The Cyclist

"Oh all right!" I said as if she was being a spoilsport. It didnt stop me staring at her neatly trimmed landing strip and the entrance beneath. "Fine, but it has to be lycra. I want people to be able to appreciate your fine tits 'n' ass!"

Just then a cyclist approached at speed coming down the path towards us. "Stop! Please".

The girl screeched to a halt. "What's up?" she said looking alarmed.

"Please get off your bike".

"Ok", she said and dismounted. She looked hot in a skintight lycra cycling outfit. "What's happened? Is there something I can do to help? She looked at Morgan trying to cover up her naked pussy with her hands.

Ignoring her, "That's the kind of thing you should be wearing Morgan!" I told the girl who had lost her hideous overall shorts and panties and was standing with her pussy bared to the wind. "In fact, you, cyclist, - sorry what's your name?"

"Melissa. Uh, what the hell is going on?" she said looking at the two girls, and in particular the semi-naked one.

"Please don't worry about it Melissa. Please just take your clothes off and give them to Morgan here".

In a moment, the hot cyclist was stripping and handing her clothes over to Morgan who stretched her way into them. I have to admit she looked good, but I suddenly felt like checking out the cyclist somehow who was now undoing her chin-strap. "Its ok, you can keep your helmet".

"Thanks - it pays to be safe". Then she looked down at herself in some embarrasment, realising now that she was wearing nothing between her helmet and her footwear.

"Please dont worry. You look good like that!" I said.

"Thanks" she said, appreciating the compliment and instantly forgetting her embarrassment. "Well, its been lovely meeting you all. Bye now!" and with that she began pedalling once more and I watched fondly as her ass wobbled on the seat from behind as she disappeared.