“You need anything? Water? Snacks?”
“I’m good to go for now. Got a cooler full of water next to me for the ride. What are you going to do?”
“Lay out for a while. Maybe do some reading.”
“OK. What are you reading these days?”
“Picked up a couple of Romance novels last week. Thought I’d give them a try.”
“Yeah? I don’t remember you ever reading Romances.”
“I read an article last week at work about rebuilding libido. Romance novels seem to work well for older women. We’ll see.”
“Wow. Thank you,” I stammered.
“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, I guess.” She smiled at me. I couldn’t see her eyes completely because of her sunglasses. “See you in a bit, love.”
Sandi wandered down to the other end of the pool and set up camp next to one of our chaise lounges. Stretching for the sky, I saw her cover-up open, revealing her pink, french-cut bikini. She looked great–busty, hippy, rubenesque, for me, incredibly sexy. After a couple of toe touches to loosen up, revealing to me lots of her cleavage, she stretched out on the lounge, cracked one of her books and a bottled water. She was in her world, I in mine.
At the forty-eighth mile mark of the ride, Sandi made her way back toward me, sans cover up. She was a vision to behold. She had put her hair up in a bun but strands fell by her cheeks and neck like feathers.
“Hiya,” she greeted me.
“Hiya,” I huffed. “What’s up?”
“Get in the pool!”
“Not that hot yet.”
“Then what kind of hot?”
“Hot… and bothered.”
“Really? What’s got you so worked up?”
“The Romance novel. Just read the first sex scene… six times.”
“It was that good.”
“How’s the ride?”
“Yeah. Got to be careful moving around on this seat or it’s easy to rack yourself or impale your ass.”
“Hmmm… that could get interesting…”
“You are hot and bothered!”
“Well, don’t mind me. I’ll just mosey back to my end of the pool and the next sex scene.”
Sandi turned and walked away, a little more swish in her ass than usual. I could feel myself begin to grow down there–the absolute last thing you want to have happen on a tri-trainer bike. Closing my eyes, I tried to think of something else and pedaled that much harder.
Sitting back in the chaise, Sandi returned to her book. I kept an eye on her this time. It wasn’t long before her right hand had found her crotch and I watched as she slowly stroked her pubic area outside her bikini bottoms. She had obviously found what she was looking for.
I noticed she glanced over the top of the book at me. She knew she had an audience. I didn’t look away.
Fingers snaked inside the bikini bottom. Sandi’s head rolled backward, looking skyward. My breathing increased and I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. This time it wasn’t from the training.
Sitting up, Sandi dropped the book in her bag, retrieved a bottle of sunscreen and laid back. Reaching behind her, she unclasped the top of her bikini and slipped out of it. A dollop of lotion was dropped into each palm and then each palm covered a breast. Looking directly at me, she began to work the lotion in. Once covered, she began to lightly tweak her nipples until they were fully erect.
At that point, the tri workout was done for the day–time for another type of physical exertion. My dick head was working its way out of the top of my tight workout shorts–an almost impossible feat in itself–and my swollen balls were taking a pounding from the bike seat. Slowly, I swung my right leg over the chassis, and on wobbly legs began to make my way down to Sandi…
Join Sandi and Robert as they embark on the next phase of life: Life in the empty nest–a time of discovery, of self-revelation and fresh starts.