It Was a Dark and Stormy Evening...

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Preface

Bicycle racing is one of the most challenging, intense sports in the world. One day of watching the Tour de France leads normal people to question bike racers’ sanity. Most racers regain their mental faculties by their 30’s and retire. For some twisted reason, I decided to take up bike racing in my 50’s as my “mid-life-crisis” solution instead of golf.

My favorite training partner and best friend, Juliet, also belongs to the racing fraternity. Somehow, during a moment of mutual weakness and honesty, we shared our fantasies and learned HW’ing is one we have in-common. A talented writer, when she asked me what I wanted for Christmas a while back, I told her, “A story”.

She drafted a story so dazzling that I begged her, “You HAVE to let me share this on the OHW forum”. With the proviso I edit it a bit, she finally consented.

I hope Juliet’s story of bike racing, HW’ing, and love brings all of you as much enjoyment as it has me. This is a gift of love I will always treasure. Here is,

“It Was a Dark and Stormy Evening”

by Juliet

It was a dark and stormy evening on the eve of the season’s first stage race. Now, driving down the freeway, the sky had cleared and was blue and bright. Nothing but the sound of bikes whirred on the rack above in anticipation of feverish competition. My entire body buzzed with the thought of the race as I played it over and over in my mind. I couldn’t wait.

As I drove the last few miles thinking of who would be there, my thoughts shifted to a different kind of excitement. Kirk would be staying at the same hotel. I looked again at the MapQuest directions he printed out for everyone before we left. It’s just like him to perfectly arrange each detail ahead of time. With all of his training, I don’t know how he does it - such a powerful bike racer - cut quads, hard ass, focused…

As I daydreamed, I felt my nipples harden as they brushed against my blouse. I was glad I decided to wear that new lacy see-through bra so I could feel my tits as I drove down this boring stretch of highway. My pussy was getting wet as I flicked my nipples and thought about Kirk’s athletic body. My exit should be coming up, I think, but I have a little time to massage my clit too. A truck honked as it went by, the driver getting off on my means of driving “entertainment”. I was squirming with my hand up my skirt, my fingers teasing my wet pussy as I tried to pay attention to the road. I was about to cum when my cell phone rang.

Kirk’s voice came through, “Where are you? We’re already here and checked in.”

“Umm…I think I missed the exit. I’m looking for a place to turn around and I’ll be there shortly.”

“What?! The directions I gave you were brain-dead easy. How did you do that?”

“There was no course marshal!” I sarcastically replied and hung up. Even when he’s being annoying, he’s a turn-on. Curse him!

As I pulled into the hotel parking lot, it was obvious I was in the right place. The lot was full of cars with bike racks. Rail-thin men ran around in their baggy shorts and Keens. Telltale tan lines on their arms gave away their cycling status. I spotted Kirk and the guys unloading their bikes and gear as I parked in a spot close to theirs. Kirk caught my eye and gave me an inconspicuous wink as if to tell me how much he liked to get on my nerves. He walked over to the car. “Hey, do you need help?” He knew full-well I didn’t but whispered, “Your room is right next door to ours. You better be good.”

“I’m going to get checked in. Which way is the office?” I gave him a mischievous look, letting him know I’d be “good”, real good. I could feel Kirk’s eyes on me as I walked away. He loves it when I show off my muscular long legs with my short skirt and he couldn’t take his eyes off my blouse which I left unbuttoned JUST enough.


I got my room key and just as I suspected, my room was not only next door, but adjoining. I opened the door on my side and left to unload the car. When I returned the door on the other side was open as well. There must have been about five of Kirk’s friends in his room. I knew three of them well. The guy that was rooming with Kirk was someone I hadn’t met yet, Bob, an old college cycling friend that he reconnected with recently. They were already pouring over the race Bible, talking about wheel support, placement of race numbers, and stuffing their faces with pre-race carbs.

“Well, it’s time to go be one of the guys”, I thought. I pulled my hair back in a pony tail, threw on some sweat pants and a tank top and went next door to join the fun. I flopped on the bed next to one of the guys to get a glimpse of the first road race profile. The only information I cared about was the distance and grade of each climb. I’d stretch for awhile, grab something to eat and get to bed. That was my pre-race routine. This race might be different though…

I was still aroused from my solo-party in the car on the way here. I needed to get some relief or I’d never be able to fall asleep. I spotted the food pile on the table across the room and went over to grab something to eat. Nobody paid any attention, which was nice…except for Kirk. Every time I glanced up, he was watching me. We locked eyes a couple of times; my heart pounded in my chest like I was riding up an 8% grade.

To heighten my anxiety, and possibly secure my chance of relief later, I decided to playfully eat my banana, saving each bite for when he looked my way, thinking “I’ll just see if I can frazzle his nerves a little bit”.

I held it in my hand for awhile to be sure he was paying attention. He was. His eyes enlarged as he watched me put the tip of it in my mouth, give it a playful lick and then gently suck it off to consume it rather than bite it off in the “normal” way. I continued on in this manner, pretending I was engaged in the race conversation, but oblivious to everything except the growing excitement in Kirk’s pants and the look on his face that said, “Don’t stop”. I was so involved in this silent banter that I didn’t notice Bob until the last bite. I looked up to find him confused, yet with a wildly interested countenance, as he looked from Kirk to me and back again. The poor guy was at a loss. Amusing! I gave them both a playful grin and nonchalantly brushed it off, tossed the peel in the trash and drew my attention back into the group conversation.

It wasn’t long before the guys started drifting back to their own rooms one by one to get bikes ready for morning and get to bed early. I said, “Good night”, and went back into my room closing the door, but not locking it. Kirk and I shared a glance before I left that was clearly mutually understood. We both needed to relieve the pre-race jitters.

I pulled off my tom-boy clothes and took a nice long hot shower. I tried to relax, but wondered if Kirk would be able to make it over to my room. It would be more difficult for me to sneak over there with his buddy around. I stepped out of the bathroom and walked in the unlit room to the suitcase to find the lacy nightie I’d brought, a last bit of female seductiveness and softness that was mine before the intense competition of the peloton.

Suddenly Kirk’s voice from the darkness of the room said, “Don’t put that on. Come over here.”

Smiling, I walked over to the chair he was sitting in. As I approached, I could dimly see he’d already lost his clothing and had a 6” boner waiting for me.

“So, you like bananas, huh? You are so naughty! Bob watched you eat the whole thing too. You knew that, didn’t you?”

Actually, I did and it was totally arousing to know they both got off on my “little show”. “Did you like that? I’d like to suck you like that right now.”

“What’s stopping you?”

I went down on Kirk’s hard cock and slowly moved my mouth up and down, being sure to take it all in. I wanted to tease him and make him beg for more. His groaning was the response I was looking for. My pussy was instantly wet, my nipples erect. I got up and sat on his cock, dancing on it like a stripper pole. I moved my body up and down on him, pushing my tits in his face which he gladly licked. I could barely hold in the explosive emotion as I quickly came. I felt immediate relief and relaxation, but Kirk was still so hard and wanting more. We moved over the bed for round two, at least for me. Kirk was still going strong.

I crawled on my hands and knees across the bed. I could feel Kirk admiring my female form as he grabbed my hips from behind. He teased me with his cock sliding it up and down my slit before sliding it in, slowly and assuredly, savoring every moment. I was ready to go again, ready to take it harder, feeling Kirk push against my ass as he stroked his cock with my wet pussy, harder and harder. I couldn’t contain the wild voice inside. It felt SO good.

“Harder Kirk, harder. Fuck me! Oh, please don’t stop!” He started massaging my clit at the same time. I thought I’d explode, but controlled it a little longer. I didn’t want this to end. He was clearly enjoying every moment and I was nearly delirious.


“Oh, Juliet…I’ve wanted to get inside you all day. Your pussy is so tight! I’m going to blow it all inside you! Take all of it!” He thrust into me harder and faster and exploded. I came so hard, I let out a yell that I’m sure was heard two doors down. I thought we were done and we would lie together for awhile, but no…

“Let me lick your pussy, Juliet. I want to taste both of us together.”

I didn’t think I could take much more, but Kirk gently licked the inside of my thigh, slowly moving up toward the center. I arched my back toward him and felt myself melt under his masterful lovemaking. I wanted to beg for more, but felt so greedy. He moved up on me, putting his tongue inside me. I never felt anything so incredible. “Turn around so I can suck on you too.” Ken turned around and we enjoyed a 69 for awhile. We were both getting horny again…

“You know, I would be an unfair competitor if I left my buddy hanging next door; after all, with that banana “show” of yours, he’s going to think I set him up to distract him the day before the race. I’m sure he heard “something” over here and is probably going out of his mind by now. He thinks I’m out taking a walk, calming my nerves before the big day tomorrow.”

“What are you suggesting?”

“You know my fantasies, Juliet. Let me watch.”

This intrigued me. During intimate moments, Kirk and I had often shared our fantasy of me doing multiple guys, but I never thought it would actually happen. Bob definitely was a hottie and could fill the bill (and other things), but could it really happen right now? “I can’t just sneak over there and jump the guy. Can I?”

“What guy is going to refuse that? And I know what he’s been listening to for the last hour. He’s probably rock hard right now, and attempting a solo-flight. Go intervene, Juliet. I’ll slip in, sit in the dark corner, and watch my woman flow.”

In bike racing, opportunities are fleeting. You have to make the move when you see a chance or the opportunity is lost. I jumped.

I quietly cracked open the door to our adjoining rooms. The light from my room shone across the bed and with the street lights filtering in from the window, I could see Bob had “heard” something. It looked like he was camping in a tent.

“Bob, are you awake? There’s a lot of noise next door and I can’t sleep.” No answer.

I slipped into the bed quietly. Kirk was sitting in a chair in a dark corner of the room. I slipped down under the blanket and stroked Bob’s already-aroused cock. It was clear he heard the sexual frenzy next door. He groaned as if pretending to be asleep. I knew he was already awake…awake and wishing.

“Are you nervous about the race tomorrow?”

“Mmmmm….ooohhhh…huh?”

“Shhhh….”

I flipped the blankets back so Kirk could get a full view of me pleasuring his friend on my hands and knees, going down on this guy’s entire dick. I knew Kirk was stroking his, watching me, totally focused as if in a race, at what I was about to do to his good buddy.

“Do you like that Bob?” I licked his head, just teasingly, went down on him and then licked it some more.

“Mmmm…don’t stop.” I sucked him harder and his cock grew even more. He pushed my head down on him and pumped his hips. I could hear Kirk breathing harder, picking up intensity. His buddy didn’t have near the endurance of Kirk…I could tell what kind of race it would be tomorrow. This guy was ready to blow and fall to sleep like a little baby. I thought I’d have some more fun with him for awhile though, and give Kirk a little more.

“Can I sit on you? Please…let me sit on your cock…my pussy is tight and wet. Please.”…More hard breathing from the corner.

“Yes! Yes! God, you’re hot! Sit on my cock!”

I straddled him, being sure Kirk had a full view of my ass bent over his friend before I took his cock in my hand and slid him into my already-wet pussy, wet from Kirk’s juices and masterful tongue. I rode him like a wild bronco, back arched, tits shaking from the force of his thrust. I don’t think the guy had been fucked in months. He let out a yell and came within minutes. I compassionately kissed his neck good night and slid off him as he fell asleep. “He’ll probably think it was a dream”, I thought to myself.

Rising from the bed, Kirk’s first load and Bob’s new load began oozing from my sopping wet and open cunt. The room smelled of cum, pussy, and sweat. Kirk stood up, flag pole waving, and motioned me over to his chair. Walking a little bow-legged, I tried to not drip love juice all over. Still stroking his tool, he guided me to sit down, spread-legged.

Still a little shaky from the intensity and excitement of doing another guy, I faintly said, “Sorry it didn’t last longer. Did you get off on that?” Kirk kissed me, a deep French kiss that almost always makes my knees buckle.

Bending over to my ear, he whispered, ““I always get off watching you. I’m about to pop again. Where to you want it?’

“Oh, babe, my pussy’s so full – I want to taste your wad in my mouth”.

“I was hoping you’d say that!”

And in no more than seconds, his rock hard cock was tonsil-deep, quivering, ready to blow.

“Hold your breath – here it cummssss…”

Another big load, like vanilla Gu – I sucked it all down.

As he softened, he bent down to French me again, tasting the salty cum still sticking to my lips, then moved on down between my legs. With two loads of man-love in me, I was a banana cream pie waiting to be eaten. He got right to business, lapping it up and tingling my clit, tantalizing my nether lips, probing my gaping hole. Rapid-fire little tongue-flicks, gentle finger massages, and I was hitting the “big O” again. Man, where did he learn to do that?

Both of us now fully sated, he rose, took my hand, then hoisted me in his muscular arms and carried me across the threshold and back into my room. He gently laid me on my king-sized bed, settled in beside me, and snuggled up. Our mutual wild passion had turned to gentle love. We softly touched and caressed, tracing circles on each other’s backs, he gently stroking my face, I giving his eyes soft butterfly kisses.

“Good night, lovely Juliet. Sleep tight and dream of crits and sprints and finishing with the pack. I love you. Good night.”

“Good night, Kirk. I love you, too.”

[blueduck1954]

Hell yea, that is a hot story...Juliet can sit on my face anytime