless fields of acidic yellow rape-seed and undulating green pasture. It was a stark contrast to the flat expanses of Holland. Louise rested her feet up on the bench and waited for Gillian to come and join her. She closed her eyes momentarily, enjoying the soporific warmth of the afternoon sun on her face. After the lack of sleep she'd endured in the last three nights, it was difficult to stay awake.

A slight movement of the bench jolted her eyes open again and she looked up expecting to see Gillian. 

"Are you ignoring me again?" asked Rick mildly. He placed his pint of beer on the table and sat down beside her, apparently not feeling an invitation was needed. 

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Sarcasm positively dripped from her tongue.

"Erm...the fact I've noticed a ten mile exclusion zone around you all day?" He raised his eyebrow questioningly and waited for her response.

Louise took a long slug of cider and fervently wished Gillian would hurry the fuck up. "Don't know what you're talking about," she said eventually, refusing to look at him as she sipped her drink.

"LOUISE!" Gillian yelled across the terrace. "Come and get your sandwich, I only have one pair of hands!" 

"Excuse me," she said with icy politeness. He looked mad as hell as she left him sat there while she re-entered the cool interior of the pub. Sweat trickled down her back and her nerves jangled painfully. Less than ten minutes ago she'd been starving. Now she just felt sick. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Did he not understand that she had sussed him out now?

"Here you go," said Gillian with a faint smile. Louise took the plate with a chicken baguette and side salad. Perhaps she could stay in here and hide for a bit. Perhaps he would really take the hint then? Or maybe he wasn't that sensitive – after all he was a man.

She followed Gillian back outside and noted with some irritation that Rick had moved and was now sitting with Gary, Alicia and Cindy. The four of them appeared to be sharing some amazingly amusing joke and Alicia was braying with laughter in her best donkey impression. Louise couldn't help but notice how the bitch rested her hand possessively on Rick's thigh as she turned and said something else to him with a flirtatious smile. 

A sharp pang of insane jealousy ripped through her in response to the overtly casual gesture. Rick must have sensed that she was looking for he turned towards her with the glass of beer glass raised half way towards his mouth. For a long moment everybody else in the vicinity faded out and it was only the two of them, their eyes locked in silent combat.

Louise broke the stare first. She could feel her resolve slipping in the heat of his blue-eyed stare and she forced herself to head for the table in the corner again. Gillian was waiting, already tucking in to her tuna roll with gusto.

"Wow, this is delicious!" she said enthusiastically. "I may have to order another one shortly."

Louise didn't reply. She was far too busy staring at the interesting pattern of cress on her plate. It seemed a good alternative to obsessing over Rick and Alicia. If she had to watch that woman touching him for much longer, she was worried that some kind of homicidal rage might take over. The ensuing headline, "Psychotic Cyclist's Killing Spree!" would hardly be welcomed as great publicity by their designated charity.

* * *

The sun was low in the sky by the time Gary announced that they had less than a mile to go. It seemed like another lifetime ago when the ride had set off from the shopping outlet in such high spirits. Now, after four gruelling days of cycling and partying, most of the women were feeling pain of some description.

Louise was certainly in discomfort; her shoulders were aching quite considerably. Her head was also aching after listening to Alicia for the last few hours. It was amazing how one woman could talk non-stop for so long, she thought bitchily. The fact that most of Alicia's conversation was directed at Rick had absolutely everything to do with her bad temper. 

Gillian had tried to engage her in chit chat several times, but Louise really wasn't in the mood. The finish line couldn't come soon enough as far as she was concerned. She just wanted to go home and bury her head under a pillow. The thought of a long soak in a hot bath followed by an uninterrupted nights sleep was like the Holy Grail. 

"Are you gonna do this again next year?" Sam said, directing her question to Gillian who was cycling in front of Louise.

"Ask me again when my blisters have healed," replied Gillian with a grimace. "The way I feel right now, my bike is going to the tip at the weekend."

Sam laughed. "Yep, you're not the only one!" she grinned. "Rick was telling me earlier about another ride Gary and he are organising later in the year. It's a coast to coast one, up lots of hills and stuff. It sounds pretty cool and I was thinking of signing up for it. Do you fancy it?"

"I might actually." 

"What about you, Louise?" Sam swivelled round and smiled brightly. "Would you be up for it?"

"No, I don't think so," she replied. Gillian threw her a sympathetic glance and Sam raised a curious eyebrow. 

"What's eating you?" she asked.

"Men trouble," Gillian interjected when Louise didn't reply.

"Ooh! That sounds interesting! Anyone I know?" 

Louise gritted her teeth and counted to ten. The last thing she needed was another autopsy on the whole 'Rick' situation. Besides, if Sam knew what had happened, she felt certain everyone else would shortly after. Discreet she wasn't.

The sound of cheering could be heard from the front end of the ride and fortunately Sam and Gillian's attention was drawn away from Louise's calamitous love life.

The tree-lined entrance road to the shopping outlet came into view and the relief on everyone's faces was palpable. They all found a final burst of speed and shot down the road and into the car park. There were lots of family and friends waiting with beer and hugs, but Louise had nobody. Her mum was in Spain and her father had been absent for years. The last she'd heard of him was a post card informing her he was shacked up with some bar maid from Cardiff. 

She felt positively deflated now that the ride was finally over. It was a real anticlimax. Accepting a can of lukewarm lager from Gillian, she wandered over to her car and began to take her bags off the bike. 

"Photo's everyone!" yelled Gary.

Pasting a smile on her face, Louise reluctantly walked back over and stood for the dutiful photos. Gary's wife was there, watching as they posed for the camera. She seemed blissfully unaware of what her husband had been up to in the last four days and Louise felt rather sorry for her. Poor cow, she thought darkly.

Once the photos were finished, everyone began to disperse amidst tearful goodbyes. Gillian gave Louise a huge hug and for the first time since they had come back, Louise felt sad to be going home. "Thanks for everything," she said. "I'll miss you!"

"Me too, it's been so much fun," replied Gillian with a grin. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to stop my legs from rotating tonight!"

"You'd better stop – or you're sleeping in the spare bed," growled a tall man.

"Sean!" shrieked Gillian. She leapt into his arms and they hugged tightly. Louise turned away feeling very much a spare part all of a sudden. The green eyed monster had struck and she wished there was someone who felt like that about her. 

Once her bike was secured on the rack, she was ready to go. Goodbyes had been said to all those she'd gotten to know over the last four days. Even Alicia had grudgingly said a few words on her departure, although Louise doubted she actually meant any of them. 

She and Gillian exchanged telephone numbers and promised to keep in touch once the dust had settled. "We'll go out for a drink soon," said Gillian. 

Louise nodded and thought that'd probably be fun. With a final wave, she climbed into her car just as she saw Rick heading in her direction. He looked like he wanted to talk, but she slammed her door shut and swiftly turned the key in the ignition. Before he was even close, she was gone with a screech of rubber on the tarmac.

Unable to stop herself glancing in the rear view mirror, she saw him standing, watching her leave. Her heart felt like it was tearing in two, but she knew she'd done the right thing. There was no way on earth she was going to allow herself to become involved with another cheating bastard. Oh no, stupid she wasn't.

* * *

"Wanna coffee?" asked Sally, noting the expression of horror on Louise's face as she reviewed her pile of work.

"Yeah," Louise sighed miserably. It was amazing how a few days off seemed to triple her workload. Even her email in-box was bulging with unprecedented volumes of spam. The way her day was going, she was still going to be sat here at midnight. 

Glumly she scrolled down the list of emails, sending all of the generous offers for cheap Viagra straight into the trash folder. When she saw one from Rick, she nearly hit delete on that too, but something made her open it up. 

It didn't say much beyond hoping that she was okay. It appeared to be a generic email forwarded to everyone on the team, encouraging them to collect their sponsorship money in as soon as possible. Despite reminding herself that she was not meant to be thinking about him, Louise couldn't help feeling hurt that he hadn't even bothered to send a proper message. Clearly he had forgotten about her already, which was less than flattering.

She finally hit 'delete' with a scowl and emptied her trash folder just for good measure. Once she had collected all her money in - that would be it, no more contact with him. She certainly wasn't planning on signing up for any more rides, unlike some of the other women. No, she wasn't a bloody masochist.

* * *

"Well done!" grinned Paolo as he handed over a ten pound note. His fingers brushed hers and he seemed reluctant to let go once she grabbed his money. 

"Thanks – it was fun," she smiled, retrieving her hand. Actually it hadn't all been fun, but she wasn't thinking about that these days. Rick who?

"Well anytime you need a massage..." Paolo's voice trailed off suggestively and Louise felt a shiver run through her. 

"Paolo!" a feminine voice yelled shrilly across the gym. "I'm ready for you!" 

They both turned around to see a peroxide blonde bimbo jiggling up and down on the spot enthusiastically. Paolo checked his watch and grimaced. "Fuck, she's early," he groaned.

Louise hid a smile and pocketed the cash quickly. "I'll think about the massage," she promised flirtatiously. In all honesty it was the best offer she'd had all week and she would almost certainly be thinking about it later. But she knew Paolo wasn't the one for her. She had no intention of being one of many.

"Anytime," Paolo reminded her with a wink. "My door is always open for you."

Louise grinned and gestured towards Miss Peroxide near the water cooler. "You'd better hurry – she looks desperate," she said slyly.

Paolo rolled his eyes and sauntered off slowly as Louise and every other female in the room admired his sexy ass. Yep, she'd definitely be thinking about that open door later. 

* * *

Louise sat at her desk counting all the cash and cheques she'd collected over the last two weeks. Everyone had paid up without too much hassle, even the legendarily tight Mr Foster, her boss. He had insisted on seeing photographic evidence to prove that she'd actually done the bike ride, but eventually he'd grudgingly signed his name with a flourish on the cheque. 

Now all she had to do was to post the money to Rick. He had sent her several emails since they'd returned from Holland. She had read each and every one, but replied to none of them. The last one had arrived this morning and was sent only to her, as opposed to every rider on the team like all the previous emails.

He wanted to know why she was ignoring him.

Naturally she didn't reply to that one either. It was fairly obvious why she was ignoring him as far as she could see. Which bit of lying, cheating bastard didn't he relate to? Louise felt her stomach clench as she thought about him for the zillionth time that day. Surely at some point she would forget about him. 

Wouldn't she?

She shoved all the cheques into an envelope, along with her sponsorship form, and debated what to do with the cash. There was no way she could send cash in the post – it would never find its way past the sorting office. The obvious solution was to write a cheque from her account to cover the amount and keep the cash. Quickly she scrawled the figures, keeping one eye firmly on the door. If Mr Foster walked in and saw her doing personal stuff on his time, he'd have another go at her. She was still reeling from the last dressing down.

Sally appeared and hissed loudly, "Mr Foster is on the war path!" before vanishing again, a huge stack of files balanced precariously in her arms.

Louise hurriedly shoved everything into the envelope and sealed it shut. She managed to drop it in her bag and return her attention to some accounts just as Mr Foster stormed into the office, an expression of imminent doom on his face.

"Why haven't I seen this months sales figures yet?" he boomed crossly. 

Possibly because you've been too busy ogling your new secretary? "I've just emailed them over, Mr Foster," Louise hurriedly assured him with an efficient smile. 

"Good," he grumbled and she breathed a huge sigh of relief when he swept out on a potent cloud of Lynx aftershave.

Tonight she would shove the sponsorship money in the post box and then she could forget all about Rick. Or at least that was Plan A. 

Plan B involved electro shock treatment in the nearest asylum.

* * *

A few days later another email from Rick landed in her in-box. For a while Louise looked at the subject line, 'Sponsorship Money!' and thought about opening it. Eventually, with a sigh, she labelled the email as SPAM and watched with satisfaction as it was moved into the spam folder. From this point onwards, every email he sent would be blocked. 

It was intended to give her a feeling of power. Instead it left her feeling like shit. Would she never find respite from this affliction? She spent the rest of the day with her head buried in the month end accounts. It wasn't fun, but at least it stopped her thinking.

By the time she walked inside her flat, Louise could feel a monstrous headache brewing like a tornado. Her temples throbbed painfully and small white dots kept fluttering across her peripheral vision like snowflakes. Even two painkillers and a soak in the bath did nothing to alleviate the tension. 

Eventually Louise lay down on the settee, wrapped in her fluffy robe, and shut her eyes. It seemed too early to go to bed, but she had no inclination to do anything other than vegetate. In the background the television spewed out the usual inane mid-week crap and she drifted off into a semi stupor.

When the door bell rang shrilly, it took her a while to realise it was hers. She padded down the hall, rubbing her eyes as she wondered who the hell could be calling at this time. She certainly wasn't expecting anyone.

"Hi," said Rick politely when she opened the door.

"What the hell are you doing here and how did you find out where I live?" Louise exclaimed rather ungraciously.

"You wrote your address down on the entry form and I was forced to come round because you refused to answer my emails about THIS." He held up the cheque she'd posted and she saw immediately that she had forgotten to sign it.

Louise felt her face flush with heated embarrassment and she wished fervently for a very large hole to swallow her up. "What emails?" she asked innocently, hoping against hope that he believed her.

Rick raised one eyebrow sardonically. "Do you think maybe you can sign this now?" he said coolly.

That stung. Louise suddenly felt very much in the wrong despite her unflinching belief that he was a total bastard. "You'll have to come in for a moment while I look for a pen," she said reluctantly, stepping to one side and allowing him entry.

* * *

"Nice place," he commented as he stood in her living room while she rooted through the drawer. 

Why was it that when the one time she needed a biro, there were none to be found anywhere? The knowledge that she was stood in her dressing gown with fluffy socks on her feet did nothing to alleviate her stress levels. 

Eventually a chewed looking pen surfaced amongst the debris of photographs and assorted rubbish. She scribbled on a piece of paper to make sure it worked and fortunately it did.

"Give that cheque," she said, refusing to look him in the eye.




Ride Me, Baby! Ch. 07



Rick handed it over and waited patiently while she signed her name. "Thanks," he said politely when she gave it back to him. "I'd best get off so I can be out of your hair."

"Oh is your girlfriend waiting?" Louise couldn't resist asking. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them instantly. 

He stared at her in surprise, his blue eyes drilling into hers relentlessly. "Girlfriend?" he repeated carefully.

"Yes, girlfriend, the one you bought the duty free perfume for." 

"Oh that perfume." He shook his head regretfully. "Bit of a waste really – she had a hissy fit and I never had the opportunity to give it to her. Women eh?"

Louise suddenly had the distinct impression he was laughing at her and she couldn't work out why. "Maybe she thinks you're a lying bastard?" she suggested crossly.

Rick looked thoughtful for a moment. "Or maybe she's just stroppy, temperamental and has enormous trust issues?"

"Oh that'd be right – blame the woman's hormones!" Louise felt like slapping the supercilious grin off his smug face. What a sanctimonious bastard! 

She was about to flounce off towards the front door when she saw him reaching inside his denim jacket. Her heart began to thump painfully within her chest as she realised what he was holding.

The delicate bottle caught the light and the rose pink liquid held within sparkled. It looked expensive because it was. She remembered the smug sales assistant proclaiming how all the ladies were wearing this particular scent this season.

"So," Rick said with a smile, "do you think this particular woman might be able to put her issues to one side long enough to accept a gift?"

Louise felt like banging her head against the wall. She couldn't believe she had allowed her paranoia to destroy everything. Oh how stupid she'd been. Maybe Gillian had been right all along – maybe Rick wasn't like all the other scumbags. 

Maybe he was the real deal.

"Who says I have issues?" She stared at him through her thick eyelashes and wondered if he would ever be able forgive her stupidity.

"A certain friend of yours explained to me why you were so bloody distrustful of my gender." 

It had to have been Gillian. How dare she spill all Louise's personal stuff! The traitor!

"Before you go off on one again," Rick said hurriedly, "She only told me the sparsest details. She also threatened to castrate me if I hurt you..."

"And will you?" She wanted to trust him, but it was so damned hard.

"Louise..." He reached out and grabbed the lapel of her dressing gown. The sound of her beating heart almost drowned out his next words. "You have to learn to trust again – let me be the one to prove to you that not all men are idiots who don't appreciate a good thing when they see it."

He pulled her close and she felt the heat of his body through the thick denim of his jeans. For the first time all evening, the thumping pain inside her skull began to slowly recede. 

"Believe me," he continued in a husky voice, "I know a good thing when I see it."

She heard the words and saw the sincerity in his eyes, but still the doubts threatened to tarnish her budding sense of hope. "Was the perfume really for me?" she asked hesitantly, eying the pretty bottle on the arm of the settee.

"Actually, no, it was for my elderly aunt. She's a big fan of Britney Spears..."

Louise fixed him with a hard stare and realised he was laughing at her. 

"Of course it was for you, silly!" he grinned. "I wanted you to know I was looking for something more than just sex. Unfortunately my grand plan kind of backfired on me." 

"I'm sorry I got the wrong end of the stick," she apologised ruefully. 

"Not important now," he replied, pulling her closer. "Right at this moment I have other more pressing things on my mind." 

"Which might be exactly?"

"Well...I was thinking of where the best places to apply perfume are." He picked up the bottle and pulled the small gold cap off. "Apparently pulse points are the best. First we'll try the neck..." 

Louise tilted her head to one side as he squirted a small amount of the perfume onto her neck. 

"Hmm that smells good," he commented. "Now we'll move a little lower. The wrists are also a good place." He grasped her arm gently and pushed up the sleeve of her dressing gown. The soft touch of his lips on her sensitive skin caused her to suck in a sharp breath before he dabbed some scent on her wrist.

"Now we'll try some less obvious places," he said. "Between the breasts is a good one. As the skin warms up, the scent continues to waft outwards."

Carefully he parted the folds of her dressing gown, revealing her silky slip. The robe slithered off her shoulders and fell into a heap on the carpet. Louise felt her desire rising swiftly as he slowly ran a finger from her throat, down the swell of her breasts and into her cleavage. He squirted a tiny amount of perfume in the hollow between her breasts and rubbed it into her skin.

"Where else is a good place?" she asked shakily. 

"Well," he whispered, "There is a pulse point at the top of your thigh, but to be honest I prefer your natural perfume there – it turns me on more."

He grasped the back of her thighs and pulled her sharply into the cradle of his hips. The heat of his bulging erection throbbed through the thin fabric of her slip and she gasped sharply. God how she wanted him at that moment... 

Nothing else mattered but the feel of his hard body inside hers. It was suddenly incomprehensible to think she'd spent so long denying herself this pleasure - and all because some dickhead had been stupid enough to cheat on her. Oh what a fool she'd been.


His lips claimed hers in a heated kiss that spoke volumes about his intentions towards her. She knew in that instant he was not going to be leaving anytime soon. But that was okay – she didn't want him to leave now.

Louise wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her aching body against his. Her headache was long gone; washed away in the maelstrom of desire sweeping through her feverish body. 

The bottle of perfume dropped to the floor, discarded as Rick explored her body slowly. His hands moved up from her hips, reaching the swell of her breasts and gently cupping her soft flesh. 

She was powerless to prevent a tortured moan escaping as he rubbed the hard crest of her nipple. His lips reluctantly left her mouth and he kissed a blazing trail down her neck, eventually pushing the silky fabric aside and feasting on her breasts.

The feel of his hot wet mouth on her aching nipple was wonderful. Louise grabbed his head and pulled him closer, feeling the sweet ache building within her body. 

"Touch me," she gasped. 

"Here?" he replied, sliding a hand up her thigh slowly. Teasing fingers reached the wet centre of her body and she cried out as he entered her. 

"Oh yes..." 

Frantically she pulled at his tee shirt, anxious to feel his naked skin against her skin. The slip she was wearing fell down from her shoulders and pooled round her waist as he continued to torture her with his skilful fingers. 

Suddenly she felt him scoop her up effortlessly and lay her down on the settee. He spread her trembling legs and she felt the first tentative touch of his tongue on her aching pussy. It was nearly her undoing. The tension built as he explored the swollen folds of her sex, tasting her and teasing her clit while he gently fucked her with his fingers. 

"Yes," he breathed as he raised his head for a moment. "This perfume is by far the best."

He moved up and kissed her breasts again, bathing her hard nipples in wet saliva before standing up and stripping his shirt and jeans off. 

Louise sat up, her cheeks flushed and her body humming with desire. This was the first time she'd really had a chance to admire his body. His chest was muscled with a light sprinkling of dark hair and she could see his cock bulging through his shorts.

She ran a finger across the shaft, enjoying the way he groaned when she squeezed him through the fabric. Looking upwards with a teasing smile, she pulled his shorts down, exposing his cock to her avid gaze. Small drops of pre-cum leaked from the tip and she flicked a tongue out, scooping them up with pleasure.

"Oh fuck, if you keep doing that I won't last five minutes!" he groaned.

Enveloping the end of his cock in her mouth she gently slid her lips down as far as she could, swirling her tongue around the head before releasing him with a wicked grin.

"So that's not a good idea then either?" she asked teasingly.

He pulled her up and kissed her with bruising force. "No, its not," he said harshly. Thrusting a hand between her legs, he rubbed across the slick folds of her pussy, immediately chasing all rational thoughts from her mind.

She writhed against him, clinging on to his body as her legs turned to jelly. The first spasms of pleasure began to flutter deep inside her and with a muffled cry her orgasm hit hard. Lost in the depths of her pleasure she was vaguely aware of being thrown back onto the settee, before he thrust inside her, his hard length filling her up to the hilt.

"Oh yes!" she gasped, wrapping her thighs around his waist as he pounded into her willing body. 

Any doubts she may have once had were long since obliterated in the raging heat of desire. As her second climax washed over her, she decided that the future was an unknown quantity and there really was no point in worrying about it. Then she stopped thinking at all and just allowed herself to wallow in the blissful sensations rippling through her body.

She felt him gasp as he came, flooding her with delicious heat deep inside. With a groan he collapsed to one side and pulled her into the sticky curve of his body as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

"We could go for a bike ride in the morning," she suggested eventually, drawing small circles on his chest with her nail.

He chuckled lightly. "The only thing you're going to do tomorrow is ride me, baby!" 

* * *

Thanks, Brett, for your proof reading and suggestions - you're a star!

I'm doing another charity bike ride at the end of the year, so there'll be further adventures from Rick, Gary and Louise to be written. I do think somebody needs to sort Gary out...lol