Girl on a bike

Let’s take it as a fact of life that a show of innocence combined with some wanton display is as sexy as it gets, the big eyes/ no knickers combination clearly being devised by God as a way of keeping the world  populated. That being said, is there any bland and simple activity a girl can engage in that is free of any sexual sub text? I know, what about the simple wholesome act of going out on a summer’s day and riding a bike?

Absolutely not! The combination of a bike, a pretty girl and a short dress is the unholy trinity, a mixture as potent as a nuclear bomb and a short fuse. A bicycle is the cock teaser’s carriage of choice, and Lady Lucifer’s limousine.

To start with just getting on and off the thing can set off erections in a hundred yard radius.

“Could you just steady my bike for me darling?” She says giving you a flash of her perfumed panties. “Thank you so much!” And off she rides ready to cause mayhem and carnage on the public highway.

Instantly  the pavement is thick with tumescent men watching her lovely legs do circular dances for their pleasure while they pray that  the wind will make mischief with her little skirt, which of course it does which makes an exhibition of her tiny knickers.

And to make  it even worse, there are occasions when she even forgets her undergarments and the display she gives her adoring public is as full on as it gets.

 At least without knickers she’s very easy to spank and that at least is something we can take full advantage of when we get her back home.

So having learned her lesson, she puts on some shorts, practical and respectable she tells us but in their own way they might even be worse.

In these  she can get away with even more, out thrusting her cute bottom as she rides along and even at forgetful moments stopping so she can bend down to pick up stray items. 

At least back home she knows she’s gone too far, waiting in the bedroom with her bottom enticingly bare  for the punishment she knows  she has brought on herself for being such a little strumpet!

In Educating Anna, nobody rides a bike. I have to say don’t really see Anna that way, and in one chapter when she’s on her way to a new adventure she drives an ancient Rolls Royce with its roof down. On the other hand, her companion, the chirpy little Mouse with her baby blonde hair and limpid blue eyes would suit a bicycle perfectly, riding round with her  tiny panties on display and a big smile on her face.

Perhaps I should write a sequel!