Date: 28 May 2001 18:14:57 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: marianne Chapter3 ( A woman and young adult F/F)

Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women.  If this type of content
offends you, or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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                          Marianne Chapter 3
                        The Morning bike rides
                                  By
                                 Jan


	In my never-ending fight with age and weight I am always
exercising.  My husband bought me an English ten speed bicycle
with the gearshift levers on the ends of the handlebars.

	I can never remember the name of the thing.  So I get up
early every morning and put on my black spandex ridding shorts
with the inside of the thighs padded and me black sports bra.  If
it is cool I put on a Gore-Tex windbreaker.  I like the French
helmet called a hairnet because it is tubes of padded leather.  My
shoes have plastic clips that grip the steel tubular pedals.  This
allows me to get my foot free without the leather strap across my
foot.  The point of all this is to let you know I take my exercise
seriously.

	I head west every morning so that I am traveling slightly
up hill.  I ride hard for ten miles stop for a cup of coffee before
heading home to shower and get ready to go to work.  When I
have the time like weekends I even ride all the way to the
Stonewall Jackson Memorial.

	This one morning I noticed a rider behind me for a few
miles.  When a traffic signal stopped me she pulled up along
side of me.  She told me she had seen me ridding this road
several times and decided that she would join me.  Her name
was Linda.  I really didn't mind the company.  So we took off at
a good pace and sweat was running down my back and into my
shorts.  She told me that she was a junior in college on a track
scholarship.   She could have run away from me anytime that
she wanted to do so.  But she paced herself to my pace.  I
learned a lot about her as we rode.  When we stopped at my
turnaround coffee shop.  She offered to buy me a donut but I
refused telling her that the sugar would destroy all the good
work I had just done.  So we drank our coffee as she ate a
glassed donut.  When we were done we turned around and
headed home.

	Going downhill makes it easier on the legs so the pace is
faster.  I was surprised that Linda chose to fall in behind me in a
single file.  I knew that that was the legal way to ride but I
thought she should have lead.  When I approached my home and
I turned into the driveway she waved and went on her way.

	The next morning as I pulled the bike out and rolled down
the driveway Linda was there waiting for me.  This morning she
set the pace and I had to work hard to keep up with her.  I was
huffing and puffing when we stopped for coffee.  She insisted
that she would pay.  Then we headed home.  Again she led the
way.  For a couple of weeks it went like that.  I did get stronger
and soon was able to keep up with her pace.  I knew that she was
not pushing as hard as she could but I was getting a good
workout keeping up with her.

	Then I had a free weekend and the two of us decided to
ride to Stonewall Jackson Memorial to have lunch.  So I put a
lunch together and put it in the bag on the front of my
handlebars.  Early in the morning we headed south.  This was
going to be about a forty-mile ride one way.  We were not in a
rush so we just set a comfortable pace.

	When we got to the park we found a concert picnic bench.
We had lunch and talked for an hour or so.  I asked her why she
let me lead so much.  She shocked me by saying that she liked
the view from behind.  I had visions of her looking at the sweat
dripping down my back and disappearing into my shorts.  Was
she telling me that she was into having sex with women?  I let
the subject die and went on to what her major was in school.
She was a medical major and I found out that she was a middle
distance runner.

	We finally headed home and Linda fell in behind me and
my pussy was getting wet from more than just sweat.  I couldn't
help think why would a young girl like her be interested in a
woman old enough to be her mother.  I sure did not have the
body of a young athlete like her.

	When I got home both my son's and husband's cars were
gone.  So I invited her in for a glass of iced tea.  We put the
bikes in the backyard and went in the back door.  There was a
note on the kitchen counter telling me that my son had taken his
girlfriend to dinner and a movie.  My husband had gone fishing
with a couple of his buddies.  So I knew that I would have the
house to myself for hours.  I poured us both tall glasses of tea
and we sat down at the breakfast table to drink the tea.

	We chatted comfortably for a while when I notices the
sweat had dried on my bra and the salt was showing white and I
knew that there must be a white streak down the crack of my
ass.

	I decided to find out if Linda was interested in women.  I
asked her if she wanted to take a shower to clean up.  She told
me that she would love a shower.

	We went into the master bedroom and I stripped off all
my clothes and headed for the shower.  I stepped in after
adjusting the temperature.  I closed the door and started soaping
my breasts.  I didn't turn around when the door opened and a
cool draft tickled my back.

	When Linda reached under my arms to cup my breasts I
almost climaxed from the thrill.  I turned my head around and
we kissed each other.  Her right hand traveled down the middle
of my body as she felt for my vagina.  Her fingers went into my
cunt and she masturbated me slowly.  Then I turned around and
put my soapy hand on the hair between her legs.  She was about
my height but her upper legs were very muscular.  Her breasts
were not large and they looked as hard as rocks.  Her nipples
were hard little bullets.  I could not resist kissing them.  We
rushed our shower and dried each other off and went into my
bedroom.  She pulled me on top of her as we kissed.

	Linda clamped her mouth onto my breasts as her hand felt
my hips as she rubbed our pubic mounds against each other.  I
had to taste her and I knelt between her legs and opened up her
legs her brown pubic hair parted to reveal a very youthful
vagina.  I clamed her clitoris with my mouth and sucked her as I
put a finger in her cunt.  She climaxed in my mouth and her hips
jerked as she climaxed.

	Linda soon wanted to return the favor and she guided me
up on the bed so that I was on my knees with my head on the
bed.  She sucked my pussy at the same time her nose was
rubbing my anus.  She even licked it a little.  As I came she
spooned out the fluid with her tongue.  We dressed and I gave
her one of my fresh exercise outfits to ride home in.  I kept her
sweaty spandex shorts so that I could wash them.  But I didn't
wash them for days because I would take the out of the hamper
so I could smell the crotch as I masturbate at night.


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