A night time bicycle ride

I used to do this frequently, go for bike rides very late at night. But, they weren't just any bike rides. In fact, I am shaking a bit right now, as I write this, remembering it, the thrill, the excitement, the danger.


I poked my head out the door, watching the darkness for signs of other people. The streetlights glowed eerily in the night, watchful over not another soul.

The road brightened for an instant, a car returning home after a very late night. Or leaving for a very early morning. My heart pounded in my ears, feeling like it might burst out of my chest. It thrilled me with the danger and risk, of a late night bicycle ride.

The car passed, showing no signs of slowing down, until the tail lights dwindled away to nothing. I took one hesitant step out, bare leg exposed to the cold night air.

Standing there, waiting for someone to come by, afraid I would be stopped the instant I tried to go out. I waited, watching, eyes probing the darkness and its pools of light.

When no one else passed by, I opened the door, standing in the front door entrance.

I stood there, in sneakers, perfect to run, or jump, or play. This time these sneakers would be used to pedal around. Moving up from my sneakers were long, bare legs, goose bumps already forming from the cold night air caressing the bare, shaved skin. Further up, a hand held firmly in front of my pubic hair, covering up my naughty part. Realizing how silly this was, I dropped it, showing off my full, red, never shaved fur. At later times, it would be shaved, but not this time, not my first late night bicycle ride.

My stomach, small, tight, marred only by a belly button turned inward, a stomach that was moving rapidly with short, quick breaths. Excitement and fear warred within me, leaving me half panicked, yet thrilled.

Further up was the other arm, placed horizontal across my breasts, covering them as best as the arm could. Just like with the hand lower down, the arm dropped as I shook my head over how silly I was being. There was no one around. No one could see me. Besides, what is the use of taking a naked bicycle ride while trying to cover up my naked parts?

Nipples poking out, caressed by the cold night air, hard, expectant, moved up and down slightly as I made my way to my bicycle.

My throat felt tight, partially from the almost panic I felt, as I swallowed again and again, trying to stop myself from running back into the house, give up this silly ride. This wasn't the first time I had ridden my bicycle late at night, but this was the first time I had ever done it clothed in nothing more than socks and shoes.

My face slipped between worry and delight, my eyes glowing in the night. But my smile, it never slipped. It was so exciting. It was so bold. It was so daring. It was so dangerous. If anyone had seen me, they would have known who I was, my body and face shown to the world.

I bent down, facing away from the road, worried that if another car came by, and I noticed in time, I would dart straight for the house. Busying myself on the lock, I tried to completely ignore the world around me, the blood pounding in my ears.

I turned the numbers one by one, trying to line up the combination in the poor light. The numbers finally lined up, slipping the lock free. Letting it drop to the ground, I rolled the bicycle out to the street, a soft click, click, click, following me. As I reached the street, I looked both ways, ready to let go of it and run into the house, but no one was around at this time.

I felt a thrill run through me as I lifted my leg, my pussy opening up to the cool night air, before putting it back down and straddling the cold metal frame.

I stood there, frozen, hundreds of thoughts tumbling through my brain. Finally squashing my fear and doubt, I put one foot on a pedal, lifted my ass, and pushed down.

The cool air brushed me, welcoming me to the night. I settled my ass on the seat and started pedaling, my destination unknown. As my cheeks settled on the seat, the cold of the seat hit my hot skin. I could feel the soft padding beneath me, the firm material beneath that, supporting my cheeks. As I leaned down, the seat pressed against my pussy lips, the up and down motion of my legs pushing the petals down causing the seat to rub my lips, stimulating me, sending small ripples of pleasure through me with each pedal stroke (I won't mention the chafing, which isn't as sexy, but is one of the realities for women riding bicycles...).

I gathered speed, riding around the block, unsure about leaving the comfort of my neighborhood, a place to quickly escape to. Breasts bouncing, legs pumping, I rode around the block: once, twice, three times. A stray dog or two was out, the occasional living room light still on, but not another soul was around, leaving me free to ride my bicycle naked, without fear, without worry.

As the intoxication wore off, and the sense of worry disappeared, it became less thrilling, and more comfortable; just a nice, invigorating bicycle ride with the air washing over me, cooling my body as I heated up. Sweat formed, lightly coating my forehead, my thighs, my back, and my pussy continued to be teased by the soft, yet firm seat beneath my naked bottom.

Relaxing, and feeling more confident, I ventured further, heading out to the big, wide streets. The relative quiet, empty space of the neighborhoods was replaced by the relative quiet of empty streets and closed businesses. There were a few car headlights here and there, but far away from me, turning before they came too close.

I pedaled along, now feeling absolutely comfortable, like it was nothing. Then, the first car passed me. Going the opposite way, the car was soon past. I stopped, breathing heavily, watching its tail lights dwindle behind, waiting for those lights to stop, to turn around, to come back and find me. Adrenaline coursed through me, my body ready for flight. The tail lights dwindled away into nothing. I stood there, straddling my bicycle, but no one came back to find me. No one came to yell at me. No police showed up to arrest me. I was free.

I started off again, standing to gather my speed again. Soon I was underway again, riding around with no destination.

(The first time, nothing else interesting happened, however, I went out for many more rides, and was seen more than once on my rides. In fact, this was what resulted in me being arrested for indecent exposure, but since I was a minor at the time, nothing was done, other than me being grounded for a long time. I won’t write about that here though. To make this more interesting, I will include a few additional interesting points from other, later rides, below here.)

Getting braver, I pedaled down the street, towards the gas station. While it didn't have people gassing up all the time, it did have a gas station attendant at all times.

I slowed down as I approached, and noticed a car at the gas pump. Seeing someone there, I almost turned around, but forced myself to pedal past. The man pumping gas into his car looked once, and then did a double take. I could imagine his eyes widen as this girl rode past the station, breasts bouncing freely, ass in the air, with nothing to cover anything up.

I discovered, when I rode standing up, that, if someone saw me from behind, they would get a nice view of my ass, and occasional glimpses of my pussy as I pushed down on the opposite leg.

A car came up behind me, lights illuminating me, naked, on my bicycle. I did my best to avoid turning to look at the car. I stood up, still pedaling, to show myself off, hoping they would get their view then leave. As the car came up behind me, it slowed down and honked, causing me to jump, my heart feeling like it stopped. It followed for a while, and ended up behind me as we arrived at a stop light, waiting for the light to turn green.

I stood there, waiting for the light, trying to control my breathing, my pulse, as I imagined the driver’s eyes drinking in the sight of my naked body. Studying the muscles of my calves, the curve of my exposed ass. The car pulled up beside me, and my head turned away, not wanting them to see my face. I could picture their eyes studying my body in profile, my breasts, nipples hard, exposed to them. My stomach, fluttering with quick breaths. My fur, shaved, barely seen in the illumination from the overhead street light.

The light turned green, yet I waited. The car waited. I wanted to be away from their roving eyes, they wanted to continue their eye roving.

My pussy flushed with excitement as my brain screamed at me to get away. Finally, I started pedaling, crossing the intersection and continuing up the road. The car followed, slowly. I sped up and the car kept pace. Losing my nerve, I turned a corner, then another, trying to get away from the car. It followed me for the first turn, and then decided it had somewhere else to be, leaving me free to continue my ride without worry.

Riding along, I came across a couple of men walking late at night down a neighborhood street. Feeling braver, and knowing that they could not catch me on a bicycle anyways, I rode past them, slowing down to the point where I almost fell over. Drunken cat calls and whistles bombarded my ears, lewd suggestions thrown at me. I sped up slightly, standing up, and then pedaled away.

Once I was much farther down the street, I decided, as my heart beat in my chest, to go back. I slowed down and stopped a little ways away from them, so they could clearly see me but I could escape if they tried something else (After all, being seen is one thing, but I know the risk, and know what it is like to be raped. I didn't want that fate). They stood still for a minute, eyes leering at me, not moving an inch as they looked my body over, up and down. Once the effect was lost, they moved towards me, calling out their love for me, the intimate things they wanted to do to me. With that, I turned and rode away.

For Climax deprivation guy (Fantasy request)

There was this one guy in experienceproject who had an odd fetish. He wanted to be played with, but never allowed to climax. He asked me over and over how I would do it. However, I am not that cruel, so had never thought about it. Finally, one day when I was up for a writing challenge, I thought about how I would find myself in a situation where I could image myself doing this. Here is his story:


You wake up, not knowing where you are, or how you got here. You just remember a party last night, dancing, then nothing.

As you try to get up, you find your arms tied to a bed. Your feet also seem to be tied to the bed.

You look around, and notice the door opening.

I step in, looking you up and down.

"Aww, what happened? Someone play a joke on you?"

I bend over, looking at you, my low cut shirt showing my breasts, not trapped by a bra.

"Poor guy," I say. "What should I do with you?"

I look directly into your eyes, and lick my lips slowly.

"I think I have an idea."

I move down, undoing your trousers, pulling them down. Then, I pull down your boxers.

"Seems like you like this."

I give a slight laugh, one that doesn't sound very nice.

I rub my hand up your shirt, pulling it up as I gently stroke your skin.

"Not too bad," I whisper.

I step up on the bed, standing over you, green panties hiding what is underneath.

"You know, my panties are getting a git wet, watching you like this," I say, laughing again.

I slowly pull them down, showing my pussy underneath. They reach your chest, and I stand there for a second.

"Wonder what you would say if that gag wasn't in your mouth."

I lift one foot, pulling them over, then the other foot, taking them off.

"Now where to put them."

I put them on your head, slipping them over your hair.

"You look so funny with my panties on your head."

I squat down, spreading my legs, and you see my pussy spread slightly as I sit on your chest.

"So, I have to wonder. What would you do if you could move."

I run my fingers through your hair, watching your eyes dart back and forth.

"I wonder if you are hoping you will get a taste."

I move upward, shifting my way along you. You can feel my pussy on your chest as it drags across you slowly.

"Yes, that feels good."

I keep moving upward, until I am almost to your neck.

"But no, I guess you can't lick me. Too bad."

I lift myself off you, then put my pussy against the gag.

"So, I wonder, do you like this?"

I lift myself again, pressing my pussy against your nose, so you can smell me.

Looking back, I see that you are definitely reacting.

"So, you like this?"

I shift further up, until my pussy is right in front of your eyes.

"Can you see me?"

I put two fingers to my lips, spreading myself in front of your eyes.

"Hmm, such a bad boy."

I move back down, putting my pussy over your nose again.

"I wonder if you can smell my sex."

I move my hand down, rubbing my clit, slowly at first, then faster, faster.

"Ohh yes!"

I use my other hand, putting two fingers inside.

"Ohh, it feels good!"

I work my fingers on my clit and inside my pussy, faster, harder. You can hear the sounds, wet, squishy. You can smell my juices.

"Ohhhh god yes!"

I climax, rolling over next to you.

"That felt wonderful," I whisper.

I take off the rest of my clothes, laying down next to you. You can feel my breasts pushed against your side, my arm over you, cuddling close. My legs wrap around your leg, capturing it.

"Well sweety, I would love to talk to you, but I guess we can't right now."

With that, I caress you, chest, face, even patting your stiff penis from time to time. Eventually, I get sleep.

"Well, good night. See you in the morning."

With that, I fall asleep beside you, naked, as you are left unable to do anything but feel and hear and think.