Biking in the bushes

Biking in the bushes(Dill McLain) Yvonne woke up early but turned around in her bed for another hour or two of dozing and dreaming. It was a warm summer day at the end of June and she was looking forward to another special day with another wonderful afternoon. On these special days she very much liked to stay longer in bed and with closed eyes to think about the highlight coming up in the late afternoon. It was extremely exciting for her to already outline everything down to the last detail and it caused in her each time the same deep pleasure. She stretched both arms over her head and murmured full of delight: ‘Oh, the world is so wonderful, so absolutely wonderful’.

‘What did you say, honey ?’, said her husband Erik appearing on the doorstep. He had his golf bag in one hand and was obviously about to make his golf things ready for his golf event. He asked again in direction to the bed: ‘What was it, honey ?’.

Yvonne rubbed her eyes and sat up saying: ‘Nothing, nothing, I just came out of a dream and wondered what it all was about. And obviously I talked loudly to myself about what unbelievable rubbish one has to endure in ones dreams’.

Erik put his golf bag down, leaned toward the doorpost and insisted: ‘I swear, I heard you saying most joyfully something like ‘wonderful world’. You must have had surprisingly wonderful dreams, so wonderful that you do not remember any more what it was about. Well, this might be due to the age !’.

Yvonne put her legs over the edge of the bed and rather shocked shouted: ‘What do you mean by this ? What is wrong with my age ? It's the same as yours !’.

‘Calm down, calm down, it was just a joke’, meant Erik, grabbed his golf bag and disappeared.


Yvonne pulled her legs up and embraced both knees with her arms and stared at the curtain of the window. She was 57 years old and stopped working two years ago when her husband went into early pension because of restructuring measures. He had worked for over 30 years in a large insurance company and was offered finally quite a good pension plan. So he decided to leave the job, keep his political mandates which occupied him now about 20 percent, mainly in the evenings, and do what he always wanted to do: play golf as often as possible. He joined a club and played regularly with a group of colleagues who all also went into early pension. He was in very good shape and now really enjoyed life.

Whereas Yvonne could not really find a fully satisfying activity in the first months to fill her day apart from household, shopping, reading and a bit of sport. Most of her female friends were still working.

Also it was a bit unusual in the first weeks and months to be sort of tied up with her husband over hours and hours on certain days of the week. She was not used to this and furthermore, she got aware that she was somehow jealous about his satisfaction. Life seemed to be great for him.

After some time he found his new routine. Twice a week he left for his golf days with his colleagues and stayed out for dinner and on one or two evenings a week he was out in the duty of his political jobs.

One nice afternoon Yvonne, in a boulevard café, where she used to stop, made the acquaintance with Marc, a very good looking man, about 12 years younger. He was teaching English in a private school for rich kids and therefore was free on two afternoons a week. He was very sporty and especially liked biking across the country and across the forest. He was very enthusiastic about his tours.

He had a charming way of making conversation and giving her the feeling of being a goddess. This kind of charm was something absolutely new for her. She used to blossom up and forgot everything else but was ready for whatever he would suggest.

And he suggested soon after they had met to go for common bike rides once a week, first along the river, then across the forest. She bought a new bike and her husband wondered about her sudden attack of sporty spirit, especially for biking, after she always had complained about all these bikers on the trails and paths in the countryside. However, if this was what she now wanted, he did not mind at all what she was up to, as long as he could go to his golf sessions.

Marc then guided Yvonne one afternoon of the golfing days of her husband along the river and developed great attention and patience to teach her how to bike properly. It took about two weeks practising along the river until she felt secure and somehow comfortable to also go across the country.

Her first real bike trip with Mark changed her life from one second to another: Marc took a narrow path into the forest, a path with lots of tiny stones and it was quite an adventure for her to move along with her bike. He gave her advice from the front and she, of course, did not want to be weak or unsporting and pressed her lips together while pedalling and pedalling, holding the handlebar totally cramped.

Then Marc stopped, got off his bike and moved into the bushes. He gave her a sign to follow and made a most charmingly smiling face mounting his eyebrows, so that she thought there will be a surprise.

She followed him through the bushes to a place where the sunrays got through the branches of the trees creating a sunny, sheltered spot surrounded by bushes. She placed her bike next to his under a tree and turned around.

He stood there in the middle of the moss, reached out with both his arms. And she rushed immediately without hesitating not even a second toward him and let it all happen. He unbuttoned her blouse, moved down the straps of her bra, and opened her biking pants, all with elegance and competence. She helped to get rid of all her clothes while he took off his biking shirt, trousers and underpants. They both stood there for a very short moment naked and then they both fell down on the moss passionately embracing each other, making love for the next forty minutes intensively sighing without pause and moving wildly until both were sweating and exhausted. They were totally absorbed and switched off everything else. Never before had she done such a thing. With Marc everything was different. She did whatever he wanted. It was a hot passionate love in an afternoon session between the bushes.

Then they biked back.

And from this day on they went twice a week biking including the bush tour and she could not live without it anymore. It was like a trance and when it rained, she almost got mad and looked anxiously at the weather prognosis in the newspaper and on television. They even continued with their passionate afternoon biking in winter and made love there between the bushes in the snow, which melted away from the heat of their bodies.

Since two years these passionate bike tours belonged to her life and somehow she now felt fulfilled because she had this for herself and could think and dream about it between the reports from Erik about golfing.

That specific day her husband had left at ten wishing her a nice day ‘See you tonight, enjoy your biking !’.

She drank slowly her morning coffee, took a long shower and creamed and perfumed her body. Her makeup took some time and then she put on the new biker outfit she just bought. After a glance into the mirror she went down to the garage, took her bike and left the house.

Marc was already waiting at the usual waiting point under the bridge. He wore as always his very tight green biker jacket and matching biker pants. They took a new trail discovered in the past weeks and stopped at a nice rustic restaurant where they enjoyed a snack and a bottle of red wine, which helped significantly to make the rest of the afternoon an absolute great and shameless orgy in the bushes. They toasted each other with the glasses in their hands and with sparkling mind and eyes.

Yvonne went to the toilet. She felt the wine and loved this feeling of having a flying brain. When she left the ladies room she saw Marc already waiting outside with his bike. She hummed a melody, put her tight biker suit straight and walked to her bike. Jumped up and followed Marc in his green outfit. As usual she focused on his jacket and pedalled as much as she could.

She felt the lust climbing up through her body and a thousand butterflies seemed to buzz inside her chest. It was not biking anymore; she was rather flying and pedalling like a wild amazon on her last ride.

At a new place Marc bent to the right into the forest and disappeared quite quickly between the bushes.

Yvonne followed, let the bike fall to the ground and unzipped her biker jacket, slipped off her biker trousers, opened her bra and jumped with a loud guttural scream through the bushes. Her breast moved up and down passionately. She closed her eyes, felt the lust all over her body, and then opened her eyes again. He stood there adjusting his green biker trousers. She only saw his back.

Waves of heat and desire flashed over her, carried her away and she threw herself toward his back, jumping up and embracing him from behind with her searching arms around his shoulders and with her warm legs around his body. They both sank to the ground and he turned around slowly and looked into her eyes. Yvonne screamed blue murder.

It was Erik, her husband.