A man with a long-treasured obsession with panties meets the girl of his fantasies who possesses more than her share of pairs.
“You really ride that bike hard,” I said to the perfect blonde at my side.
“Well, if you think I ride bikes hard … ” Imelda said, and she let the sentence trail off into incendiary fantasies that made my heart race and my feet pedal faster. We weren’t going anywhere but further into lust, biking side by side on stationary cycles at the high-end gym where we both are members.
I would have been happy to pedal next to Imelda even if we never moved an inch. We seemed to share the same schedule and often found ourselves in the cycling room at the same time. Imelda’s as hot as fuck. I often daydreamed about her, especially because she wore skintight black leggings... Read more...