Ride Me, Baby!
Chapter 7

Copyright© 2007 by rachlou

Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Who knew a charity bicycle ride could be so much fun? Louise never expected that cycling two hundred and fifty miles in four days, would have quite such a cataclysmic effect on her love-life!

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Oral Sex   Masturbation   Voyeurism  

By mid-morning the sun had broken through the clouds and blue sky was once again on show. Louise soon began to wish she hadn't worn her thick fleece, but she was pretty much stuck with it until they stopped for a rest. She stayed towards the middle of the long line of cyclists traversing an endless succession of winding country lanes.

Cows mooed mournfully as they pedalled past and she scowled at them miserably. At least they didn't have to face the fact they'd been shafted both literally and figuratively. She rode onwards, determinedly focussing on the middle distance and trying to forget about the man who was somewhere behind her, probably making eyes at another likely target. Occasionally Alicia's irritating giggle floated down the line and Louise couldn't help but wonder if Rick was flirting with her now. It seemed anything was possible with that hateful man.


"Are you still torturing yourself?" Gillian asked her quietly when they stopped for lunch at a pretty village pub nestled beside a stream. The pair of them stood in the ladies toilets while Louise pulled her unruly hair back into a tight ponytail.

"No," she said firmly. "I told you this morning — he's an arse and that's all there is to it."

Gillian shook her head crossly. "I still think you're wrong about him," she said.

"No, trust me, I'm not!" Louise scraped the last few strands of hair into the band and stared at her reflection. She looked far better than she felt surprisingly. Her skin was tanned from the sun and she had a healthy glow to her cheeks. It was amazing what cycling and sex did for a woman, she thought bitterly.

"Why, what else has happened?" Gillian leant forward curiously, sensing that there was something she had missed.

Louise quickly related what she'd seen in the Duty Free shop and Gillian sighed. "Maybe you've jumped to the wrong conclusion?" she said hopefully.

"No, I didn't." Louise applied some pink lipstick and threw her bits back in her pack. "Come on, let's go eat something." She was in no mood to discuss the incident further — what was the point? After a few hours she would never have to see the man again and that suited her just fine, thank you very much.


The beer garden was idyllic in the warm midday sun. Large umbrellas shaded the wooden tables and fragrant flowers bloomed cheerfully in terracotta pots. The landlord was a friendly soul who seemed more than happy to pass the time of day with them all. He noted their food orders and chatted cheerfully while he served drinks.

Louise took her pint of cider and walked back outside. She quickly glanced around to see who was sitting where before deliberately choosing a table at the end of the terrace, away from the rest of the group. Bob was sat near the wall with Rebecca and Lucy, apparently showing them the photos on his camera. Louise tuned out of that conversation; she had a strong suspicion that windmills and tulips didn't feature all that heavily in the selection.

The view stretched across the valley they had cycled along; endless fields of acidic yellow rape-seed and undulating green pasture. It was a stark contrast to the flat expanses of Holland. Louise rested her feet up on the bench and waited for Gillian to come and join her. She closed her eyes momentarily, enjoying the soporific warmth of the afternoon sun on her face. After the lack of sleep she'd endured in the last three nights, it was difficult to stay awake.

A slight movement of the bench jolted her eyes open again and she looked up expecting to see Gillian.

"Are you ignoring me again?" asked Rick mildly. He placed his pint of beer on the table and sat down beside her, apparently not feeling an invitation was needed.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Sarcasm positively dripped from her tongue.

"Erm... the fact I've noticed a ten mile exclusion zone around you all day?" He raised his eyebrow questioningly and waited for her response.

Louise took a long slug of cider and fervently wished Gillian would hurry the fuck up. "Don't know what you're talking about," she said eventually, refusing to look at him as she sipped her drink.

"LOUISE!" Gillian yelled across the terrace. "Come and get your sandwich, I only have one pair of hands!"

"Excuse me," she said with icy politeness. He looked mad as hell as she left him sat there while she re-entered the cool interior of the pub. Sweat trickled down her back and her nerves jangled painfully. Less than ten minutes ago she'd been starving. Now she just felt sick. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Did he not understand that she had sussed him out now?

"Here you go," said Gillian with a faint smile. Louise took the plate with a chicken baguette and side salad. Maybe she could stay in here and hide for a bit. Perhaps he would really take the hint then? Or maybe he wasn't that sensitive — after all he was a man.

She followed Gillian back outside and noted with some irritation that Rick had moved and was now sitting with Gary, Alicia and Cindy. The four of them appeared to be sharing some amazingly amusing joke and Alicia was braying with laughter in her best donkey impression. Louise couldn't help but notice how the bitch rested her hand possessively on Rick's thigh as she turned and said something else to him with a flirtatious smile.

A sharp pang of insane jealousy ripped through her in response to the overtly casual gesture. Rick must have sensed that she was looking for he turned towards her with the glass of beer glass raised half way towards his mouth. For a long moment everybody else in the vicinity faded out and it was only the two of them, their eyes locked in silent combat.

Louise broke the stare first. She could feel her resolve slipping in the heat of his blue-eyed stare and she forced herself to head for the table in the corner again. Gillian was waiting, already tucking in to her tuna roll with gusto.

"Wow, this is delicious!" she said enthusiastically. "I may have to order another one shortly."

Louise didn't reply. She was far too busy staring at the interesting pattern of cress on her plate. It seemed a good alternative to obsessing over Rick and Alicia. If she had to watch that woman touching him for much longer, she was worried that some kind of homicidal rage might take over. The ensuing headline, "Psychotic Cyclist's Killing Spree!" would hardly be welcomed as great publicity by their designated charity.


The sun was low in the sky by the time Gary announced that they had less than a mile to go. It seemed like another lifetime ago when the ride had set off from the shopping outlet in such high spirits. Now, after four gruelling days of cycling and partying, most of the women were feeling pain of some description.

Louise was certainly in discomfort; her shoulders were aching quite considerably. Her head was also aching after listening to Alicia for the last few hours. It was amazing how one woman could talk non-stop for so long, she thought bitchily. The fact that most of Alicia's conversation was directed at Rick had absolutely everything to do with her bad temper.

Gillian had tried to engage her in chit chat several times, but Louise really wasn't in the mood. The finish line couldn't come soon enough as far as she was concerned. She just wanted to go home and bury her head under a pillow. The thought of a long soak in a hot bath followed by an uninterrupted nights sleep was like the Holy Grail.

"Are you gonna do this again next year?" Sam said, directing her question to Gillian who was cycling in front of Louise.

"Ask me again when my blisters have healed," replied Gillian with a grimace. "The way I feel right now, my bike is going to the tip at the weekend."

Sam laughed. "Yep, you're not the only one!" she grinned. "Rick was telling me earlier about another ride Gary and he are organising later in the year. It's a coast to coast one, up lots of hills and stuff. It sounds pretty cool and I was thinking of signing up for it. Do you fancy it?"

"I might actually."

"What about you, Louise?" Sam swivelled round and smiled brightly. "Would you be up for it?"

"No, I don't think so," she replied. Gillian threw her a sympathetic glance and Sam raised a curious eyebrow.

"What's eating you?" she asked.

"Men trouble," Gillian interjected when Louise didn't reply.

"Ooh! That sounds interesting! Anyone I know?"

Louise gritted her teeth and counted to ten. The last thing she needed was another autopsy on the whole 'Rick' situation. Besides, if Sam knew what had happened, she felt certain everyone else would shortly after. Discreet she wasn't.

The sound of cheering could be heard from the front end of the ride and fortunately Sam and Gillian's attention was drawn away from Louise's calamitous love life.

The tree-lined entrance road to the shopping outlet came into view and the relief on everyone's faces was palpable. They all found a final burst of speed and shot down the road and into the car park. There were lots of family and friends waiting with beer and hugs, but Louise had nobody. Her mum was in Spain and her father had been absent for years. The last she'd heard of him was a post card informing her he was shacked up with some bar maid from Cardiff.

She felt positively deflated now that the ride was finally over. It was a real anticlimax. Accepting a can of lukewarm lager from Gillian, she wandered over to her car and began to take her bags off the bike.

"Photo's everyone!" yelled Gary.

Pasting a smile on her face, Louise reluctantly walked back over and stood for the dutiful photos. Gary's wife was there, watching as they posed for the camera. She seemed blissfully unaware of what her husband had been up to in the last four days and Louise felt rather sorry for her. Poor cow, she thought darkly.

Once the photos were finished, everyone began to disperse amidst tearful goodbyes. Gillian gave Louise a huge hug and for the first time since they had come back, Louise felt sad to be going home. "Thanks for everything," she said. "I'll miss you!"

"Me too, it's been so much fun," replied Gillian with a grin. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to stop my legs from rotating tonight!"

"You'd better stop — or you're sleeping in the spare bed," growled a tall man.

"Sean!" shrieked Gillian. She leapt into his arms and they hugged tightly. Louise turned away feeling very much a spare part all of a sudden. The green eyed monster had struck and she wished there was someone who felt like that about her.

Once her bike was secured on the rack, she was ready to go. Goodbyes had been said to all those she'd gotten to know over the last four days. Even Alicia had grudgingly said a few words on her departure, although Louise doubted she actually meant any of them.

She and Gillian exchanged telephone numbers and promised to keep in touch once the dust had settled. "We'll go out for a drink soon," said Gillian.

Louise nodded and thought that'd probably be fun. With a final wave, she climbed into her car just as she saw Rick heading in her direction. He looked like he wanted to talk, but she slammed her door shut and swiftly turned the key in the ignition. Before he was even close, she was gone with a screech of rubber on the tarmac.

Unable to stop herself glancing in the rear view mirror, she saw him standing, watching her leave. Her heart felt like it was tearing in two, but she knew she'd done the right thing. There was no way on earth she was going to allow herself to become involved with another cheating bastard. Oh no, stupid she wasn't.


"Wanna coffee?" asked Sally, noting the expression of horror on Louise's face as she reviewed her pile of work.

"Yeah," Louise sighed miserably. It was amazing how a few days off seemed to triple her workload. Even her email in-box was bulging with unprecedented volumes of spam. The way her day was going, she was still going to be sat here at midnight.

Glumly she scrolled down the list of emails, sending all of the generous offers for cheap Viagra straight into the trash folder. When she saw one from Rick, she nearly hit delete on that too, but something made her open it up.

It didn't say much beyond hoping that she was okay. It appeared to be a generic email forwarded to everyone on the team, encouraging them to collect their sponsorship money in as soon as possible. Despite reminding herself that she was not meant to be thinking about him, Louise couldn't help feeling hurt that he hadn't even bothered to send a proper message. Clearly he had forgotten about her already, which was less than flattering.

She finally hit 'delete' with a scowl and emptied her trash folder just for good measure. Once she had collected all her money in - that would be it, no more contact with him. She certainly wasn't planning on signing up for any more rides, unlike some of the other women. No, she wasn't a bloody masochist.


"Well done!" grinned Paolo as he handed over a ten pound note. His fingers brushed hers and he seemed reluctant to let go once she grabbed his money.

"Thanks — it was fun," she smiled, retrieving her hand. Actually it hadn't all been fun, but she wasn't thinking about that these days. Rick who?

"Well anytime you need a massage..." Paolo's voice trailed off suggestively and Louise felt a shiver run through her.

"Paolo!" a feminine voice yelled shrilly across the gym. "I'm ready for you!"

They both turned around to see a peroxide blonde bimbo jiggling up and down on the spot enthusiastically. Paolo checked his watch and grimaced. "Fuck, she's early," he groaned.

Louise hid a smile and pocketed the cash quickly. "I'll think about the massage," she promised flirtatiously. In all honesty it was the best offer she'd had all week and she would almost certainly be thinking about it later. But she knew Paolo wasn't the one for her. She had no intention of being one of many.

"Anytime," Paolo reminded her with a wink. "My door is always open for you."

Louise grinned and gestured towards Miss Peroxide near the water cooler. "You'd better hurry — she looks desperate," she said slyly.

Paolo rolled his eyes and sauntered off slowly as Louise and every other female in the room admired his sexy ass. Yep, she'd definitely be thinking about that open door later.


Louise sat at her desk counting all the cash and cheques she'd collected over the last two weeks. Everyone had paid up without too much hassle, even the legendarily tight Mr Foster, her boss. He had insisted on seeing photographic evidence to prove that she'd actually done the bike ride, but eventually he'd grudgingly signed his name with a flourish on the cheque.

Now all she had to do was to post the money to Rick. He had sent her several emails since they'd returned from Holland. She had read each and every one, but replied to none of them. The last one had arrived this morning and was sent only to her, as opposed to every rider on the team like all the previous emails.

 
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