I didn’t really know Lisa that well. She was a girl that I used to work with and with who I always got along well.
She was divorced with two kids and was an attractive girl. Stocky of build and with a ready smile, as if that wasn’t enough her long blonde hair and bright blue eyes always grabbed my attention. I’d left the company where we worked together, but she was relatively local, and I would occasionally see her and exchange pleasantries.
As I now had a little more time on my hands and in the interest of keeping fit, I’d bought a bike and was out on it when I encountered Lisa on her bike.
I said hello and we started to chat. I looked her up and down as we stood. She wore tight trousers that bulged with the curves everyone so loved. As she turned around the outline of her knickers was clearly visible, and her boobs strained her tight top.
She suggested we ride together which I of course agreed to, but the path was quite narrow, so I managed to spend most of my time behind her watching her arse as we rode
After about an hour we stopped for lunch and drinks sitting on a bench overlooking the river. As soon as we stopped it had started to get cold and we both put on our waterproof jackets. This was a shame as I’d enjoyed looking at her bulging tits.
Lisa suggested we should turn around and go home as the clouds were darkening. The words had barely left her lips when the rain started. We jumped on our bikes and I once again was at the back, but the rain worsened and after about twenty minutes she stopped by another bench and looked at me, the rain poured off our jackets, and our bottom halves were soaked. We sat on the bench and I unpacked a silver foil blanket which we held over ourselves.
“I need to pee,” said Lisa, “I’ve drunk way too much water.”
There wasn’t anything or anyone around, so I suggested she do it here.
“With you watching I suppose?” Lisa replied. I just smiled and said there was another solution.
“And what might that be?”