1. Share the road


    Date: 10/7/2018, Categories: Fiction, Romance, Author: xmistiex, Source: sexstories.com

    It was about 4:00 one late spring afternoon and I was driving casually up a country road, on the way back to town after doing a soil stability analysis on a rural site. I was coming up on a bicyclist headed the same way, half watching him/her to be sure I wasn't crowding the rider with my F250. The rider was wearing one of those tight, ugly unisex cycling outfits, and I had given up checking out cyclist's rear ends after a couple occasions of discovering, on passing the rider, that the cute butt at one end of the bike had a beard at the front. I've got no problem with gays, but I'm not and I can't help it if I found the experience disturbing. I stuck to watching them just enough to be sure I was sharing the road fairly after that. I had just swung out to pass the rider with plenty of space when a black and white blur flew out of the roadside bushes and hit the front wheel, sending the rider ass over teakettle. I slammed on the brakes and turned to see a big, ugly dog snapping at the downed rider as he/she tried to fend it off with the bike from a sitting position. Well, that's ridiculous; I grabbed my hawthorn walking stick from behind the seat and jumped out, waving and yelling. The dog turned to me and got a couple good whacks in the ribs before it put its tail between its legs and ran off yelping. I turned to the rider. "You hurt?" I looked a little closer. Definitely female, even under the eyesore cycling outfit. She pulled off her helmet, releasing a tangled mass of ...
    strawberry blond hair, and looked up at me. "Scraped up but nothing worse, I think. Where did that thing come from?" "Must belong to one of those hillbillies out here. Let me help you up." She started to take my hand and then winced. "Darn, my hands are really scraped up." "OK, let's try it this way." I held her upper arm to keep her steady as she picked herself up. She took a couple steps and then staggered, almost going down, and I threw an arm around her waist. Not a big waist, I noticed in passing. She let me take her light weight. "You hit your head or something?" "No, I think it's just adrenaline aftershocks. That was scary." "No kidding." I dropped the tailgate and half lifted her onto it. "Just sit there for a few minutes and get your bearings. Let me see your hands." She held them out. Both palms were well scraped up, with a couple fairly deep cuts that looked like they had gravel in them. Nice hands otherwise, long fingers well cared for. "I need the first aid kit. Sit tight a second." When I came back I noticed a line of blood running down her leg. Potentially attractive legs under better circumstances. "Looks like your knees took a hit too. How do they feel?" She swung her legs a little. "Just scraped and bruised, I think." She sucked on her lower lip. Cute gesture on her. "I'm really putting you to a lot of trouble here. Don't you need to go someplace?" "What am I going to do, leave you ten miles from town injured and with a busted bike? I work for myself so there's ...
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