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It was the end of summer, and off my shoulders hung a whisper-thin floral sundress. My hair was down, my lips glossed, and sticky sweet. The breeze was balmy, and the air smelled of bread and vanilla cakes from the nearby bakery.

As you pedaled me out of the city, I sat between you and the handlebars with my legs to one side. About a mile away we turned onto St. Lucia street, where you stopped to allow me a drink from the fountain. It was there that I slipped off my sheer white panties, and used them to tie up my hair.

When I returned to you I sat atop the little platform you had bound to the front of your bike to transport cargo, and I rested my sandaled feet on the front wheel pegs. You rode us along a pathway beside the river, shaded by the trees that lined it on either side.

As the sun began to set I stood, holding onto your hands as you held onto the handlebars behind me. I closed my eyes and let the wind bathe my body. Soon the hem of my sundress began dancing in that wind, and as you pedaled faster the dress floated higher and higher up my thighs. I thought about holding the dress down once it began to flutter up toward my waist, but to be honest it felt intoxicating. We’re always so quick to fall in line, and for once I wanted to live.

So, I let my sundress fly freely up above my navel, knowing my completely bare ass, and perfectly shaved puss was just inches from your hungry eyes. I stood up on my tiptoes, on the wheel pegs of your bike, and arched my back for you, making sure you could fully watch the delicious view between my legs. The wind licked around the curves of my ass, and right across my tight little asshole. My stiff nipples hummed with excitement. My cunt was slippery and glistening in the sunlight. I knew the next thing I would feel would be the warmth of your face pressed deeply between my cheeks, and I had accepted it.

You could have ran your tongue up the sides of my tanned legs to taste my jasmine skin.

You could have wet your fingers in your mouth, and sunken them into me slowly.

You could have slid your nose up between my glazed lips, and lovingly nuzzled my back door.

You could have pulled us over, held me down among the blades of dewy grass, and thunder pumped me from behind, right there on the side of the road.

You could have spread both of my holes wide open with your hands, and watched as your blunt cock sunk inside, and stuffed me up.

You could have danced the full girth of that fat ass dick way down deep in the honey pot of my luscious pussy, and watched me gush all over myself.

You could have… but instead, I felt the bike wobble, as you momentarily lost control. Quickly snapping out of the fantasy, I decided to come down out of the clouds before we both ended up in the river.

I could tell you saw me differently after that day. You smiled a little too widely, and wouldn’t look me in the eye. You were hiding how bad you wanted another chance to touch me. Taste me. Fuck me up. But I think we both knew you never would have survived any of that.