A naked bike race

The annual nude bike race was a yearly tradition celebrated throughout the city just as the weather started to turn warm. Generally, it was a modest event with people racing down the street in their boxers, bras, and panties. Maybe you would see someone in a thong or perhaps a woman would be bold enough to go topless, but rarely did a person go nude as the name suggested.

Kristy Davis looked in the mirror wearing her conservative blue underwear set scrutinizing every stitch of the design. Adjusting her bra she verified that not an inch of her cleavage was on display. Turning to the back, she assured herself that her ass was not sticking out.

It is not as though Kristy minded showing a little skin, hell she was about to ride a bike through the center of town in only her underwear, no, the problem was one of reputation. She was the head of the bike club at her College and thus presented herself as an ambassador for the school at a wide array of biking events. Normally she and her team just had to remain on their best behavior while at events, but this bike race would certainly test their limits. If it were up to her, they would simply not go, however, given the amount of publicity that would be present, there was no way they could turn it down...

With a sigh, Kristy took her bike and wheeled it out of her apartment and onto the street. A blush burned itself into her cheeks as she took her first steps outside. For a moment, she considered bringing a jacket but quickly struct the idea from her mind. There was no way she was going to look squeamish at this event.

Peddling down the street, she began to pick up attention almost immediately.

“You go girl!” a voice shouted in her direction.

“What a cutie!” another voice called out.

The attention made the burning of her cheeks grow more intense. A part of her wanted to indulge the onlookers, maybe stop and pose for a few pictures. However, she refrained from the urge, not wanting to be late for the opening ceremony. But would there be any harm in at least acknowledging them?

“Looking good, beautiful!” another voice shouted.

Pressed on by her ego, she took her eyes off the road for only a moment to wave at her admirer, just as she did so her bike swerved slightly causing her to brush alongside a thorny bush on the side of the road.

Quickly correcting her trajectory, Kirsty cursed herself for losing concentration. Had she lost her focus for even a moment longer she might've crashed leaving her attendance at the race in jeopardy. Tightening her grip on the handle, she rushed ahead ignoring the exclamations and calls of those around her.