Lost In The Moment - Sex Stories

Lost In The Moment

... well get home.”

She knows what she means by saying it and she pouts a smile on seeing his reaction to those few words. They are not so far from her place, now, and they maintain the pace. She’s mildly disconcerted to feel his hand on her shoulder as he pedals faster than she does and so helps her along. His assistance has not been asked for, but she senses a subtle shift in what has played out between them for so long.

“You’re home at last,” he smiles as Luc takes off his water-slicked sun shields and gazes at her. She can’t miss how his cycling suit shapes him as he stands astride the crossbar of his bike. He likes what he sees of Betty in her wet cycling gear and is caught in two minds about what to do.

“You’re not going, not leaving me now, are you?” she asks in dismay as he watches her take off her cycling helmet and finger out her hair. “Come in and dry off a bit?”

“I won’t get any wetter going home.”

“I said that I’d like you to come in.” She stands closer and gazes at him approvingly, a soft provocative smile to be seen on her lips, a hint of some pink lip gloss still to be seen on them. “We’re like two wet cats let into the house. Now, come on!”

Her happy voice persuades him.

“You win and I get a chance to be with you a whole lot longer, Betty,” he assures her, needing no persuading to be with the woman shaped so enticingly by her wet cycling gear that now clings to a curvy figure. Betty’s hair is a wet tangle that only lends her a wild and ...

... rebellious look that he’s not seen before.

Their voices echo in her small hallway as they kick off their cycling shoes and strip away sodden ankle socks. They laugh at the awkwardness of their movements and hold out a hand to offer support, or to make real what seems to be a different bond that is forming between them.

“I want to do this,” he says as Betty stands close for a moment. He hugs her after struggling with the impulse not to do so. They’ve had a platonic relationship for longer than he thought possible or wanted. “Every time we’re together it’s different and means something to me, just as this one does now.”

It sounds crazy what she is now prompted to say.

“Do you want to take a shower and warm up? I can put your cycling gear in the tumble dryer. I’ll grab a dressing gown for you…”

Her voice trails away as she sees his answering smile. “Yeah, that sounds good. So yes, okay….”

They leave a trail of water droplets on the stairs and she points Luc in the direction of her bathroom and hands him a towel along with a white Terry-cloth bathrobe. He will find anything else he needs in there as she closes the door on him, her heart racing as she wonders what he will make of this change in their dealings with each other.

Luc will strip off that body-shaping cycling gear that has had her wondering all through the cycle ride what he will have thought of her, each of them sodden by the rain and their gear clinging to their bodies, skins glistening where it has ...