We worked up a sweat riding out there. Standing in the shade of the huge trees hanging over the water it felt cooler, but I still felt sweat rolling d...wn my sides. So I took my tee shirt off. That was a little better, but there was too little breeze to help much. Paul had also gotten naked from the waist up. That much was not a big deal, of course, even for teenage boys and grown men.The fishing was crappy, so we just reeled in our lures and sat on the bank. We both wore shorts and tennis. Immediately he felt himself becoming hard again, staring at the wet flesh as it flexed and moved, her feminine scent overpowering the smell of her soaps and perfumes. It was enticing, primal, and his mouth began to water as his fingers skirted her sex.He used his thumbs to keep her lips open, so soft and plump, tinted that delicate shade of pink that set something off in his animal brain. Nobody’s genitals were especially attractive, but something about Kofe’s neat folds and the contrast. .. like their shirts with the dealers name on them? you know the shirts that have a picture of the area's well known places on them and the name of the dealer? a good pair of denim trousers and a black leather jacket?"and bikers shoes?"Heck yeah Ella, that is part of biking, wearing good jeans and fancy shirts that tell the world I am a biker."Later at supper."So Harold, I love that you are a biker but, whatever possessed you to just go and buy a bike?" I guess it is the freedom I feel, the. ”I was still shaking my head as I got in and we drove off.Liz looked at me for a moment before putting her hand on mine over the gearshift. I opened my fingers to let her lace hers between mine. We rode in silence, by consent and by necessity, until we reached the turn for my house.I shouldered her bag and then escorted her to the front door. We put our three phones side-by-side on the table. They were all blinking like Christmas lights.“This is going to suck!” I grumbled.“For you!” Liz replied.