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Sammi's Ride
by Cirsium (barn_owl@rocketmail.com)
***
A wife daydreams about a college encounter she had with
a strange man. (F-solo, MF, cons)
***
After dinner, Sammi said to her husband; "Ron, watch the
kids while I take a bath."
She slipped out of her sweaty clothes in the upstairs
bathroom and ran a tub of just perfect warm water in the
large old-fashioned cast-iron white enamel tub. It was
big enough for two. Ron and she had played in the bath
more than once.
Sammi eased herself into the big tub. Her muscles
unknotted and relaxed in the warm water. Her skin turned
ruddy - such a delicious feeling. She soaped herself
with lavender-scented soap and washed off the sweat and
dirt from her adventure in the forest earlier that day.
She sunk neck-deep into the warm water, relaxed further,
and slipped into a reverie. With a big grin she
remembered her afternoon lovemaking with her brother-in-
law Jacob beside the trail in the forest.
Sammi had always been faithful to Ron and still couldn't
believe she had been that naughty. She felt a little
guilty. But she lay in the soothing bath feeling
delightfully, deliciously, thoroughly, completely,
absolutely fucked - the best in a long time.
Sammi hadn't been that naughty, she thought, since ten
years ago as twenty-one-year old college student. She
languidly ran her hands over her breasts and between her
legs as she remembered that bike ride back one college
day.
***
Back then Sammi attended Loyola University. She loved
the classical looking buildings of the downtown Chicago
campus - flutes and columns and gargoyles. Cars, buses,
bicycles, pedestrians filled the busy city streets
around the campus. She loved to stand outside and feel
the rush of traffic around her and to look at the
soaring buildings - old and new - of Chicago's Loop.
What a difference from the small farm town in Central
Illinois where she grew up. Sammi's parents hadn't
wanted to send their innocent small town girl off to the
big city. She convinced them because an older friend
from town went to Loyola.
Her parents couldn't know, but Sammi wasn't so innocent.
As a high school cheerleader, she had discovered
handsome, muscular jock boyfriends were a lot of fun -
in a variety of places, positions and erotic adventures.
Sammi woke up one Saturday morning in her dorm room. Her
senior year had only just started and she didn't have a
boyfriend - what a drag. It must have been the dream;
she woke up horny. "Damn, I wish I had a boyfriend," she
thought. Sammi liked her fun, but she liked to have it
in a committed relationship.
She lay in bed and stripped off her t-shirt - the only
thing she slept in. Images of cute guys and tight butts,
muscular arms and hairy chests, long legs and nice hard
cocks filled her head. With her hands, she rubbed
herself all over. It only took a few minutes for her to
give herself what she thought of as a "fast-food finger
fuck" - appeases the craving, but doesn't really satisfy
the appetite.
Sammi's moans and shouts woke Janet, a young women in an
adjacent dorm room. The sounds coming through the wall
excited Janet, so she pulled down her pajama bottoms and
began to play with herself too. Janet's groaning, added
to Sammi's noises, woke more people up.
The girls with overnight boyfriends began a nice brisk
morning fuck; the other girls masturbated. Soon the
whole dorm floor sounded like the primate house at the
Lincoln Park Zoo - grunts and groans, wails and howls.
This tempted Sammi to do herself again, but, hell, she
was always horny.
She pulled on a pair of skintight black cycling shorts -
the kind that supported her tummy, thighs and ass and
pressed tightly against her crotch. Just pulling on the
tight shorts aroused Sammi again. "What am I going to
do?" she thought. "Wack off a hundred times today?"
Damn, she wished had a boyfriend.
She decided to wear the cycling jersey without a bra.
The silky material rubbed against her breasts and
nipples in way she really...liked. She felt very sexy in
her cycling outfit. She gathered her long auburn hair
into a ponytail and put an elastic band around it.
Checked herself in the mirror. Liked what she saw.
Sammi put on her helmet and fingerless biking-gloves,
rolled her bicycle to the elevator, out the door and
then headed out into the Chicago hum. Her bike was a
mean, lean machine. Shimano gears and derailleurs,
center-pull brakes and special crankset, custom post and
saddle, special handlebars.
Sammi had spent a small fortune on her bike. It gleamed
- not a speck of dirt - and smelled of lubricants and
cleaners from the special care she lavished on her bike.
Guys turned as she wheeled by. They weren't checking out
her Shimanos. Her pretty face, long auburn ponytail,
rounded hips, nice ass, her long, tan, toned legs and
just buff enough arms, the way her breasts strained
against her jersey, made every guy between fourteen and
sixty think about....
Sammi loved the masculine attention, but, sigh, wondered
why no boyfriend.
The way to the lakefront led through a maze of streets
and ramps - and beware the crazy Chicago drivers.
Finally the asphalt path, sixteen miles, that lead past
parks, soccer and softball fields, beaches - and the
cool, deep blue waters of Lake Michigan. She headed
north through the last of the downtown. Since she lived
midway along the path, her round trip would be about
fifteen miles.
Joggers and walkers, cyclists and skaters filled the
pathway. She pumped and worked her way up the gears to a
good pace - dodging all the traffic. Sun on her face,
lake air rippling on her skin, blood coursing through
her body, deep full breaths - "Ahhhh!" Sammi yelled for
the joy of it - like a kid.
She really pumped hard - sprinted. Up off the saddle,
muscles straining, breath heaving, sweating, wind in her
face - speeding - flying along. And then she slowly
worked her way back down the gears. Let herself coast
along. Felt that warm rush of endorphins through her
body.
And then, wham! She was aware of the saddle rubbing her
inner thighs, the tight shorts pulling at her hips,
butt, legs, crotch, the jersey stimulating her breasts
and hardening nipples. My god, she was so aroused she
thought she would hump her bicycle right there!
"PFFTTT!" Clatter. Flat tire. Damn. Braked. Jumped off.
Pushed bike to side of path. Inspected. Thank god the
rim was okay. Sammi took the tire off its fork with the
quick-release lever and got out her tool kit. She
scrambled around inside looking for tire levers. Without
tire levers - little wedges of plastic - she couldn't
pry off the tire off the rim and then patch the tube and
put it all back together again. Helpless. Hopeless.
Really pissed.
Sammi tried to wave down a couple of cyclists to see if
they had levers. But Chicago being Chicago, they ignored
her and rode by. Then she saw a vision take shape in the
distant haze - a serious, hardcore cyclist on a $2,000
bicycle. The heavily muscled thighs and calves, firm
ass, the lean, strong upper body.
Closer, and she saw the angular planes of his face, the
strong jaw, full lips, aquiline nose, thick, black hair
peeking out of his helmet. Maybe he had tire levers -
and more, she giggled to herself.
"Need help?"
"No tire levers." She shrugged her shoulders and held up
her open palms. They pushed the bikes out of the dirt by
the busy path and into a clump of bushes about twenty-
five feet away. Skillfully they set to work fixing the
tire. Arms grazed. Thighs touched. He thought how he
would like to ask her out for a drink, but they were
headed in opposite directions. Sammi thought about how
she might get this hunky stranger back to her dorm room.
"Well, that about does it. Guess I'll be on my way."
They both stood up, almost touching. Sammi was lost in
sort of an erotic haze. She couldn't believe what she
did next. Her toolkit "accidentally" tumbled to the
ground in front of him. She got down on her knees to get
it and was eye level with a pleasing bulge in his tight
bicycling shorts.
He gasped as Sammi slid his shorts down his hips. She
took his cock in her hand and put the tip in her lips.
He stiffened immediately and couldn't believe his luck.
Sammi thought, a stranger, a total stranger. But she
wrapped a hand around his shaft and cupped his balls
with her other hand. Her mouth bobbed wetly up and down
on his nicely big and thick cock.
He tensed. Sammi knew he was about to come, but she
wanted hers. She wasn't coy. "I want you to fuck me,"
she said.
"Here in this dirt?"
"No, take me from behind on our hands and knees." They
both quickly shed their shorts. Sammi knelt and clutched
a strong branch in front of her. With her other hand,
she guided the stranger's prick to the opening of her
pussy. She was so wet he popped right inside. Sammi
frantically fingered her clit while the stranger played
with her tits and plunged in and out. As he pumped in
and out and she pushed back against him, their loins
made a lewd slapping sound.
She was so hot for cock - it had been almost six months
- she exploded almost immediately. She cried out loudly
in orgasm after orgasm. The stranger grunted loudly as
her pussy sent contracting waves around his cock. He
pushed all the way in and began to flood her with hot
semen. It was so intense for him he lost his balance
and they tumbled to the ground.
After a minute they hurriedly dressed. Stood, embraced,
kissed. "Thank you," Sammi sighed.
"No, thank you," he replied.
They wheeled their bikes to the path and headed off in
opposite directions.
She turned her head and called, "What's your name?" But
the stranger was already too far away.
***
Ten years later, in the home she shared with Ron and the
kids, she lay in the big bathtub dreamily remembering
the only time she had balled a stranger. Sammi suddenly
became aware that she was frigging her pussy with two
fingers of one hand and rubbing her clit up and down and
around with the other. Her hips were humping against her
hand and sloshing water all over the floor.
A cool breeze wafted across her. She opened her eyes and
Ron was standing in the now open doorway of the
bathroom. He laughed. "I wondered why you were taking so
long," he said. "Having a little fun without me?"
"Err, what time is it?" She gave him a big lusty grin.
"Don't worry, the kids are already asleep."
He stripped off his PJs and got in the tub facing her.
He was already hard from watching her. "Come on baby."
He helped slide up over and onto to his cock. As she
rode him up and down, moaning and groaning, she imagined
the whirring of bicycle tires...
Insatiable Sammi.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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