Cyclists and Hot Tubs

I wrote this story to send to the woman who participated in it with me. We are friends (both of us married) by way of a cycling group. Over the years we’ve gotten pretty close, as friends, and have spent our fair share of time flirting with each other. This story begins by my teasing that someday I’m going to show up to her house at 3:30am, before one of our early morning bike rides, and take a dip in her hot tub. She welcomed the dare. Here is the recount of the experiences…

Every time I rode to your house it was with nervous excitement anticipation. Each time I would fantasize over the way it would play out, or how I hoped it would play out. “I’m going to get butt ass naked, you are going to see me, and I’m excited to do it!! You set my blood rushing, my heart pounding, and my member pulsing!”