After my encounter with Kevin at his office I knew that I wanted more. I had my own place and had started to build up a nice collection of lingerie which I would often wear while wanking to my slowly built up collection of porn. This was before the age of internet so it was sometimes hard to get porn, mainly from friends, nearly always straight. I would always imagine I was the female when watching my tapes and always cum straight away when the woman would take the guy up her ass.
After the experience of meeting Kevin at the toilets, we had chatted by phone and he had told me of another 'cottage' as he told me they were known.
"Its always heaving with guys" He told me.
I didn't have a car then. I used to ride a bike everywhere I went, which was also a good reason to keep my legs smooth. Kevin told me where the cottage was and told me to give it a visit. He was sure I would be a hit. I used to cycle 10 to 20 miles every Saturday and Sunday just for keeping fit and my legs in nice shape. The cottage Kevin told me about was eight miles from where I lived and not far off a route I already took on my weekend rides, I thought I would give it a go on a Sunday ride.
Sunday morning came along and after my morning coffee I decided to give it a go. It was a lovely warm day and thought, what the hell I'm cycling that way anyway. I got in the shower and give my already smooth legs a quick shave and then gave myself an enema. I then put on a pair of see through panties in black and then my Lycra shorts over them. I love the feel of Lycra tight against my ass and my cock started to pulse as I put on a tight long sleeved top. I decided to put some hold up stockings on my feet and put my socks on top of them before setting off. If nothing else happened I could always have a wank at the toilets. I wheeled my bike to the lift, pressed the button, went to the ground floor and set off at 11 am for a slow ride there.
It took me 40 minutes to do the eight miles to the toilets but I wasn't in a rush.
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