The chatty girls on the bikes

You walked up to the row of bikes and observed the two chatty girls from behind. They looked to be in their early twenties, dark haired and olive skinned. Middle eastern maybe. Turkish? Lebanese? Mediterranean? You couldn’t really tell. They were pretty in an average sort of way with strong noses. Some might call them big, but you think it suited them to be honest. While the girls looked similar you had a feeling they weren’t sisters. Maybe from the same community, went to the same school sort of thing.

They were both average height, slim builds, where one, wearing the red tights, had a notably bigger bust size compared to her friend who had a more generous butt to hip ratio in the green tights. You couldn’t decide which one you liked more physically.

As they were doing before, the girls were deep in a fast paced conversation while they pedalled lazily. You’re not sure if they were getting much of a workout at all.

You kind of just stared at them for a minute, which was a creepy-ass thing to do, but you felt that for some reason nobody else would see it that way. When the women finally noticed you standing there they stopped talking and looked over their shoulders at you.

“Um… can we help you?” asked the one in red, her eyebrow as arched as her tone. The one in green just blinked at you. They continued to pedal. It felt like the time was right, so you said hello.

“Hello.”

At this both girls exchanged looks then frowned at you.

“Do you want something?” asked Green, though the way she asked didn’t make it seem like she would be especially helpful. Oh boy. You clenched your fists, looking her up and down,eyes lingering on that ass as she cycled. You took a calming breath. Here goes nothing.