He straddled my frame facing me on my saddle, feet mid-rotation, pinning me in midair. "Hi", I whispered, his face only an inch from mine. He simply stared into my eyes. First I felt shy and looked away, then I peaked back into his irises and felt hypnotized. I could smell the beer on his breath and I wanted so badly for him to lean forward so I could take the smallest sip of him in. His sweaty scent filled my nostrils and almost made me fall off the saddle. He gripped my hips with his hands, holding me in place. I felt my vulva pulse in the cutout of the Brooks C19 carved. Holding me steady brought his face even closer and I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He slid his hands up my back and tried to move his body closer, but my knees got in the way. We giggled and I parted my knees while he kept kissing me and making my head spin with hormones. His hands found their way back down to my butt and then underneath my saddle to the sensitive folds of the cutout. At first he just put his hand over the hole so I could feel the heat of it energizing my most sensitive bits. My breath caught and my pussy flexed, screaming to be caressed. I moaned into his mouth and he moved his hand ever so slighted. I pressed myself towards the warm heat, but the saddle pressed back into my pelvic bones. He grinned wickedly into my eyes as he watched the desperate desire grow on my face. My hips began to rock forward and backward, my feet pressed hard into my pedals and he slid his palm gently back and forth against my bulging vulva poking through the cutout. I leaned forward with my head on his shoulder for support, my hips taking over with a mind of their own. I buried my face in his neck as I came and moaned loud enough that he looked embarrassed that someone might notice us.
