Crash and Burn Baby Burn

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I’m 42 years old and an avid road bicyclist. I’ve been riding for years but since my divorce three years ago I’ve become a real addict, typically riding about 150 miles a week. On the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend I rode in a 50-mile charity ride in upstate NY. It is a beautiful area for bicycling. It was a perfect day. Lucky for me I crashed.

I started off on the route with a group of 7 guys I had just met at registration. Before long most of the guys were dropped. One younger guy, and I flew over the rugged NY hills for over an hour. Working together we took turns pushing the wind. Just before the halfway rest stop while I was drafting the other rider I turned my head to blow a snot rocket and hit a small pothole in the road. I lost my grip and crashed onto my right shoulder. The immediate results were a couple of small patches of road rash and a very sore shoulder and arm. After realigning my handlebar with the help of my riding partner I was able to ride the half-mile to the rest stop located in an access point parking lot along one of the Finger Lakes.

Under the shade of trees at the rest stop large coolers of water and Gatorade along with cookies and bananas were tended by two women in their late thirties. They were very attractive and athletic members of the bike club that hosted the event. The day was hot so they each had on nylon running shorts, and sport bras. Both were about 5’6” and had such similar looking eyes they could have been sisters. That was where the similarities ended.

Carole had thick athletic thighs with a round butt and such high firm round breasts they might have been implants. She had thick straight reddish blond hair wrapped up in some kind of clip to keep it off her shoulders.

The other one, Judy, was a nurse who poked and prodded around at my shoulder, said I should go in for an X-ray and gave me some Advil. Her hair was auburn with blond highlights styled in an expensive looking shag. Her bottom was boyishly thin and her abdomen was so flat as to be concave, but she had large round melons beneath her sport bra. Unlike Carole, Judy wore a wedding band.

By now my shoulder and arm were uselessly numb and stiff and I was 25 miles from the start where my car was parked. I told the girls I had a manual transmission that I didn’t think I would be able to drive. The nurse, Judy, said she would drive me and my bike to the emergency room in Cortland if I could wait another hour till most of the riders came through. So I hung out eating bananas and cookies waiting for the Advil to kick in while talking to other riders who were stopping for their break.

I had a hard time keeping my eyes off the girls, particularly Judy who seemed to glace over at me often, smiling openly. They were both so casually sexy, but Judy seemed to be more flirtatious in spite of her wedding ring. Her thin body that at first had appeared actually too skinny became increasingly attractive to me. Her skin seemed to glow and she was naturally comfortable with herself as she greeted and chatted with other riders coming into the rest stop.

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