4 comments/ 28451 views/ 5 favorites Needing a Ride By: Lia Monde Gina felt the strong urge for a hard and satisfying ride. It hadn't been a particularly bad week at work, but leaving on a Friday always felt good. She couldn't wait to shed her practical business outfit, loosen her hair from its tight bun and abandon her reserved professional demeanor. Conscious of a low level tension in her body, Gina needed to get some exercise and relief. Nothing got her out of office-mode quicker than some intense, physical activity. Just the thought made her grin. As she left, her boss waved and gave her a rote, "Have a good evening." Gina returned the wave and said with enthusiasm, "I hope to have a great evening." Fortunately, the weather was balmy on the late spring day and there were several hours of warm daylight remaining. She had learned from experimentation that a stimulating ride in the open air was the fastest path to relaxation and being energized. In the past year, Gina did it as often as circumstances allowed. Therefore, she left work promptly and headed home to get the weekend started with a rush. In her bedroom, she peeled off her skirt, blouse, hose and underwear. She released her hair and gave her scalp a quick massage. Standing in the warm sun of the window, she arched her back and gave her muscles a long, deep stretch. She felt like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. Shaking her head and pushing her dark red hair off her face, Gina turned to her bureau and considered what to wear. Normally, when she was going for a bike ride, it was a quick matter of slipping into her black bike shorts, sports bra and an old white t-shirt. However, today she had in mind what she thought of as bike ride-plus. Instead of just exercise wear, Gina put her mind more in the mode of a costume. Something eye-catching. Subliminal. She opened one of her lingerie drawers. Fingering through the selection of finery, she picked up several items, examined them, and then dropped them back into the pile with a shake of her head. She wanted something that sent a certain message. Reaching a red, low cut bra with a front clasp and lace accents, Gina held it up in front of her. The bra was blatantly sexy and the material was thin enough to reveal the outline of her nipples. Smiling, she spoke out loud, "You'll do perfectly, my pretty." Sliding her arms through the straps, she closed the snaps and lifted her breasts into the cups. Adjusting the fit, the bra did its job of lifting her tits and revealing plenty of cleavage. Pausing for a moment, she closed her eyes, ran her fingers down her arms and then slowly across her breasts. It gave her body an involuntary shiver and she felt warmly sensuous. Getting in the mood, Gina pawed through her panties and found what she was looking for. The white nylon panties were decorated with a feminine pattern of dime-sized, bubblegum pink polka dots. With high cut sides and a snug fit across her behind, red trim accented the waist and leg openings and a cute bow decorated the front. As she pulled them slowly on, her work-a-day business persona continued to melt away. Snapping them into place and smoothing her bottom, Gina confirmed the sheer front enticingly revealed the outline of her curly red bush. The sight shifted her into a more feminine frame of mind. No longer Ms. Vergina Cotrell, just Gina. Single. Young. Available. Moving to another drawer, she completed her outfit. Instead of a loose fitting t-shirt, she decided on a tight, low-cut camisole top. The princess seaming pulled it snug across her breasts and they strained to burst out. The flimsy material was pastel pink and semi-sheer. Thin spaghetti straps did nothing to conceal the bright red lace of her bra straps. Across her breasts in a flowery script was written the word "ANGEL". The final touch was one of her most girly items. It was a very short, pleated cheerleader style skirt. The fabric was lightweight in a red, white and black plaid design. It rode low on her hips and there was a gap of flesh between the skirt's waistband and the bottom of the camisole. As she did a practiced twirl, it took very little for the skirt to rise up and give a flash of her undies. Usually for exercise, she wore no make-up. However, for today's performance, glistening bright red lipstick was mandatory. Gina rolled it on heavily and licked her lips seductively. She applied a generous splash of a favorite, floral perfume. Looking in the mirror, she saw a steamy vision. Revealing, feminine, innocent and wanton. Posing back and forth, she said softly, "Ideal. Just the look I wanted." Practicing a seductive pout, she blew herself a kiss, "This will reel them in like free crack for an addict." She knew most men couldn't help themselves when confronted with certain images. Long legs and lots of skin. Girly pink and trashy clothes. Nipples clearly visible and skirt barely concealing. Ultra-feminine and designed to press male buttons. It was guaranteed to cause whiplash in every male head from 12 to 62 as they turned to stare. They didn't stand a chance. Confident and eager for the hunt, she pulled pink and white Nikes onto her bare feet. Gina collected her abundant hair into a loose ponytail and pushed it through the opening in the back of her white baseball cap. The cap had the letter "I" followed by a pink heart on its front. Truth in advertising, she thought. Finishing the look, she donned her wrap-around sport sunglasses with the mirror lenses. At first glance, even her business associates wouldn't recognize this saucy seductress as the serious Ms. Cotrell they knew. Gina grabbed some snack bars and her water bottle and stored them in her under seat bag. She lifted her twenty-one speed road bike from its rack and moved quickly outside. Mounting the seat with her skirt barely covering her bottom, she pedaled quickly away. She intended her attire to tantalize the boys, but not too close to her home. A girl had to separate business and pleasure. She got into a rhythm and maneuvered toward the local bike path. Her normal exercise routine was to go out fast to open her lungs and break a sweat. Today, she didn't want to be sweaty too early. Reaching the bike path, her typical route took her to the left and circled through her neighborhood. Today, she steered right in a direction she reserved for special occasions. She rode purposefully for the first few miles. After going a safe enough distance away, Gina slowed down and took in her surroundings. The bike trail started in the center of the city and followed an old railway right-of-way along the water toward the suburbs and ultimately to the countryside. The minimal road crossings gave it sound protection from the worst of the urban noise and allowed serious bikers to maintain a high cruising speed. While generally flat, there were some rolling slopes, plenty of curves and interesting features. It sliced through a variety of neighborhoods, yet, it was below grade and well-treed, which gave it a park-like feel. The occasional glancing blows along a commercial strip offered shops, restaurants and bars. The last of the 'commuting' bikers heading home from work were quickly giving way to sport cyclists, joggers, dog walkers, mothers with strollers, roller-bladers and lovers. An eclectic mix. It conveyed a relaxed, natural, weekend feel. She pedaled along slowly to soak in the ambiance. Gina also wanted to test the effect of her outfit. With every knee pump, her skirt slid along the top of her thigh. Each stroke it threatened to reveal a scandalous view of her underwear. In fact, when she reached a certain speed, the breeze caused her hem to lift and give a flash of her panties in a most unladylike fashion. Putting an exaggerated sway in her shoulders and her hips, she could feel the male eyes fixing on her as she passed. Some stared blatantly. Others did a classic double-take head twist after seeing her out of the corner of their eyes. A couple of wolf whistles were directed at her. She rewarded them with a dazzling smile and a nod. One poor soul passing her on his bike, could barely keep his balance as he wrenched his neck around for a second look. Men walking with their wives or girlfriends tried to be more furtive in their glances. But, the annoyed looks of their companions betrayed they'd been caught. Gina reveled in the attention. She had intended for her skimpy clothes and fleshy display to be arousing. The fact that it worked so well had a feedback on her and her own libido started to simmered. It was time to get down to business. As she pedaled, she began to assess the runners and joggers her age. There was a wide selection in all shapes and sizes, but a good number were attractively fit. Assessing the prospects, she eliminated those in pairs and groups. She was looking for someone out alone. Gina believed she had a good eye to make quick and accurate judgments of people from first impressions. Therefore, she screened out some prospects that were problematic. Some were moving very fast and were extremely focused on their exercise. Frequent glances at their watches or wearing a heart rate monitor usually meant they were so into their exercise regimen; they were probably very intense or narcissistic. Others were just too darned pretty or moved as if on display. While they were tempting, today she didn't want the competition. In this fantasy play, she wanted to be the one to preen and pose and look drop dead gorgeous. She felt like Goldilocks, looking for someone who was "just right". After a few minutes, she spotted a likely candidate. A hundred yards ahead, he was running in the same direction she was riding. Even at this distance, she got a good initial vibe. He moved with a relaxed and fluid pace. It was a long straight, slightly uphill, stretch of the bike path. She slowed her speed to allow time to pick up more information on her initial reconnaissance. As she approached, Gina saw he was blessedly free of all electronic devices. No cell phone, blackberry or Ipod. It told her he didn't need a constant electronic tether and preferred the natural sounds to a musical cocoon. It matched her own preferences. She also liked his running clothes. A simple, cut-off t-shirt in deep green and black cotton shorts. Not overly fashion obsessive. She thought it spoke of someone likely to be confident and unpretentious and grounded. Gina knew this was a terrible double standard given her meticulously planned outfit. But, she felt that was her prerogative as a girl. Adam gave a shake of his head and shoulders to loosen the tension. He was almost two-thirds through his run and was getting the high that kept him exercising regularly. He was breathing deeply but without undue exertion. The moderate temperature and low humidity meant he wasn't soaked in sweat. He appreciated the slight, but cooling breeze that was now at his back. The occasional views of the river were distracting and made the distance pass quickly. Riding just behind him, the details of his body came into focus for Gina. Well toned, yet not overly sculpted arms and legs. Short brown hair. And a tight ass to die for. She was feeling better and better about this guy. Now to pass and get a look from the front and, hopefully, make a dynamite first impression. He sensed the bike passing him before he saw it. Surprisingly, it wasn't sound, but perfume. He was struck by a scent that whispered of flowers and femininity. He turned his head to look at the source just as the rider announced herself by saying, "Passing on your left." Adam couldn't suppress a look of surprise. This was not what he was used to seeing on the exercise path. His eyes were drawn to the skimpy and provocative outfit. It was totally incongruous, but in a fabulous way. His first thought was that it practically screamed, "Fuck me." It was the type of outfit girls wore while parading on a boardwalk at the beach, not here, which was dominated by standard issue exercise gear. As she moved past, he lifted his eyes from her breasts to her face and saw she was attractive and with a pleasant smile. Not turning her head so as not to be too obvious, Gina eyed him surreptitiously. Fortunately, like most men, he wasn't looking at her face. While he ogled her breasts, she did a quick scan. His clean shaven face was strong and handsome in an outdoorsy way. She checked and saw no wedding band. His green shirt was emblazoned with the single word "Army". She could believe it was more than just a decoration and it would explain his fit body. His facial expression registered a primal lust. She controlled a satisfied smile. His obvious attraction to her appearance combined with his rugged good looks started to stir similar feelings in Gina. This was going better than expected. She pulled in front of him. Now that she couldn't see him, Adam stared unabashedly at her back and behind. His field of vision narrowed to her bare flesh and rhythmic motion. Despite her outfit, she was clearly a serious exerciser. Her thighs were athletic and powered her up the incline. She started to pull away from him and he unconsciously accelerated to keep somewhat close. This sexy vision was a great side benefit to the run and he wanted to enjoy it as long as possible. Gina resisted the temptation to turn around and make eye contact. She wanted to be obvious, but was sophisticated enough to know that if she was overly aggressive, it could chase some men away. Instead, she stood up in the pedals and pumped up the last section to the crest of the hill. It had the added effect of swaying her dress and guaranteeing he had a clear upskirt view. If, he was looking. She felt certain he was. Having pulled away, she was almost out of sight over the rise. Before she disappeared from his view, Gina stopped and dismounted to catch her breath, take a drink of water and let him catch up. To stall for time, she bent over and pretended to re-tie her shoelace. Just as Adam despaired of losing contact, the rider stopped. Even though he was moving up hill and near the end of his run, he kept a fast pace to close the gap in the hope of getting a closer look at her body. Gina wiped her brow. With a sidelong glance, she saw the runner was getting close. With a deliberate motion, she put her head back and took a long drink from her water bottle. It had the effect of thrusting her chest out and stretching the already tight fabric across her breasts. It afforded a perfect view of all her curves and assets. The rider was standing at a 90 degree angle to the path. When she raised her arm to drink, her shirt rose to expose more flesh of her flat stomach and her tits almost burst out. Adam made no effort to conceal his gawking. Her appearance was captivating. Her red bra showed clearly through the stretched fabric of her top. Carnal thoughts raced through his mind. Gina lowered the bottle just as he was upon her and looked directly at him. This close-up view confirmed what she had seen fleetingly before. He was attractive in a healthy, friendly and unpretentious manner. She also saw the additional detail of deep, dimensional blue eyes. Since she was clearly looking at him, Gina gave him a slight nod of acknowledgement. Adam returned her nod with one of his own. For the first time he saw the "I love" logo on her hat and thought, "I bet you do". As her eyes followed him as he passed, he felt on the receiving end of a close scrutiny. It created the sense of a nascent connection similar to what he experienced in a bar when both people assessed and knew they were being assessed for possible pick-up potential. However, he was unprepared for it in this setting. He felt disadvantaged. First, since he was moving, he only got quick glances, rather than the more measured looks he did in clubs. Also, there, he was mentally prepared and usually put some thought into his appearance to maximize a positive impression. Finally, since she was wearing mirrored sunglasses, he couldn't completely read her signals. The last thing he wanted to do was misread the situation. Perhaps, she was just a friendly person out for a ride and being neighborly, despite her tarted-up appearance and provocative movements. He was intrigued, but he didn't want to do something inappropriate because of his misguided, sex-driven fantasies. Adam looked back over his shoulder. She was staring at him and gave him a fetching smile. Turning forward, he was confused. Was something going on here or not? He usually wasn't so uncertain. If this was a seduction, it was the kind he and his friends fantasized about, but that rarely happened in real life. Momentarily enjoying the tree-fringed view of the languorous river from this vantage point, Gina gave him a moment's head start while pushing her breasts up to expose even more cleavage. Then, she mounted her bike to press the pursuit. Leaning forward with her hands on the drop bars, her breasts jiggled provocatively and threatened to bounce out with the slightest excuse. She continued to draw the attention of every male she passed. But, Gina gave them little notice in return as she focused on the target ahead. Continuing the cat-and-mouse game, she changed tactics. Having just stared openly at him, this time she would let her body talk. As she passed a second time, she didn't speak or look at him. Rather, she accentuated the movement of her hips and shoulders as she pedaled. Adam was thrilled she was still going in the same direction. He'd thought her stop might be a turn-around point. When she passed, his eyes snapped to fixate on her body. Though her speed only allowed a flash, it seemed as if her breasts were magically larger. The roll of her hips and the sway of her body were hypnotic. Her full ponytail swung slightly in rhythm with her pedaling. It occurred to him that she had to be aware of the flirtatious effect she was having. It aroused him that this was an intentional tease. The word 'vixen' crossed his mind and brought an involuntary grin to his lips. Since they were now moving down hill, she coasted quickly away from him and disappeared from sight where the trail curved. So much for that fun, he thought. The incident had made him pleasantly horny. Not that he was ever very far from that state. He let his mind daydream lecherous thoughts about the 'mystery woman' as he was approaching the end of his run. Adam was to join his buddies later and he resolved that they would definitely have to try and meet some willing girls tonight. Rolling down the hill, Gina started looking for a spot for her next ploy. Once out of his line of vision, there was a short straight away that wouldn't work because of thick trees on one side and open yards backing up to houses on the other. But after a short distance, the path became windy with a low embankment on the river side that was about twelve feet above the path. The trees were thinner and with only scattered underbrush. She quickly stopped at a point about one hundred feet from the last curve. She knew she only had a few minutes to get ready. Looking around, she picked up a stick that was about thumb thick. When there was no one nearby, she bent down and thrust the stick between the chain and the front gear. Leveraging it up and rotating the pedal, Gina dislodged the chain from the sprockets and forced it between the gears. Moving the pedal, she confirmed the chain was firmly jammed. As others passed on the path, she kept her back to them and acted as if she were adjusting her bike. She declined an eager offer of assistance from a young man. When he insisted that he could easily fix the problem, she icily made it clear that she didn't want his help. Some other time would have been nice, but she already had her sights on someone else and wanted the playing field clear. Adam rounded the bend and Gina was less than fifty yards ahead. She was squatting in profile beside her bike and apparently playing with the gears. He slowed his pace and enjoyed the view. Needing a Ride When Gina saw the jogger, she began to execute her mentally rehearsed plan. Trying to move the pedal, she let her hand slip off and bang the bicycle. Emitting a little squeal of pain, she brought her fingers to her lips and sucked on them to ease the pain. When he was within yards, Gina stood up, still looking at her bike, and with a frown gave a little stamp of frustration. Just as Adam reached her, she turned and her face showed first an expression of recognition and then quickly a wordless, feminine plea for assistance. She wasn't sure he'd stop. Adam took in the scene, kept moving for a second, then turned, caught his breath and said, "Can I help you?" With her brightest smile, Gina said, "Oh, would you? I can usually fix this myself, but it seems really jammed." Returning her smile, Adam said, "That happens sometimes. Let me take a look at it." Stepping up, he examined the chain and played gently with the pedal. It was clearly a quality bike so he was careful not to be too rough. He wanted to make the best possible impression. Gina deliberately played the part of a helpless female. However, she moved around and stayed close enough so that her exposed breasts and short skirt were frequently in his line of vision. "The chain is in there tight, but we should be able to work it loose. I'm going to flip it over so it's easier to get at." He easily lifted the bike and rested it upside down on the handle bars and seat. Adam knelt and for a few minutes he pulled the chain up and tried to rotate the pedal to dislodge it. On the first few attempts, it wouldn't budge. "Please don't hurt your fingers." Gina said with sincere concern. For a moment, she worried that she'd jammed it too hard. "It's more dirty than painful," Adam said through gritted teeth as he pulled on the chain. He was determined to fix the problem. This was too good an opportunity to be the hero for him to fail. Looking around on the ground, he conveniently found a short stick nearby. He used it to leverage the chain against the gear and with slow steady pressure pulled the chain loose. "There it is." He said with a smile and relief. Gina was impressed, not with the repair so much as the muscles that he revealed in freeing the chain. "Oh, that's wonderful." She said and gently touched his shoulder. "Now, it's just a matter of replacing it on the gears." Adam said as his fingers performed the task. "As good as new." He smiled at Gina as he spun the pedal and the chain whirred smoothly. He stood, righted the bike, and set it on the kickstand. Touching his forearm, Gina said, "Thank you. You're a real prince to rescue me from my distress." Adam thought that such a phrase could have sounded trite or silly if accompanied by a schoolgirl giggle, but from her it came across as playful and charming. "It was simple, really." He glanced down at his grease-stained hands. He was tempted to wipe them on his pants, but, thought better of it. Gina noticed, "Oh, you've gotten filthy on my bike." "No big deal. I'll just clean them on the grass." "Wait, I've got some Wet Ones in my bike." Gina turned and unzipped the pouch under her seat and extracted some towelettes. It allowed Adam to stare at her behind without revealing his lust. Gina ripped open the package and started to wipe his hands. "That's OK, I can do it." "Nonsense," Gina insisted as she pulled his hand toward her and held it almost touching her breasts. "It's the least I can do for your help." She slowly worked the grease from his fingers. Adam was nonplussed. He rarely had such close physical contact with a strange woman. Much less one this attractive and giving off such strong sexual signals. He began to be aroused and started to worry that his running shorts would do little to conceal his excitement. Trying to control his emotions, he said, "Thank you, thank you, that's fine, they're clean." And noticed his words came out a little rushed and with a tightness in his throat. Fortunately, he thought, she appeared not to notice. Grinning to herself, Gina immediately picked up on his discomfit and worked it to her advantage. She moved closer so only inches separated their bodies. "There's just a little bit more. Let me get these last few spots." While his fingers were basically clean, she softened her touch and slowly stroked them in a sensual manner with the damp cloth. "You have very strong hands." "Thanks." He mumbled. Feeling both awkward and excited, Adam stood silently and let Gina rub his palms. He inhaled her pleasant perfume. While she looked down at his fingers, his eyes were riveted on her breasts and her lacy bra. Usually, he was comfortable in trying to pick up women, but for some reason he felt out of his element. Perhaps, it was the speed with how things were evolving. Or the location. Or her penchant for touching his bare skin. This woman came across as an unusual mix of female stereotypes. Ultra feminine, yet athletic. Reserved and frilly, but confident and assertively sexual. He tried to catch his breath and regain his bearings. Finishing up her work, Gina lifted her face and said, "I'm sorry I interrupted your run. I know how great it feels to get into a rhythm." She blew lightly on his hands to dry them. As she dropped his hands, Adam said, "It's not a problem. I was just finishing." He was relieved to change the topic from his hands and have the opportunity to take the initiative. "How about you? Do you live nearby? I'm sure I would have remembered you if I'd seen you here before." "Aren't you sweet for saying so?" Gina said in a deliberately flirtatious manner and tone. Then, she continued without giving any specifics or hint of her identity, "I live closer to town, but I love to ride out here near the water. In fact, this is my turn-around point. I stopped because I like to sit by the water to have a snack and enjoy the view before I head back." "It's a great view." Adam agreed. His mind was raced with how he might extend their conversation and perhaps get her phone number. Before he had the chance, Gina delivered her own pick-up line, "Would you like to join me, I've got enough for two and I'd love the company of the Prince Charming who came to my rescue." She accompanied it with her most practiced come hither smile and eye bat. Internally, she giggled that she would stoop to such tactics, but that was part of the fun of the chase. "I'd love to." he answered. Once again, Adam felt one beat behind this incredible woman. He resolved to just go with the flow and see how things developed. "Wonderful. Let's go up there." Gina said pointing up the embankment. "There's a nice view and it gets us away from all this traffic. Do you think you could carry my bike?" "Sure." Adam lifted it by the cross bar and turned to the knoll. Gina led the way. The slope was short, but steep. That was part of the location's attractiveness. She knew he would have a close and unobscured upskirt view of her panties and ass. She also knew that if she pretended not to notice, then she could stay just this side of acting completely slutty. For the moment. Following behind her, Adam inhaled sharply as she leaned into the slope. His face was only feet away from her exposed panties and shapely ass. Her bottom was exquisite and the view of her playful polka dot panties sent a shot of electricity to his groin. Despite her coy approach, he was certain this was part of an intentional come-on and he was enjoying it immensely. Barring some blunder on his part, he was confident he'd get her number and something might develop down the road. Gina heard his involuntary gasp and knew it wasn't from the exertion. Pleased by the success of her ploy, she pressed on full bore. Reaching the top, she turned and extended her hand. Bending over, her breasts rolled forward toward his face. "Here, grab me.", she said. While meaning her hand, only a blind man would miss the double entendre and not be sorely tempted to reach out and touch her inviting mammilla. Adam's eyes widened and jaw dropped open as his view of her ass was replaced by a close-up of her precariously perched breasts. They weren't the largest he'd ever seen, but they seemed idyllic, ripe and temptingly available. He shook his head to change his expression to avoid appearing completely boorish. In doing so, his footing slipped and he took her hand to steady himself and take the last step up. Just as he made it, he felt her hand on the top of his thigh giving him a final helpful boost. But, it also lingered just a second longer than necessary, and there was the hint of a playful squeeze. Again, it was just below the threshold of being blatantly obvious. He knew he was being teased and the hormones that were kicking in wanted him to put down the bike and ravish her right there. But, his rational side knew he couldn't. The signals were just ambiguous enough not to allow him to act. Instead, he propped the bike against a tree and turned to her to better read her signals. He immediately damned the fact she was wearing mirrored sunglasses. Her face was friendly, but unreadable. He couldn't detect any intention in her eyes. Gina stepped past him to her bike, but not before noticing the excitement starting to tent his running shorts. She handed him her water bottle and removed two snack bars from her seat pouch. "Let's sit over here." She moved to a grassy spot that was virtually flat and faced the water. Gina kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes. Adam followed her in a lust created, semi-daze. She sat cross-legged facing the water and her skirt climbed dangerously high on her spread thighs. He plopped next to her. They sat and watched the setting sun glisten on the water as they chewed on the health bars. Although they were out of sight, the bike path was only feet away and the sounds of people were easy to hear. Pondering his next move, it occurred to Adam that he didn't even know her name. "My name is...." Before he could say it, she reached over and put a finger on his lips. The twisting motion caused the bare skin of her leg to rub electrically against his thigh. "No names." she said with a conspiratorial smile. "Mystery adds to the excitement. Let me just call you....Prince." His thoughts continued to spin in a swirl of exhilaration and frustration. Adam got another strong scent of her perfume. "What do I call you?" She leaned in even more provocatively and slowly ran her fingers across the word emblazoned on her breasts. "Just call me, Angel." Adam could no longer just passively react. Her floozy outfit and salacious behaviour was too much. He placed a hand on her naked thigh while saying, "That beautiful name fits you, Angel." Gina was hot with the afternoon's anticipation and the rush of controlling the situation. She felt flushed with the touch of his hand and the built up sexual tension. Leaning in to his ear, she whispered, "Would you like some dessert?" Aroused by her warm breath on his ear and the intimate whisper, Adam replied, "I'd love some. What is it?" "Me." Gina replied. Before he could do more than twitch in surprise, she leaned her body against him and kissed him hard on the lips. Thrown off-balance, physically, as well as mentally, Adam rolled back onto the grass with Angel sprawling on top of him. In an almost involuntary motion, he placed his hands on her hips and enjoyed the sweet touch of her moist lips. When she broke off the kiss, they were both breathing heavily. Gina leaned back and adjusted her legs to straddle his stomach. Her blood was racing. Her ball cap had been pushed back on her head. She took it off, tossed it next to her bicycle and pulled her red hair loose from the ponytail. The sunglasses remained in place. "You're a great kisser." she said, and leaned back in for another. This one was more tender, but it barely concealed her passion. This risqué connection was what she was hoping for all afternoon. Adam pulled her against him and stroked her back through the soft material and continued down to her thighs. The touch of her cheerleader skirt triggered all his schoolboy fantasies. His senses were alert and his penis was stiffening with every minute. His mind was overwhelmed by the fantasy of being seduced by an attractive, hot and willing nymph rapidly becoming a reality. These things never happened. Especially, not with a complete stranger. As her lips moved in a series of feather kisses across his face, Adam's fingers began a rhythmic dance on her lower back and hips. A loud laugh from the path startled Adam from his reverie. Looking around, he confirmed no one was there. Gina had not interrupted her movements. She placed a gentle kiss on his ear and said, "Don't worry, Prince. No one can see us." Adam was torn between his increasing fervor and his keen sense of being exposed in a very public place. He thought quickly and said, "Let's go to my place, Angel. It's not far." Gina stopped kissing and said in a tone that was both teasing and challenging, "What's the matter, Prince? Don't you like the fresh air and the natural setting? I thought all men dreamed of this." "Yah, we do." And then realizing how stupid that sounded, he amended, "I mean, I do. I love it. It's a great place. You're great." When she laughed, it was not sarcastic or demeaning. Rather, it was warm and enthralling and expressed a playful joy at his natural discomfit. It was also loud. Angel was clearly not inhibited by the outdoors or the proximity of potentially prying eyes. In fact, the risk of discovery seemed to stir her on. Gina knew men, and knew there was no chance he was going to leave despite his misgivings. But, she enjoyed his internal struggle between lust and decorum. It spoke to willingness for adventure that was tinged with common sense. To urge him on, she raised the sensual stakes. No words were necessary. She slowly licked her bright red lips and moved her hands lightly on his arms. Finally, she slowly started to rock her hips applying extra pressure to his excited groin. Her enticing foreplay stimulated her as much as she was certain it did him. Not wanting to blow this opportunity, but with the last shot at caution, Adam played the gentleman card, "I just thought you'd be more comfortable in bed." Widening her smile, Gina leaned forward and rubbed her breasts erotically across his chest with their faces almost touching. In her most throaty voice, Gina delivered her coup de grace, "That's nice, Prince, but I can't wait." That was it. Adam was pushed over the tipping point. Discovery or no, he wasn't stopping now. With a surge of energy, he enveloped her. This time, he initiated the kiss and pressed his tongue against her tarted up red lips. They parted and sucked his tongue inside. Gina arched her back and drove her body down on him in a blatantly sexual move. She thrilled at his intake of breath and his counterthrust. This entire situation was her favorite current kink. Controlling anonymous sex with a handsome stranger. Dangerously vulnerable in the open. Her body and mind were aflame with the risk and the sensations. She played it to her fullest making every motion and sound an intentionally lurid tease. Adam abandoned all misgivings and gave himself fully to the moment. His hands floated across all parts of her body. The crimson sunset created a halo around her frizzled hair. Their bodies began to find the harmonic rhythm and feedback of mutual arousal and pleasure. The sunbeams reflecting off the water created a magical backdrop. Angel's perfume blended with the springtime fragrance of emerging flowers to create an earthy and intoxicating bouquet. The sun reflected off the mirrored lens of her sunglasses like fine cut jewels. It accented the sense of mystery. Grabbing his wrists, Gina guided his hands to her breasts. She tilted her head back and with a gentle breeze in her face, Gina enjoyed the soft fondle. With his finger, he slowly traced the "ANGEL" script on her shirt with stimulating pressure. She twitched as the finger crossed each of her nipples. They stiffened and grew. As she straddled his body, her hands rested on his chest. Grabbing his green Army t-shirt, she yanked it upward and pulled it roughly off over his head. Oblivious to the small twigs and pebbles under his back, he returned the action. First, Adam ran his hand along the exposed skin at her waist between the fringe of her camisole and the top of her mini-skirt. The ticklish motion produced a shiver and a giggle. Then, moving his hands behind her back, he maneuvered the tight top above her breasts and over her head. Even in the diminishing light, the bra was bright red and radiated sexuality. He feasted on the show. Her heaving breasts and clearly visible nipples stoked his passion. This time he didn't need her to guide his hands back to the fleshy globes. As his fingers worked the thin material and supple flesh, they produced a corresponding symphony of pleasurable moans. He adjusted his hips to accommodate his excited member realizing that he was quickly ramping up to an orgasmic release. With eyes half-closed, Gina soaked in the stimulation of the sexual dance. She became aware of a tightening in her loins and dampness in her panties. Her hips continued a gentle rocking motion that applied pressure to her vagina and his penis. Voices and laughter floated from the nearby bike path and boats on the water. Lost in their own world, this time neither reacted. The eastern sky began to darken and gave a hint of the approaching black and silky night. Gina leaned forward and gave him a long, light kiss. She whispered, "You're very good. You're hands alone could push me toward the edge. But, I'd like more." Answering through the soft red hair engulfing his face, Adam caressed her mind, "Your skin is beautiful. Your hair is gorgeous. And you...are a goddess. I'd love to give you more. In fact, I don't think I could stop myself." Lifting his head, Adam initiated a deep kiss that evolved into tongue twisting titillation. He simultaneously released the snap on Angel's bra and liberated her breasts. The warm skin and aroused nipples played across his chest, further exciting them both. As she had throughout, Gina made the next move. Lifting her body, she took the waist bands of both his running shorts and his underwear and removed them down his legs. She stood and tossed them aside toward the water. The released penis pointed skyward. Leaving her skirt in place, Gina removed her polka dot panties with an exaggerated shake of her hips. In a blatantly provocative move, she held them to her nose and inhaled deeply. The intoxicating aroma of her feminine juices mixed with the perfume brought a blissful smile to her lips. Watching this striptease, Adam's craving built. The warm breeze on his exposed skin was like a thousand gentle touches. He wanted to consummate this act immediately. He began to sit up and reached for Gina's leg, saying, "Come here, Angel, I've got to have you now!" Gina stopped his rise by placing her bare foot gently on his chest and pushing him back down. "I'm coming, my Prince." She took her panties and dropped them deliberately onto his face. With a quick step, she straddled his prostrate form. As he breathed in her essence, Adam's penis twitched and pulsed. Drops of precum, shined on its tip. When he removed the underwear from his face, his eyes looked up between her spread legs. The view confirmed she was a natural red-head. The background scene of sky and trees and water was a gorgeous canvas framing the beautiful creature who had enchanted him. Adam's mind spun in reverie. Gina lowered herself toward his thick rod. She paused just as her school girl skirt settled onto his skin and the hair of her cunt tickled the top of his penis. Adam couldn't control himself any longer. His hips lifted to try and penetrate her gorgeous slit. Simultaneously, his hands reached for her athletic thighs and pulled to join their bodies. Needing a Ride Settling her bare ass on the top of his legs, Gina rested a palm on his chest. With her other hand she grabbed his cock and gave it a couple of squeezes. Then she rubbed it across her thick, curly red pubic hair and stimulated her love nest. With eyes closed and head rocking gently, her hand guided the penis back and forth across the hard point of her clitoris. The warmth deep in her body increased. Wild with desire and the tension over-stimulating his senses, Adam's body cried out for relief. He placed his hands on top of Gina's and directed his dick toward her dripping vagina. Gina ended her drawn out cat-and-mouse game and gave in to their base needs. With a deep inhale, she lifted onto her knees, momentarily savored the tip of his penis at her opening and then slid onto his warm shaft. As Adam slowly split her lips and filled her, she luxuriated in the reality of the long anticipated intercourse. With his penis being enveloped inch by inch into the warm, tight and welcoming tunnel, Adam heaved a sigh of satisfaction. For a few seconds, they both froze to enjoy the realization of their lustful desires. In their over-heated state, that pause was brief. From the extended mental and physical foreplay, they were both near the cusp. Gina shifted her position to lay forward and completely cover Adam's body. As their lips met, their bodies began to rock to maximize the stimulation. No words were passed. Brief moans and yips accompanied the focused groping and swaying. Adam was tightly focused on the fabulous, tactile agitation of the piston movements of his cock driving deep into Angel. But, on some level, he was simultaneously conscious of dozens of other sensations flooding his mind. Her strong perfume. The slap of her tits against his chest. His hands working her buttocks through the evocative material of her skirt. The bizarre anomaly of her mirrored glasses lending an air of anonymity to this most intimate of acts. And, the otherworldly reality of consummating this carnal tryst in plain view of anyone who heard their grunts or simply stumbled by. It was mind-blowing and he savored the waves of emotions and excitement. Engulfed in the action, Gina bit her lower lip, pumped her legs and squeezed the cock hard. Their sweat-glistened bodies slid easily and the stimulus on her clit and vagina magnified. She rode him hard as she cooed through harsh breaths and he grunted in return. With orgasm imminent, Gina shifted into high gear for a final sprint and picked up the pace of fucking. Adam's hands and arms and hips were a frenzy of motion. Gina let out a building crescendo of screams of, "Yes...YEs...YES!!!" that echoed through the woods and across the water for any passersby to hear. There could be no mistaking the cause of the joyous exclamation. Her body shook at the culmination of their mutual fevered assault. Gina's pussy clutched Adam's penis and glorious, flowing warmth washed over her. Adam felt the involuntary spasms of his dick take over and with a few final thrusts erupted deep inside Angel. For several lecherously timeless moments, Adam was taut with the pleasures of the sublime release. Gina relaxed on top of him loving the addictive electric thrill of satisfaction. The setting sun scorched the soft clouds with a palette of yellows, oranges and reds as a perfect complement to the rainbow of blissful emotions saturating their minds. Minutes passed as the intimate strangers basked in the moment. Gina was the first to recover and rouse herself. This type of adventure not only released her tension and relaxed her muscles, but it energized her mind and body. Shaking loose of his penis, she pulled herself to a kneeling position on his chest. Shaking her head to straighten her hair while re-hooking her bra, Gina said, "I really needed that ride! You are very, very good, dear." Still in a post-coital stupor, Adam was barely conscious of her movements. Catching his breath, he grinned at her ego-stroking compliments. Eyes closed, he whispered, "You were great, too, love. Honest, this is the greatest sex I've ever had." "Why, Prince, you'll make me blush." Gina toyed as she quickly pulled on her shirt and slipped her feet into her nearby shoes. With a quick motion, she swung off his body, stood and straightened the pleats in her skirt. Lethargically rolling to his side on the grass, Adam got another distracting view of her glistening, red pubic hair as she bent to pick up her water bottle. When she picked up her panties and started to pull them on, Adam belatedly realized she was preparing to leave. "Wait, wait," he stammered. "Don't leave." Putting her baseball cap on and adjusting her glasses, she said with a laugh, "Oh, but I have to, Prince. It's getting dark and there's telling what might happen to an innocent girl in the woods at night." Befuddled, Adam started to rise, but self-consciously realized he was completely naked except for his shoes. He looked around for his scattered clothes. Moving away from Gina toward his pants and underwear down the slope, he looked back at her and said, "Let's talk a minute. You're the best girl I've ever met and I don't even know your name or face." Putting her hands to her breasts, Gina smiled and sincerely said, "That's touching. But I must go." With a little curtsy, she said, "Thank you for rescuing me. You've made my fantasy come true." With that, she turned, easily lifted the bike, and started down the slope. Seeing that she was leaving, Adam snatched his pants and stumbled to the top of the knoll. When he could see the bike path, Gina was about to mount the bicycle. A middle-aged couple strolling by looked up and were startled to see the nude man standing above them. Oblivious, Adam shouted to Gina, "Will I see you again, Angel." Starting to pedal away, Gina looked back with a wave and a laugh, "In heaven, my Prince. In heaven."