Anna Maria Island by Jennifer O'Donnell Read Free Book Online

legs. Crunches
on an exercise ball and light weights were toning my abs and upper body. The
bike was a great addition.
    Back at the house, I made a drink
and undressed. I gathered my book, the vibe, some oil and went to the couch. I
read more of the short stories. I spread a beach towel on the couch and
stretched comfortably on the cushions. Soon, I put the book down and started to
fantasize.
    I was by the pool at some resort
and wearing a bikini one only wears on vacation – a tiny top and thong bottom.
I'm reading some trashy novel and notice a guy checking me out. I retreat to my
room that looks onto the pool and watch him from a sliding door. He looks sexy,
and I feel cravings rise up in me. I stand more in view and am certain he sees
me. He glances over, then returns to chatting with someone. But I know he saw
my form standing back from the glass door. I touch between my legs. I'm swollen
and wet. As he chats with a girl, I untie a string at my hip. The thong slips
to the floor. I wear sexy sandals and kick the damp thong away. I untie the
top. Letting it fall to the floor I stand back. He can see everything. As he
watches, I wet my fingers and touch my nipples. I step back and sit on the bed.
Legs spread wide, I rub gently. He moves closer still, walking away from his
chat. I know he can see me. I rub harder and come. I imagine I'll see him
later, maybe at the bar.
    I continued to lie on the towel
with oil smeared on my breasts. My bare cunt was slippery. My fingers tasted
like cherries and me. I caught my breath and read more of a story. When I
finished, I took a warm shower and rinsed the lingering traces of my fantasy
from my body.
    The next day ,I rode my bike to the
local school where the group gathered for a ride. About thirty people were
assembling. Some brought their bikes on their cars; some rode them like me. The
owner of the store, Jack, was clearly the leader. He led the “fast” group that
would go out for 25 miles. The “intro” group was led by a woman, Terri, from
the local hospital. She was a little older than I, very fit, and seemed to know
how to organize the crowd. It was announced that everyone was invited to a
local pub after the ride.
     The fast group set off and
disappeared down the shore road. They looked like serious athletes. I learned
later than some were ex-college racers, and some were preparing for a
triathlon. The intro group was larger and more diverse. I tagged onto the rear
of the pack for a 10-mile jaunt. The ride was fun and the pace was quick, but I
kept up.  We rode without stopping, and I realized this was great exercise. We
returned to the start, and I felt a sense of accomplishment. This was not easy,
and I surprised myself by staying with the group. Later I'd learn that they
slowed for me and a few others, and "no one gets dropped from the intro group."
    At the pub I got acquainted with
the group. People were friendly and open. I immediately liked them. All were
reasonably fit; some were top-level athletes and extremely fit. The hospital
sponsored the ride as part of a wellness program. My group leader was a
physical therapist. People had beers and food. I noticed no one overate or got
drunk. This crowd was clearly into getting or staying fit.
    I chatted with the physical
therapist. She asked how I felt after my first group ride. I explained that I
felt challenged but did okay. We talked some about fitness training and how I
could get better fast. I admitted it was all good but.... my butt hurt. She
laughed and offered that she was not surprised. I was wearing shorts; everyone
else was wearing padded cycling shorts. She said she did not have the heart to
tell me that at the start. She knew I'd learn the hard way. "Go back to
the shop and pick up some padded lycra shorts, a jersey or two, and padded
gloves. They'll really make a difference."
    I laughed. "I will. The guys
at the shop didn't try to up sell me." She smiled and shared that the shop
owner knew I'd be back if I