Caught in the Rain

Cycling is my passion. Well, it's one of them, anyway. I suppose I have a few of them, but that's for future stories. I have a few different bikes, depending on the terrain I want to ride. Today I decided to go up into the mountains and ride at elevation for my next race. The weather was supposed to be spectacular. Mid-70s with enough cloud cover to keep me cool. The typical late-afternoon rain shower was projected for 4 pm, long after I was going to be done and hopefully back home relaxing with my dog Hans at my feet and the latest footie match on TV.

Since it was going to be so nice, I decided to wear my white kit. If you're not a cyclist, you probably don't know that we don't wear underwear. Listen, it chafes. And with your chamois, you really don't need it. "But dude, doesn't your cock-n-balls flop around or whatever?" No, man, they don't. Have you seen how tight the shorts are? Nothing is out of place.

I packed my bike into the back of my pickup and drove to one of my favorite dirt roads. I could climb a good bit over about 10 miles and then get back down the mountain without worrying too much about bonking. I parked in the small gravel lot, and unloaded my bike, stretching my legs on the tailgate for a few minutes. I strapped my helmet on, snapped my cleats in place and began my trek up the mountain.

Listen, I know you're not here to read about how well I rode, the fact that I made great time, or even the scenery. You're probably thinking, "Get to the point already, man." Fine, you heathens.

I was on the descent when the sky opened up. I wasn't expecting rain for hours. No one was. But then the weathermen in Colorado are basically paid to guess, right? It was an absolute downpour, and suddenly instead coasting down a dirt road, I was part of a mudslide careening toward the lot. I tried to brake, but started fishtailing so I decided to hike-a-bike down the rest of the way to my truck.

The rain finally started to let up as I entered the lot. There was a blue minivan parked next to my truck, and as I heaved my bike over the tailgate, I heard a voice call out, "hey, are you ok?"

I looked over the bed of the truck to the driver's side of the minivan. There was a pretty blonde looking my way, concern in her eyes.

"Sure, I'm okay, why?" I asked.

"Well," she began, "you're all wet, and your neck is bleeding."

I reached a hand to my neck and sure enough there was a cut there. I hadn't even felt it in my mad dash down the last part of the mountain.

"Oh, shit, I guess I am," I said with a shrug.

"Come here, I've got a first aid kit."

I walked around the back of my pickup as the side door slid open on the Chrysler Pacifica. I unclipped my helmet and tossed it into the truck by my bike. I ran a quick hand through my dark, wavy hair and over my trimmed beard, brushing some of the water out.

"I have an--oh!" The blonde smiled and blushed a deep pink as she averted her eyes. "I have a, um, towel, if you need one."

I looked down and saw that my white kit had turned nearly clear in the rain. I'm telling you guys, it looked like I was in some sort of perverted wet t-shirt contest, except it wasn't just my shirt. She could see everything, and I mean everything. Fuck, she could probably see my circumcision scar. I saw her glance a couple more times while I was assessing the situation.

I'm not going to brag or anything, or lie and say that I have some twelve-inch monster cock, but I am nicely blessed between my legs, and maybe it was the adrenaline or the fact that I caught a beautiful blonde checking out my junk, but I could feel myself swelling already. Nothing had even happened and I was nearly to my full, thick six inches. Hell, I am a bit of an exhibitionist, I'll admit it, and I was getting turned on.

I looked a little more closely at the woman in the minivan and took in her figure. Curvy. My favorite. I stepped into the minivan and sat on the seats that she had folded down. "Thanks," I said as she handed me the towel. She bit her lip and leaned forward.

"Let me see that cut," she said, gently touching my neck. As soon as her fingertips grazed my skin, it was like electricity shot through my veins. I jumped. She jumped. Then we both laughed.

"It's not so bad," she continued, "probably just need a band-aid." She placed a good-sized bandaid over the cut, and her fingertips played with the little flip of hair at the nape of my neck. I shivered as she murmured, "these are cute..." Her blue eyes met mine and we closed the distance immediately.

My mouth sought hers greedily. Though I was soaked to the bone, I felt parched, and she was the only thing that could slake my thirst. Our logical brains took a backseat to pure, animal drive and we were soon pulling each others' clothes off. Her breasts were small and perky, with bright pink nipples that stood up in the cool, damp air. I sucked one into my mouth immediately and pulled her onto my lap. She moaned as I flicked the hard nub with my tongue, then bit it gently.

Her hands snaked their way up my neck and into my hair, and she held my head to her breast, urging me to keep going. My cock felt like it was hard enough to cut glass and it didn't help that I could feel the heat of her pussy through her bush as her hips rocked slowly back and forth. Precum slid down my shaft, and I reluctantly pulled my head away.

"Nice to meet you, I'm--"

She cut me off with a shake of her head and a finger on my lips.

"Let's not spoil this perfect moment with mundane reality." Who the hell was this creature? How was I so lucky as to have her on my lap, naked, fractions of an inch from my--

She closed the distance between us with a quick roll of her hips. I hadn't expected to slide into her so easily, but she was soaked, and her warm pussy stretched around my cock deliciously. I looked down at where our bodies met and grunted something eloquent like "fuuuuck" as she started riding me in earnest.

There's something amazing about watching your cock disappear into a tight, wet cunt. The way her inner lips gripped my hard, thick shaft, folding in and out as her puffy outer lips became a dark pink from the friction of our bodies. Watching enhances the feeling, almost makes it more potent, and I knew if I wasn't careful, I would cum right then.

"Fuck, you feel so good inside me," she said, her tits bouncing as she moved her body up and down. I grabbed her neck and kissed her again, then rolled on top of her. As beautiful as she was riding me, I knew I had to take her, to fold her legs up and fuck her hard and deep.

She wrapped her legs around me, biting her lip again. Her eyes looked into mine, dreamily. It made me throb inside her. "I don't want to be able to sit down without remembering this moment," she purred. Say less, you goddess.

I slammed into her, her cry almost overcoming the roar of the rain on the metal roof above us. I drove into her, over and over, like a man possessed. All I could think about was making her feel as good as she was making me feel at that moment. Apparently my curve was hitting her in all the right places because her legs began to tremble. I kept going in the exact same way, not daring to risk my prize.

Moments later, she nearly screamed as she came. She arched her back, her tits shook as she writhed beneath me, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. We rode that wave together, and as she came for the second time, her pussy clamping down on me, her nails raking my back, I thrust one more time deep inside her and came, harder than I could remember ever cumming, deep inside her. I felt as though I were being turned inside out, I came so hard, like I was leaving a piece of my soul inside her. I could feel our cum leaking out around my cock, a mess of fluids dripping onto the seats below us.

I collapsed on top of her, and we both lay there, panting. She traced little patterns on my sweaty back with her fingertips, then began giggling. I propped myself up on my arms, looking at her intently.

"What?" I asked her, with a smile on my lips.

"That was... just... wow," she mumbled.

"And you thought roleplaying would be boring."