LITEROTICA PODCAST
LIT CAMS (200 Free Tokens)ADULT TOYSVOD MOVIES

Cycling is sexy

Promised you to write about my yesterday's ride, so here it is. Sorry for the delay, I wrote it yesterday, but had zero time to post it. And forgive my errors, I am a French speaking gal.


I often bring my road bike in my car to work and go for a ride during lunch. I arrive at the office very early to be able to do so. A colleague sometimes rides with me, but yesterday I was alone, and I had my Kuota, which is my backup bike. Yesterday at noon, the weather was fantastic, a summer-like day on this 21st of October. I set off on the bike path along the river, and the light on the water was beautiful.

I was feeling great, and even against the wind and on the climbs, I was fast. The wind was warm. Pure happiness. As usual, I passed along all kinds of electric vehicles, often ridden by people barely older than me, and often younger. I overtook them with the same ease as always. Of course, there were also many cyclists on road bikes. In the distance ahead of me, one of them. The closer I got, the more I realized it was an old man. His position on the bike was certainly not what it used to be, and I slowed down a bit as I passed him. His bike was no longer new either, but it was gleaming and of a beautiful blue. The man appeared even older than I had initially thought, but his clothes were fashionable, and his helmet seemed recent. The cyclist was slim and upright, and we exchanged smiles as I passed him on his left.

A few meters further on, I stopped at a traffic light. The old man came to a stop as well, next to me. Our eyes met. Without hesitation, I spoke to him. "Sir, you are my hero today. I don't know your age, but you are on a real road bike, not an electric one. Your bike is very beautiful, but more importantly, you are amazing and an inspiration to me!"

A radiant smile lit up his face. His beautiful wrinkles, a testament to his long life, were those of a man who had smiled often. I liked to think that cycling had something to do with it. The man moved closer so I could hear him well, despite his slightly soft voice and the noise of the cars. "You are beautiful yourself, miss ( Mademoiselle in French), and at 83, I consider myself simply lucky to still be able to do what I love and what makes me happy." I burst out laughing, wholeheartedly. "You are very kind, but it's been a long time since I was a 'miss'!"

"You are to me; a beautiful miss." Still smiling, I moved closer to him. Without thinking much, I said, "I think that deserves a hug!" The elderly man seemed to think it was a great idea. And there we were, both of us at the intersection, as the light turned green, hugging while straddling our bikes. I pressed my chest firmly against his, and I heard him chuckle softly. "You're making my day, miss!" "You're making mine too, sir!" We parted ways, warmly bidding each other farewell. I told him to keep riding and to stay happy. I assured him, as a pharmacist, that it's the best medicine in the world. That made him laugh. Seeing the time, I decided to turn back and finished my sunny ride with a nice tailwind helping me getting back to work pretty swiftly.

A large smile never left my face.
 
Iza1972 said:
Promised you to write about my yesterday's ride, so here it is. Sorry for the delay, I wrote it yesterday, but had zero time to post it. And forgive my errors, I am a French speaking gal.


I often bring my road bike in my car to work and go for a ride during lunch. I arrive at the office very early to be able to do so. A colleague sometimes rides with me, but yesterday I was alone, and I had my Kuota, which is my backup bike. Yesterday at noon, the weather was fantastic, a summer-like day on this 21st of October. I set off on the bike path along the river, and the light on the water was beautiful.

I was feeling great, and even against the wind and on the climbs, I was fast. The wind was warm. Pure happiness. As usual, I passed along all kinds of electric vehicles, often ridden by people barely older than me, and often younger. I overtook them with the same ease as always. Of course, there were also many cyclists on road bikes. In the distance ahead of me, one of them. The closer I got, the more I realized it was an old man. His position on the bike was certainly not what it used to be, and I slowed down a bit as I passed him. His bike was no longer new either, but it was gleaming and of a beautiful blue. The man appeared even older than I had initially thought, but his clothes were fashionable, and his helmet seemed recent. The cyclist was slim and upright, and we exchanged smiles as I passed him on his left.

A few meters further on, I stopped at a traffic light. The old man came to a stop as well, next to me. Our eyes met. Without hesitation, I spoke to him. "Sir, you are my hero today. I don't know your age, but you are on a real road bike, not an electric one. Your bike is very beautiful, but more importantly, you are amazing and an inspiration to me!"

A radiant smile lit up his face. His beautiful wrinkles, a testament to his long life, were those of a man who had smiled often. I liked to think that cycling had something to do with it. The man moved closer so I could hear him well, despite his slightly soft voice and the noise of the cars. "You are beautiful yourself, miss ( Mademoiselle in French), and at 83, I consider myself simply lucky to still be able to do what I love and what makes me happy." I burst out laughing, wholeheartedly. "You are very kind, but it's been a long time since I was a 'miss'!"

"You are to me; a beautiful miss." Still smiling, I moved closer to him. Without thinking much, I said, "I think that deserves a hug!" The elderly man seemed to think it was a great idea. And there we were, both of us at the intersection, as the light turned green, hugging while straddling our bikes. I pressed my chest firmly against his, and I heard him chuckle softly. "You're making my day, miss!" "You're making mine too, sir!" We parted ways, warmly bidding each other farewell. I told him to keep riding and to stay happy. I assured him, as a pharmacist, that it's the best medicine in the world. That made him laugh. Seeing the time, I decided to turn back and finished my sunny ride with a nice tailwind helping me getting back to work pretty swiftly.

A large smile never left my face.
Click to expand...
Iza, your writing is as eloquent as your body, simply beautiful with all the correct curves, nuances, and pleasure for us readers. Thank you, and this is a testament to just how beautiful you are both on the outside, and on the inside.

:rose::rose::rose::rose:
 
Iza1972 said:
Promised you to write about my yesterday's ride, so here it is. Sorry for the delay, I wrote it yesterday, but had zero time to post it. And forgive my errors, I am a French speaking gal.


I often bring my road bike in my car to work and go for a ride during lunch. I arrive at the office very early to be able to do so. A colleague sometimes rides with me, but yesterday I was alone, and I had my Kuota, which is my backup bike. Yesterday at noon, the weather was fantastic, a summer-like day on this 21st of October. I set off on the bike path along the river, and the light on the water was beautiful.

I was feeling great, and even against the wind and on the climbs, I was fast. The wind was warm. Pure happiness. As usual, I passed along all kinds of electric vehicles, often ridden by people barely older than me, and often younger. I overtook them with the same ease as always. Of course, there were also many cyclists on road bikes. In the distance ahead of me, one of them. The closer I got, the more I realized it was an old man. His position on the bike was certainly not what it used to be, and I slowed down a bit as I passed him. His bike was no longer new either, but it was gleaming and of a beautiful blue. The man appeared even older than I had initially thought, but his clothes were fashionable, and his helmet seemed recent. The cyclist was slim and upright, and we exchanged smiles as I passed him on his left.

A few meters further on, I stopped at a traffic light. The old man came to a stop as well, next to me. Our eyes met. Without hesitation, I spoke to him. "Sir, you are my hero today. I don't know your age, but you are on a real road bike, not an electric one. Your bike is very beautiful, but more importantly, you are amazing and an inspiration to me!"

A radiant smile lit up his face. His beautiful wrinkles, a testament to his long life, were those of a man who had smiled often. I liked to think that cycling had something to do with it. The man moved closer so I could hear him well, despite his slightly soft voice and the noise of the cars. "You are beautiful yourself, miss ( Mademoiselle in French), and at 83, I consider myself simply lucky to still be able to do what I love and what makes me happy." I burst out laughing, wholeheartedly. "You are very kind, but it's been a long time since I was a 'miss'!"

"You are to me; a beautiful miss." Still smiling, I moved closer to him. Without thinking much, I said, "I think that deserves a hug!" The elderly man seemed to think it was a great idea. And there we were, both of us at the intersection, as the light turned green, hugging while straddling our bikes. I pressed my chest firmly against his, and I heard him chuckle softly. "You're making my day, miss!" "You're making mine too, sir!" We parted ways, warmly bidding each other farewell. I told him to keep riding and to stay happy. I assured him, as a pharmacist, that it's the best medicine in the world. That made him laugh. Seeing the time, I decided to turn back and finished my sunny ride with a nice tailwind helping me getting back to work pretty swiftly.

A large smile never left my face.
Click to expand...
Such a sweet story, thanks for sharing!
 
Often it is the small, random acts that make our days wonderful. I am a bit jealous of the man who received your hug, but I am happy to hear something like that made your day.
 
Iza1972 said:
Promised you to write about my yesterday's ride, so here it is. Sorry for the delay, I wrote it yesterday, but had zero time to post it. And forgive my errors, I am a French speaking gal.


I often bring my road bike in my car to work and go for a ride during lunch. I arrive at the office very early to be able to do so. A colleague sometimes rides with me, but yesterday I was alone, and I had my Kuota, which is my backup bike. Yesterday at noon, the weather was fantastic, a summer-like day on this 21st of October. I set off on the bike path along the river, and the light on the water was beautiful.

I was feeling great, and even against the wind and on the climbs, I was fast. The wind was warm. Pure happiness. As usual, I passed along all kinds of electric vehicles, often ridden by people barely older than me, and often younger. I overtook them with the same ease as always. Of course, there were also many cyclists on road bikes. In the distance ahead of me, one of them. The closer I got, the more I realized it was an old man. His position on the bike was certainly not what it used to be, and I slowed down a bit as I passed him. His bike was no longer new either, but it was gleaming and of a beautiful blue. The man appeared even older than I had initially thought, but his clothes were fashionable, and his helmet seemed recent. The cyclist was slim and upright, and we exchanged smiles as I passed him on his left.

A few meters further on, I stopped at a traffic light. The old man came to a stop as well, next to me. Our eyes met. Without hesitation, I spoke to him. "Sir, you are my hero today. I don't know your age, but you are on a real road bike, not an electric one. Your bike is very beautiful, but more importantly, you are amazing and an inspiration to me!"

A radiant smile lit up his face. His beautiful wrinkles, a testament to his long life, were those of a man who had smiled often. I liked to think that cycling had something to do with it. The man moved closer so I could hear him well, despite his slightly soft voice and the noise of the cars. "You are beautiful yourself, miss ( Mademoiselle in French), and at 83, I consider myself simply lucky to still be able to do what I love and what makes me happy." I burst out laughing, wholeheartedly. "You are very kind, but it's been a long time since I was a 'miss'!"

"You are to me; a beautiful miss." Still smiling, I moved closer to him. Without thinking much, I said, "I think that deserves a hug!" The elderly man seemed to think it was a great idea. And there we were, both of us at the intersection, as the light turned green, hugging while straddling our bikes. I pressed my chest firmly against his, and I heard him chuckle softly. "You're making my day, miss!" "You're making mine too, sir!" We parted ways, warmly bidding each other farewell. I told him to keep riding and to stay happy. I assured him, as a pharmacist, that it's the best medicine in the world. That made him laugh. Seeing the time, I decided to turn back and finished my sunny ride with a nice tailwind helping me getting back to work pretty swiftly.

A large smile never left my face.
Click to expand...
This is wonderful and so happy you did that. WELL done.
 
Iza1972 said:
Promised you to write about my yesterday's ride, so here it is. Sorry for the delay, I wrote it yesterday, but had zero time to post it. And forgive my errors, I am a French speaking gal.


I often bring my road bike in my car to work and go for a ride during lunch. I arrive at the office very early to be able to do so. A colleague sometimes rides with me, but yesterday I was alone, and I had my Kuota, which is my backup bike. Yesterday at noon, the weather was fantastic, a summer-like day on this 21st of October. I set off on the bike path along the river, and the light on the water was beautiful.

I was feeling great, and even against the wind and on the climbs, I was fast. The wind was warm. Pure happiness. As usual, I passed along all kinds of electric vehicles, often ridden by people barely older than me, and often younger. I overtook them with the same ease as always. Of course, there were also many cyclists on road bikes. In the distance ahead of me, one of them. The closer I got, the more I realized it was an old man. His position on the bike was certainly not what it used to be, and I slowed down a bit as I passed him. His bike was no longer new either, but it was gleaming and of a beautiful blue. The man appeared even older than I had initially thought, but his clothes were fashionable, and his helmet seemed recent. The cyclist was slim and upright, and we exchanged smiles as I passed him on his left.

A few meters further on, I stopped at a traffic light. The old man came to a stop as well, next to me. Our eyes met. Without hesitation, I spoke to him. "Sir, you are my hero today. I don't know your age, but you are on a real road bike, not an electric one. Your bike is very beautiful, but more importantly, you are amazing and an inspiration to me!"

A radiant smile lit up his face. His beautiful wrinkles, a testament to his long life, were those of a man who had smiled often. I liked to think that cycling had something to do with it. The man moved closer so I could hear him well, despite his slightly soft voice and the noise of the cars. "You are beautiful yourself, miss ( Mademoiselle in French), and at 83, I consider myself simply lucky to still be able to do what I love and what makes me happy." I burst out laughing, wholeheartedly. "You are very kind, but it's been a long time since I was a 'miss'!"

"You are to me; a beautiful miss." Still smiling, I moved closer to him. Without thinking much, I said, "I think that deserves a hug!" The elderly man seemed to think it was a great idea. And there we were, both of us at the intersection, as the light turned green, hugging while straddling our bikes. I pressed my chest firmly against his, and I heard him chuckle softly. "You're making my day, miss!" "You're making mine too, sir!" We parted ways, warmly bidding each other farewell. I told him to keep riding and to stay happy. I assured him, as a pharmacist, that it's the best medicine in the world. That made him laugh. Seeing the time, I decided to turn back and finished my sunny ride with a nice tailwind helping me getting back to work pretty swiftly.

A large smile never left my face.
Click to expand...
That's a wonderful story! What a tremendous day!
 
Iza1972 said:
Promised you to write about my yesterday's ride, so here it is. Sorry for the delay, I wrote it yesterday, but had zero time to post it. And forgive my errors, I am a French speaking gal.


I often bring my road bike in my car to work and go for a ride during lunch. I arrive at the office very early to be able to do so. A colleague sometimes rides with me, but yesterday I was alone, and I had my Kuota, which is my backup bike. Yesterday at noon, the weather was fantastic, a summer-like day on this 21st of October. I set off on the bike path along the river, and the light on the water was beautiful.

I was feeling great, and even against the wind and on the climbs, I was fast. The wind was warm. Pure happiness. As usual, I passed along all kinds of electric vehicles, often ridden by people barely older than me, and often younger. I overtook them with the same ease as always. Of course, there were also many cyclists on road bikes. In the distance ahead of me, one of them. The closer I got, the more I realized it was an old man. His position on the bike was certainly not what it used to be, and I slowed down a bit as I passed him. His bike was no longer new either, but it was gleaming and of a beautiful blue. The man appeared even older than I had initially thought, but his clothes were fashionable, and his helmet seemed recent. The cyclist was slim and upright, and we exchanged smiles as I passed him on his left.

A few meters further on, I stopped at a traffic light. The old man came to a stop as well, next to me. Our eyes met. Without hesitation, I spoke to him. "Sir, you are my hero today. I don't know your age, but you are on a real road bike, not an electric one. Your bike is very beautiful, but more importantly, you are amazing and an inspiration to me!"

A radiant smile lit up his face. His beautiful wrinkles, a testament to his long life, were those of a man who had smiled often. I liked to think that cycling had something to do with it. The man moved closer so I could hear him well, despite his slightly soft voice and the noise of the cars. "You are beautiful yourself, miss ( Mademoiselle in French), and at 83, I consider myself simply lucky to still be able to do what I love and what makes me happy." I burst out laughing, wholeheartedly. "You are very kind, but it's been a long time since I was a 'miss'!"

"You are to me; a beautiful miss." Still smiling, I moved closer to him. Without thinking much, I said, "I think that deserves a hug!" The elderly man seemed to think it was a great idea. And there we were, both of us at the intersection, as the light turned green, hugging while straddling our bikes. I pressed my chest firmly against his, and I heard him chuckle softly. "You're making my day, miss!" "You're making mine too, sir!" We parted ways, warmly bidding each other farewell. I told him to keep riding and to stay happy. I assured him, as a pharmacist, that it's the best medicine in the world. That made him laugh. Seeing the time, I decided to turn back and finished my sunny ride with a nice tailwind helping me getting back to work pretty swiftly.

A large smile never left my face.
Click to expand...
He will always remember that day he met you.
 
Iza1972 said:
Promised you to write about my yesterday's ride, so here it is. Sorry for the delay, I wrote it yesterday, but had zero time to post it. And forgive my errors, I am a French speaking gal.


I often bring my road bike in my car to work and go for a ride during lunch. I arrive at the office very early to be able to do so. A colleague sometimes rides with me, but yesterday I was alone, and I had my Kuota, which is my backup bike. Yesterday at noon, the weather was fantastic, a summer-like day on this 21st of October. I set off on the bike path along the river, and the light on the water was beautiful.

I was feeling great, and even against the wind and on the climbs, I was fast. The wind was warm. Pure happiness. As usual, I passed along all kinds of electric vehicles, often ridden by people barely older than me, and often younger. I overtook them with the same ease as always. Of course, there were also many cyclists on road bikes. In the distance ahead of me, one of them. The closer I got, the more I realized it was an old man. His position on the bike was certainly not what it used to be, and I slowed down a bit as I passed him. His bike was no longer new either, but it was gleaming and of a beautiful blue. The man appeared even older than I had initially thought, but his clothes were fashionable, and his helmet seemed recent. The cyclist was slim and upright, and we exchanged smiles as I passed him on his left.

A few meters further on, I stopped at a traffic light. The old man came to a stop as well, next to me. Our eyes met. Without hesitation, I spoke to him. "Sir, you are my hero today. I don't know your age, but you are on a real road bike, not an electric one. Your bike is very beautiful, but more importantly, you are amazing and an inspiration to me!"

A radiant smile lit up his face. His beautiful wrinkles, a testament to his long life, were those of a man who had smiled often. I liked to think that cycling had something to do with it. The man moved closer so I could hear him well, despite his slightly soft voice and the noise of the cars. "You are beautiful yourself, miss ( Mademoiselle in French), and at 83, I consider myself simply lucky to still be able to do what I love and what makes me happy." I burst out laughing, wholeheartedly. "You are very kind, but it's been a long time since I was a 'miss'!"

"You are to me; a beautiful miss." Still smiling, I moved closer to him. Without thinking much, I said, "I think that deserves a hug!" The elderly man seemed to think it was a great idea. And there we were, both of us at the intersection, as the light turned green, hugging while straddling our bikes. I pressed my chest firmly against his, and I heard him chuckle softly. "You're making my day, miss!" "You're making mine too, sir!" We parted ways, warmly bidding each other farewell. I told him to keep riding and to stay happy. I assured him, as a pharmacist, that it's the best medicine in the world. That made him laugh. Seeing the time, I decided to turn back and finished my sunny ride with a nice tailwind helping me getting back to work pretty swiftly.

A large smile never left my face.
Click to expand...
Absolutely wonderful. You just made me think of you as even more beautiful. Showing your body already told me you are physically beautiful, and being a bicyclist and writing about it upped your beauty even more. Adding your interaction with this guy took you you to the top of any scale. Keep on enjoying life, and all it has to offer. :heart:
 
sprocketone50 said:
I saw a woman today riding with her husband and as she passed she had to stand up to pedal harder to climb a hill and I saw her cute ass in tight biker pants and little light showed through her crotch.
Click to expand...
I had to do this a bit today on my first run on my new bike (expect no husband or boyfriend present) but I loved it. 25 and a bit miles and I enjoy every second of it. Sweated a lot in the skin tight suit but I hope I showed off some nice things for people
 
You must log in or register to reply here.

Similar threads

Salacious_Scribe
If love be rough with you, be rough with love (Closed for Angelsophia2 & Me))
2
Replies
34
Views
2K
angelsophia2
A
AngelEyes1994
"A Little Spice Is Nice" (closed)
2
Replies
27
Views
2K
KingCorto
KingCorto
Justadesperatewifeandmom
  • Locked
Nothing to see here, Justa bit of Florida sunshine with a chance of hurricane.
276 277 278
Replies
7K
Views
584K
AmPic Moderator
AmPic Moderator
cookiecat
Bad Sub / Fantasy v. Reality
2
Replies
33
Views
3K
littlebirdjoy
littlebirdjoy
R
Having a Harem of Women...
Replies
0
Views
475
Rastafoo
R
Back
Top