My feet are spread-eagled, up in the air. My pussy feels so good and hot I never want to stop. When I think I am going to come, I press my fingers dow... hard on my clit. My inner thighs now creamy from my come, and I feel an explosion inside as I come hard on my fingers. My body pulsates, and the hot come oozes over my fingers, making them warm and slippery. It’s like all the tension has been released from my body, and I am warm and tingling all over. It feel so good to f—k myself. My legs. Not this one. They had all either hooked up with actors already or were married or had a boyfriend or were fourteen or were completely out of his league.Not only that, this company was in some hick town where the bars were full of women missing teeth and needing showers. So this is the situation we find our hero in: lonely, slightly chafed and horny as fuck.It was Monday. J did not have to be at the theatre at all today. He had been out late with some of the cast and crew so he was sleeping in.. But he has to give it up – to give her up - and he is devastated.That’s where the bicycle comes in. In the months after the devastating break-up, the man takes up a new pastime. Bicycling. He hasn’t been on a bike since he was twenty years old, but he buys one and starts riding. He goes out for his first ride on a cool April morning, only a few degrees above the freezing mark, but he gets hooked. Five miles the first time out. Then the next day. And the next. Soon he is riding nearly every day,. I gave him a coy, half-smile and he began to slowly inch the white shirt up my body. I could feel the material rubbing my body one last time before he took over. I had, underneath, a lacy, hot pink bra that obviously pleased him."Lexi, damn." I knew he was impressed, I had a light six pack and boobs that hardly fit my body. I wore a 30 C cup, which was a hard find. I bit my bottom lip as I felt in between my own legs to get to his zipper. Slowly i parted the zipper and took off his.