1. The Queen B


    Date: 9/13/2017, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Domination / Submission, Female solo, Author: The_Technician, Source: sexstories.com

    her pedal broke. More than once, she had ridden to that small oasis just before dark and then walked her bicycle onto the small path that led out behind the shelter. After hiding the bike– and her clothing– in the bushes, she would return to the table and lay upon it masturbating with one of her favorite dildos. There was a motion-controlled light in the shelter, but she had learned that there was a switch for it on one of the back posts, high on the outside nearly at the roof where it was not visible from the bike path. She often imagined herself tied to the table, being ravished by pirates or convicts or gangs of unbelievably handsome outlaws. Only once had she even come close to being caught. She was lying on the table in the darkness when a lone bike went past on the trail. Whoever it was probably lived somewhere on the path and was riding home. They had a small headlight aimed at the path and evidently did not see her on the table in the darkness. The thought of tonight’s missed rendevous brought a wry smile to her face... and a yearning between her legs. She was tempted to complete her fantasy here in the middle of the trail, but her soreness from the fall had broken the mood. Besides, she had a long walk ahead of her. As she walked slowly toward town, she tried to turn on the headlight and taillight, but neither was working. Oh, well , she thought, at least I’m visible to anyone with a headlight. Bea was indeed visible. To most people who regularly rode The Milk Run, ...
    she was known as “The Queen B.” That was because of the distinctive outfit that she always wore. The skin-tight bicycle shorts were black with a four-inch stripe of color down each side. Most people called it yellow, but it was actually “visibility green.” The center inch or so of the stripe was reflectorized. The equally tight-fitting blouse was also black with wide, horizontal stripes of the same visibility green. A one inch vertical stripe beneath the arm and the lowest stripe on her sleeve were also reflectorized. In the middle of her back was a huge, reflectorized “B”, also in visibility green. It was that large “B” which had caused her to purchase the outfit from a French on-line site. Her full name was Beatrice Beverly Bomgartner. For some reason her mother was infatuated with old-fashioned names. She hated the name Beatrice and had gone by Bea or “B” since grade school. She consoled herself with the fact that at least she didn’t have to deal with Myrtle as did her older sister. The large “B” caught her eye as she was searching for black bicycle shorts. Black hides many things, but Bea was not looking for something to hide her shape or any oddness to her figure. She had perfect muscle tone and was exactly where the charts said her weight should be for her height. What she needed the black shorts for was to hide the fact that she was often very wet between her legs when she finished her fantasy-filled rides. She didn’t realize how bright the outfit actually was until it ...
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