Off Trail Intimacy

A deep azure sky accompanied by a light cool breeze is the recipe for a nice summer day. Temperatures were in the 80's with no trace of humidity.  Sloane had dropped by my home to say good morning. She was letting Siobahn sleep late. She knew my wife was kayaking, so her visit was safe. I was in the garage tuning up my hybrid bicycle.

"Oh, I see you like to cycle," she said.

"Yes, a friend and I cycle every Friday. We ride  20-25 miles. It is beneficial cardiovascular exercise, and we like riding the rail trails."

"Rail trails, what are those?

"Communities have taken abandoned rail lines and converted them to bike trails. They are paved and relatively flat with  little incline. We are by no means Tour de France riders, but more like leisurely sightseers," I explained.

"Sounds like fun. Could we try one today? 

"Are you prepared? We wear padded biking shorts, it can be torture on your posterior, I warned. 20-25 miles is a long way if you're not in shape, even if the trail is flat. I'm willing to go if you want to give it a shot. Why not ask Siobahn if she'd like to join us."

"I will do that," she replied.

Sloane went back to the house, and I went in to look for clothing that would be suitable for a ride. I had extra shorts and cycling shirts that they both could use. I knew Siobahn had a bike she never used. With my bikes, we would be all set. I soon got a text from Sloane telling me that both she and Siobahn would love to take in a ride. 

I took out cycling jerseys but had no luck finding anything close to appropriate shorts. Nothing is worse than a ride without padding. There was no way I could offer my wife's, so they may have to go with just shorts.

After attaching my bike rack to the truck, I proceeded to Siobahn's, where I inflated her bike tires and did a safety check to make sure everything was operational. Siobahn met me in the garage, where I gave her cycling jerseys to wear. 

Siobahn told me that she used to cycle many years ago before her husband passed. She saved their gear and had the shorts issue covered.

She went back in to change while I strapped her bike to the bike rack. Upon leaving, I presented with quite a sight. For anyone familiar with cycling, the outfits are form-fitting. Both women looked stunning. In addition, both had decided to go braless their nipples protruded tantalizingly through their jerseys. It also appeared that they both had gone commando, but I couldn't be sure.

We piled in and drove to the site of a rail trail that  I often traverse. It has beautiful scenery, an old converted trestle, and also borders a river. The girls were thrilled.

Off we went. I let both go first as I wanted to make sure both would be ok and to be quite honest, I liked the view.  Both filled out the riding apparel wonderfully.

The air smelled fresh, birds were singing, the ride was progressing better than I had expected. After about 5 miles, Sloane slowed a bit and asked if we could take a break. I said that ahead there was an area to pull off which had a nice view of the river.

We soon stopped and grabbed some water. Sloane said she wanted to rest a bit and enjoy the view. Siobahn was more energetic and wanted to go on. I suggested that she should go on. I would stay with Sloane so she wouldn't be alone.

There was a path worn out to the river. Sloane wondered if it would be ok to walk down to the riverbank. I couldn't see any harm in it. We both walked down. I noticed that Sloane had unzipped her jersey somewhat. When she leaned forward, I got a glimpse of her puffy nipples. 

Of course, that got things stirring in my shorts. I wasn't expecting anything of any consequence. We soon got to the riverbank, parked our bikes, and surveyed the beauty before us. It was serene, only the sounds of nature surrounding us.

I sat down against a large oak tree surrounded by lush wild grass.  As Sloane stood looking off into the distance, I marveled at her beauty. She was not as gorgeous as Siobahn, but with that form-fitting outfit, her figure was stimulating.

As she stretched her arms above her head, her breasts seem to yearn for freedom, and her camel toe made it quite clear that there was nothing underneath those shorts.

"I'm going to lie down here and relax for a few minutes if that's alright with you," she said.

"Sure, go right ahead."

Sloane walked over, turned, and sat between my legs with her back leaning against my chest.

"This is comfortable and I can still watch the river flow by. Don't you agree?"

"Yes," I stammered. 

Sloane had to feel my ever-lengthening erection against her but made no mention of it. She reached up and stretched both arms up and around my neck. As I looked, I could see inside her jersey and noticed her nipples had started to harden. 

 She then looked up at me, "Go ahead, feel them, you know you want to." she cooed.

Without a word, I unzipped her jersey and began fondling softly as the cool breeze made her puffy nipples erect. 

"Ooooh," she cooed softly, "This is just heavenly."

I thought so too but was a bit uncomfortable as she was resting against my now very hard cock.

There are no openings on biking shorts. There was no way, other than removing them, that I could get any comfort.

"Let me scootch up a bit and help you out," she said. I think you need to get something out in the open, so to speak," Sloane chuckled.

She rose enough for me to slide off my shorts but stayed still facing away from me, straddling my hard-on. Her shorts remained. She began rubbing my cock against her pussy lips which pushed out against her shorts. 

I was in command of her breasts while she commanded my very stiff member.  I rolled her nipples between my fingers and gave them a gentle squeeze. It made her rub my cock against her pussy even harder. 

My desire to kiss and bite her nipples was tortuous, but she insisted on remaining in our present position. We could still kiss and sensually suck on each other's tongues which made me even harder if that could be true.

We were oblivious to our surroundings when we looked up to find Siobahn standing over us.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here??? I cannot leave the both of you to your own devices. It looks like you're both enjoying the serenity. Mind if I join you??"

"Sloane, sitting on him with your shorts on won't do for either of you. Let me help you with them. Sloane let Siobahn remove her shorts and then sat back down on me. Siobahn then unzipped her jersey, peeled off her shorts, and stood naked before us.

Her nipples were stiff. She had a lustful look as she knelt before Sloane. There is something about being naked outdoors that is stimulating. The breeze against your skin accentuates every feeling. 

Siobahn leaned in and began kissing Sloane, long and deeply. Each of them intertwining tounges and sucking them as well. Almost as if performing fellatio.

I continued to minister to Sloane's hardened nipples but could now play with Siobahn's as well. Sloane was now rubbing my engorged member against her swollen, very moist pussy lips and her hardening clit. I could feel her bud against my stiffness. I was amazed at how hard it was.

  Sloane was deriving a great deal of pleasure, evidenced by how passionately she was kissing Siobahn. Both women uttered soft guttural tones. I continued to gently pinch and squeeze Sloanes nipples as she continued to rub against my cock. She took her hands and pressed my hard-on to her slick mound but not wanting penetration. 

Sloane continued to work on Siobahn's nipples which were right before her. As she was doing that, I noticed Siobahn fingering herself feverishly. She was as wet as Sloane and was dripping on my leg. 

Sloane's legs began to stiffen and close around my cock. Her breathing became short. She was close, and I wanted to bring her over the edge. Siobahn knew this too and made her kisses more passionate. 

 What I didn't realize was that Sloane had tightened her legs and increased her rubbing. The rubbing was affecting my frenulum, and I couldn't hold out for long.

It was as erotic as I could have ever imagined.  Three of us engrossed in total sexual immersion without penetration. 

Suddenly Sloane stiffened. A series of rhythmic contractions began as she started to squirt uncontrollably. I, in turn, started to spray cum over Siobahn as I came without a hand ever stroking my cock. Siobahn began to emit guttural tones and sprayed all over Sloane as she came as well.

We all collapsed upon one another in one very wet mess. None of us could say anything but just looked at each other blissfully. I now wondered if we had enough energy to finish our ride.