Nothing happened

They didn't meet anyone, of course, but the mere possibility of it brought Sabine additional orgasms. It was almost as if she was riding a single wave of orgasm. There could have been someone around every bend and after the bend, the next one was already in sight. Sabine was so flashed that she arrived at the end of the lap, her whole body twitching with delight, put the bike down on the side stand and jumped straight onto his stiff boner. There she rammed herself from one high to the next while he carried her with difficulty across the road to the flower meadow.

From then on, naked biking was also part of their program, if the weather allowed it. The flashed feeling wore off a little with repetition and so they increased their excitement by leaving their clothes behind at the rest area. Somewhat hidden under the trees there. Sabine only had a light, loose-fitting dress with a large neckline that she could slip on super quickly with a helmet on her head if necessary. A pair of swimming shorts was enough for him as emergency clothing.

They only came across a cyclist once. A young, wiry lad who was just starting to ride up a long incline. He was astonished when two naked motorcyclists suddenly rode past him. At the top, after two and a half kilometers of ascent, there was one last bend, after which the road went over the crest and the view over the hilly landscape below was fantastic. Sabine honked and pulled over, jacked the bike up and lay down in the middle of the road. “Take me! Now! Hurry up!”. He couldn't help but jump on her. How long would it take for the cyclist to conquer the hill? Five minutes? Longer? Shorter? He put her legs over his shoulders and penetrated her deeply. She came immediately and didn't stop for as long as they fucked. What would they do if he suddenly appeared up there? When he finally came inside her with a grunt, they jumped up, hopped on the bikes and stepped on the gas. Not a minute too soon. In the rear-view mirror, they could just see the panting cyclist coming over the crest. Sabine got her butt out of the saddle and showed him her beautiful moon.

When they arrived at the rest area, they jumped naked into their meadow and fucked like rabbits. They didn't notice that the cyclist had also arrived at the rest area after a while, helped himself to the spring and looked with interest at the motorcycles, which were still cracking softly from the heat. He then followed the noises and watched for a while as the two of them had fun together in the deep grass. They only startled when they heard the repeated click of a bicycle gear shift. Two heads emerged from the meadow and looked after the cyclist riding away. Shortly before the next bend, he turned around again and waved to them in a friendly manner...