“Yeah sure no problem,” he replied. Olek was used to her saying stuff like that, and he still made sure they’re out for at least three hours regardless.
They took out their mountain bikes and Olek closed the garage door behind them. And with that, they mounted and snapped their shoes into their pedals, and rode out to the trails.
The trails were narrow and the dirt was moist. They careened through like on a roller coaster for an hour and Anna felt the sweat on her face and hair and under her jersey despite the cool temperatures. And then, as forecast, it began to drizzle. Since they were in the forest, the canopy of the trees kept the rain from penetrating towards them for a while until the leaves could hold back no more and the light rain reached the trails.
Anna was damp from sweat and then became wet from the rain. But they continued, with Olek in front and Anna following.
The trails became more muddy as the rain increased. Their tires slid and kicked back clumps of mud towards their bodies. Anna’s bare legs were becoming muddy and her shorts and arms gathered wet dirt. Still they continued.
After over two hours, Anna was soaked and miserable.
“How are you doing?” he shouted through the rain.
“Fine!” she replied without a smile.
“Okay great!” he smiled.
Asshole, she thought.
After a climb, they started a rough and rocky downhill, and Anna’s tires lost their grip on a turn. Screaming, she crashed into the mud and tree roots. Olek heard her and did his best to stop his bike quickly, dismounted, and climbed back up the trail to her as she lay on the wet ground.
“Are you okay?” he shouted.
“I don’t know… not sure…”
She disconnected her shoes from the pedals and tried to slowly get up on her own but stumbled back into the mud with her left hip bearing the impact.
“Ugh… that was a rough fall,” she gasped.
Her left leg felt shaky and sore as she lay there. She looked downwards and realized that her lycra shorts were ripped on her left thigh, from the front of her hip right down to the seam at the bottom. The stretchy lycra was pulling the rip apart.
As she moved about, he leaned down to hold her shoulder with one hand, and had his other hand ready to feel her leg for any injury, and suddenly he stopped. “Oh wow, look at you,” he said with a nervous tone, noticing her torn shorts. “That’s… that’s a bad rip.”
She noticed that he was gawking, and when she looked down at her thigh, she saw that at the edge of the lycra tear, it revealed the edge of her pubic hair. Her pale white skin was glistening from the rain water and short curly black strands peeked out from under thin nylon fabric.
And that’s when she noticed that he had an erection.
If you ask men about wearing lycra shorts, they may tell you that fear of an erection is real. At least when you’re wearing normal shorts with loose cotton cloth, there is a gap under the fabric, with folds and seams, all of which can mostly hide the tumescence of a penis. But lycra shorts reveal all. Lycra shorts with nothing under them mean the fella can’t hide. And if the man lets his mind wander to certain stimuli, subconscious anatomical changes happen, and it becomes visible, and embarrassing.
As Anna was lying there in the mud with her torn shorts and Olek stood above her, he was not able to notice that she saw what was immediately in front of her because she was wearing a helmet and protective glasses. So he could not be embarrassed by seeing her look at his erection. But erection it was, and Anna was thrilled.
The fall and the rip in her shorts was not in her plan but played well for her.
“Ughh, yeah, I guess I need to get back… out of these shorts,” she said to him.
He tried to recover and pretend he wasn’t noticing anything he shouldn’t, pretend that nothing that shouldn’t be uncovered was visible.
“Yeah, yeah, okay, Anna, can you try to stand again?”
He put a hand under her buttock and held her hand with his other hand to pull her up. He didn’t look down at her shorts so she wasn’t sure how much was visible in this position.
He picked up her bike and brought it next to her.
“Can you ride?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think so. Can we head back now? I’m really getting cold.”
“Me too. This rain is getting bad,” he replied. “Just follow me.”
They both mounted their bikes and continued on the trail. The rip in her shorts didn’t affect her riding but she felt the water and cold directly on her exposed skin. She felt she had to move quickly to stop the shivering.
He turned from one branch of the trail to another, with Anna following, and then down to a dirt road. They were very familiar with this road and knew it wasn’t long to get to the house.
He opened the garage and they entered. As they put the bikes away, it gave them a minute away from the rain, but she was soaked and felt cold shivers, and ran out towards the house door, with him following after he closed the garage door.
Now inside the house, she finally felt the relief of the dry warmth despite the very wet clothes.
“Do you want to go in the shower?” he asked her. The house had only one bathroom.
“Uhh, no you go ahead. You go first,” she replied.
“Are you sure? Aren’t you cold?”
“I’m feeling better. You can go first.”
“Okay.”
Olek took off his cycling shoes and walked with soaked socks across the floor to the bathroom.
Anna watched him go inside and close the bathroom door without latching it. She then took off her shoes and socks, released her hair from the ponytail elastic, and headed to the front mirror to see the damage.
Her hair and face were dirty, and arms and jersey were grimy, and her legs were muddy. The ripped shorts were a site. Standing straight, the rip was narrow and nothing other than a slit of skin could be seen.
Olek meanwhile undressed and turned on the hot shower in the large stall behind the curtain. He felt cold and the need for heat. When he stepped into the cascade of water, he grunted in satisfaction. Just standing there felt good. He picked up the bar of soap and started cleaning himself. Yet the image of what he saw suddenly returned to his mind. That rip, and what it revealed. No, he tried to fight the thought, no not now. Anna fell and could’ve been hurt. That was his responsibility. He was supposed to look after her, because she’s just a girl, and he’s the man. Yeah she’s weak.
He heard the crackling of thunder outside.
He cupped his hand and poured shampoo into it, and then worked it into his scalp. And then he heard Anna in the bathroom.
“Anna?”
Undressed, she had made it into the bathroom quietly, but in her nervousness and clumsiness, stumbled into the cabinet and brought attention to herself. She had to think quickly.
“Oh, umm, yes, the thunder outside! I got scared. I didn’t want to be alone,” was what she came up with.
“Oh okay,” he said from behind the shower curtain. “Well, Anna, you’re safe. It’s okay. I’m not far.”
Anna smiled at this. With a weak voice, she said, “oh I know, I feel better now.”
“Just wait outside for me. Don’t worry about anything.”
“Okay I’ll, I’ll wait outside.”
She paused for a couple of seconds and then with a deep breath, very carefully, very quietly, she slipped the shower curtain back enough for her to enter the shower stall.
Olek’s eyes were closed because of the shampoo over his face. His back was to the shower head and he was front and center to Anna without being aware of it.
Anna had never seen a naked man before, not in person. She saw that his eyes were closed and realized that he did not know she was there. She stepped forward to be right in front of him, and looked alternatingly between his face and his penis.
Nervously, she summoned the courage to take the next big step. She gently took his hand in hers.
Olek jumped in surprise. He tried to open his eyes but the sting of the shampoo didn’t let him see much. All he realized was that Anna was right there in the shower with him.
“ANNA! What are you doing?”
“I … just wanted to be with you, y’know?” she breathed in a girlie voice. “I … just wanted to feel your strength. I was scared today. I felt cold and scared.”
Olek’s heart jumped out of his chest, and his mind was racing. He felt both bewilderment and manly. The shower started to clear the shampoo from his eyes and he got a look at her face right in front of his. She noticed this and let him see that she was looking down at his penis.
She dropped his hand from hers, and brought both up to her cheeks, and excitedly said, “oh my god, it’s so big.”
He looked down and he realized he was naked and she was referring to his penis. She was so close to him that he was practically looking down between her full breasts, and it struck him that she was completely naked too. All this naturally had the effect of sending blood to his penis and it grew involuntarily.
Anna took a deep breath and decided to cross the line again, and reached down with her right hand to hold his swelling penis.
“Anna, hey, stop that. You shouldn’t be holding me like that,” he muttered.
“I… just want to feel your strength,” Anna said excitedly. She then used her left hand to lift his scrotum. Naturally she always wanted to know what a penis felt like, but a man’s balls were a real curiosity. They felt so strange to her.
“I never felt one before,” she breathed. “I really like it.”
Olek was confused about what to do. In a way this was a fantasy. But it also felt bizarre and maybe wrong.
“It feels strong. Masculine,” she added, still with her face looking downwards.
Anna wanted to keep the initiative, to stay in charge of her plot.
“Can we dry up and get out of the bathroom?” she suggested as she stepped back with a gentle tug at his genitals.
report “Uhh yeah okay, yeah,” he stammered. He twisted to turn off the shower and they stepped out of the shower, as she released his balls but kept her hold on his penis..
“Here, I’ll dry you up,” he said, taking his large towel and drying her hair and upper body. He rubbed the towel over her breasts and back and wasn’t sure what to do further down.
She was slightly further back now and he was able to look at her more fully. Anna had impressive firm breasts, and her black pubic hair looked trim. He liked the shaved pubes that he enjoyed in his magazines but what she displayed was pretty good. The image of that pubic hair back on the trails earlier flashed in his mind again.
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