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This story continues Chloe’s timeline from “Riding With Dirty Girls,” “Chloe Rides Again,” and “Chloe’s Return.” You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but for background, you ideally need to have read the other series’ first.
This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author’s imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It’s a fantasy. The culture around world-class women’s cycling probably isn’t a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn’t it be fun if it were?
All characters are fictitious, and any that are involved in sexual activities are over 18.
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Chloe’s Sweet Pink Pt. 01
Pink. The Giro d’Italia is all about pink. Just as Le Tour de France craves yellow, and the Vuelta a España goes crazy for red, in the Giro, everyone is chasing pink. Luckily, I like pink.
The Tour de France’s yellow jersey must be the best known garment in cycling, but all stage races have a leaders jersey, and they are all different colours. There’s a story behind why each of them is a particular colour, but I won’t get into that. Suffice to say, they are all iconic in their own ways, especially the three grand tour ones, and the Giro’s just happens to be pink, hence the race’s nickname, the “Corsa Rosa.”
They’ve actually messed about with the name of the female Giro a number of times. At one time, it was called the “Giro Donne” (my favourite) at another, the “Giro Femminile” but now it’s officially known as the “Giro d’Italia Women,” which is my least favourite, and I refuse to refer to it as such. It’s an Italian race, for God’s sake. I notice that the Italian press still call it the “Giro Rosa.”
Anyway, if you’ve read Chloe’s Return, you’ll know that, after my result at the Vuelta a España, I signed a huge contract which committed me to also riding the other two “grand tours,” Giro and Tour, and my currency in the sport was now so high that I was to be co-leader at the Giro with Zara Visto, despite her being Italian, and a former double winner of this race! Even Tera Griffin (also a former winner) could find herself working for me. It was quite shocking, and frankly scary, to be thrust into the spotlight like this.
When I arrived in Bergamo for the Giro, I was fit, ready, and busily fastening my race head on. I wanted that pink jersey – or skinsuit, as is more likely nowadays.
When I left Belgium three weeks before, with that fat juicy contract stuffed figuratively in my back pocket, I’d flown direct to Dublin to spend a few days with Licia. She was healing fast after her dislocated shoulder, and was back on the bike, though still some way from getting back to racing.
She always said she’d much rather be on the bike than indoors, so now that she could ride again you’d imagine she’d desert the Curves gym and do her training out on the road, but the gym now had a special attraction in the form of Lisa and, although I didn’t press the point, I suspected she quite liked getting up to mischief in the storeroom with her, even more than riding up the Wicklows. Lisa’s gap was more tempting than the Sally Gap.
Well, that was OK. We had a very open relationship, and I didn’t begrudge her a little fun with ‘that sexy little scrag bag’ as Licia uncharitably referred to Lisa. After all, I was welcome to join them whenever I wanted, and you know how I adore a threesome.
As the plane banked over Dublin on its final approach, I looked down at the city and I had a little frisson of excitement. I was looking forward to seeing my belle, as I always do, but I was also looking forward to bike rides in the Wicklows, nights out in Temple Bar and, of course, a bit of fun with Lisa. I decided I could easily fall for Dublin.
Licia was waiting in arrivals, and she was such a vision, in short denim shorts, a wrapover top, trainers, and her Schwalbe baseball cap. To be honest, she could probably have worn a boiler-suit and she’d have looked stunning to me at that moment. Those shorts did make her bum and thighs look especially lush though.
As usual, she was also wearing her mischievous beaming smile, which is completely contagious, and we were soon hugging each other with face-aching grins.
We drove around the orbital motorway to Knocklyon in her ageing car, which was making a funny noise. ‘Yeh, there’s something up with it. I need to take it to the garage.’
I had a sudden impulsive idea. Now that I had riches beyond my widest dreams, I guess money was burning a hole in my pocket. ‘I have a better idea. Why don’t you trade it in for a newer one? I’ll pay for it.’
She looked a little nonplussed. ‘What? Nooo, I can’t let you do that. I’m not a charity case, Chloe.’
‘Well let me pay half then. It’ll be OUR car.’
She looked askance at me, and we rumbled along in silence for a minute or two before she spoke.
‘I know you have loads of dosh now babe, but I’m doing OK. I don’t need handouts.’
‘Aww, don’t think of it like that, Liss. You’re my partner. I want to share everything with you.’
I realised, with a slight shock, that my success, and my new affluence, could gebze escort drive a wedge between us. I’d heard that some couples have been driven apart by income inequality, or by their inability to deal with it. Could that happen to us? I could feel the fear rising.
My new contract meant that my annual income would be something like ten times more than hers, even though she’s a solid pro, and I could see that she could feel inadequate if we cemented our relationship even more. I had made the car suggestion quite frivolously, in a little fit of generosity, but now I was realising the greater implications.
I didn’t know what to say next, but I breathed a sigh of relief when she spoke again; ‘I know how generous you are, Chloe, it’s one of the things I love about you, and now you’re a rich bitch I know you’ll want to spoil me. I guess it’s just something I’ll have to put up with.’ She rolled her eyes affectedly and we giggled. ‘But don’t overdo it,’ she raised a finger. ‘I have my pride, you know. Deal?’
‘Deal,’ I grinned.
I should have known she’d react like this. She’s not insecure, so it was obvious she wouldn’t be churlish about it.
‘So, can we go car-hunting tomorrow?’ I said, gleefully.
‘Aye, if you want,’ she sighed, pretending it was a chore, and I clapped my hands. This was going to be almost as much fun as going to the bike shop.
When we got to her house, there was a wonderful aroma. ‘Mmm, what’s cooking?’ I said with my nose in the air, ‘…It’s not…?’
‘Well it’s not a Molly stoofpot, but it is my Irish Guinness version,’ she grinned.
‘Ooohh, you absolute beauty…’ I grabbed her for a squeeze and she winced slightly. ‘Careful, I’m still a BIT sore.’
‘Oops, sorry, I forgot.’
We ate, wonderfully, and I couldn’t resist playing a little footsie with her under the table. I’d already taken my shoes off, and I ran my foot up the inside of her calf to her knee. She eyed me and smirked, but carried on eating.
A little fizz of electricity passed between us, but I withdrew my foot and continued with my meal. She was too irresistible though and my foot returned, this time continuing to the inside of her thigh, where I wiggled my toes, cheekily. She eyed me again and we were both smirking fruitily at each other now.
Would we finish the meal? It was looking increasingly uncertain as our arousal skyrocketed. And all I’d done was a little footsie.
I slid my foot back down her leg almost to her ankle, but it wouldn’t behave, and back it went, all the way up until it encountered her denim-covered crotch. I had slid down slightly on my chair to reach, and I noticed she had opened her legs a little wider…
Luckily, we had almost finished our bowls of stew now. I would normally have gone for seconds, but not this time. I slid off my chair onto the floor, ducking under the table, and started undoing her shorts. She giggled excitedly, and helped me by undoing the button as I fumbled with the zip, and raising her bum so I could tug them down, bringing her knickers with them, exposing her beautiful hairy pussy.
Be both knew exactly what we were doing and, as soon as her feet were out of her pants, she spread her legs wide and shuffled her bum to the edge of the chair in an unabashed “eat me” gesture.
I knelt between those succulent open thighs and nuzzled my nose into her pubes, inhaling her marvellous pussy scent, then I tentatively lapped at her fleshy, pouty lips, which were already slick with girl goo and making a shiny smear on the wooden chair.
Her flavour hit me like a splash of peach juice. After the slightly burnt, bitter taste of the Guinness stew, she was marvellously smooth, syrupy, and alkaline. Almost creamy. Mm, the perfect dessert.
I ate her in a delicious trance, savouring her heat, her soft, hairy mons, her bold shiny clit, her fleshy, fubsy flaps, and her oh-so sapid sex syrup, until she rose to her orgasm. ‘Oh babe, that’s gorgeous… feels so good… I’m gonna come… ohh… fuck… gonna come… gonna come, ohh fuck I’m coming… ohh… oh, oh, oh, oh…’
She jerked and twitched, and I was treated to a delicious little dribble of musky, earthy orgasm juice, which I swallowed with relish. Oh God, I could drink her FOR EVER.
Sublime though this was, it was only a preliminary. We went up to bed and had the most beautiful sex for two hours. Sometimes our sex is desperate, rabid, overwhelming, but not this time. This time it was slow, gentle, sensuous and affectionate. The sex of two people really in love.
As you know by now, I’m very much into casual encounters, and I really enjoy gratuitous sex with a variety of women, just for the carnal pleasure of it, but this lovers sex was definitely something special. It spoke to my heart, as well as my dirty mind.
In the morning I was excited. We were going car-hunting, and over breakfast I was looking at all the local dealers and their used stock. Licia had firmly ruled out a brand new car (‘We don’t need to spend that much’) so I was browsing 2 or 3 year old ones.
‘What gümüşhane escort kind do you fancy?’ I asked.
‘Well, nothing too… fancy.’ she replied.
‘Any make?’
‘Yeh, not bothered.’
‘What colour?’
‘A nice blue maybe… or red.’
I looked at her exasperatedly. ‘Something sporty? Maybe a convertible?’
‘Oo no, way too flash.’ She was definitely a shrewd, down to earth Yorkshire lass. ‘I like the one I’ve got. Something like that but newer would be fine.’
By the time two rounds of tea and toast had been consumed, we had a shorlist — a very short list — and we sallied forth, rumbling around Dublin in her ropy old Toyota, visiting 5 dealerships.
At the last one, we struck lucky. Not only was the sales person (sales manager actually) a woman, but she had in stock a model almost identical to Licia’s old one. Same colour (a bright blue) a bit more modern looking, but 7 years younger, with only a fraction of the miles. Licia was all smiles, pointing her finger and mouthing ‘that one.’
We told Sian, the manager, that the old car was making a nasty noise, and she took it for a test drive, leaving us wondering whether she’d declare the car a worthless piece junk or something. But no, she returned and offered a pretty reasonable price. We asked about the noise, but she just said, authoritatively, ‘Yeh, that’s just a wheel-bearing.’
The deal was done, and we went into the office to do paperwork. Sian looked at us and said ‘Are you two a couple?’
‘Yeh, is it so obvious?’
‘Yes, it is. It’s the way you look at each other, and the way you touch each other. It’s lovely.’ She smiled.
It was only then that I noticed her string bracelet in rainbow colours. My gaydar must be failing these days…
Suddenly, I started looking at her sexually. She was maybe late 20s or 30, at a guess. Quite tall and well-built, pretty busty under her baggy shirt, with dark hair in a French plait, twinkly dark eyes, and lean, fit-looking hands. Yes, I definitely would.
Licia was smirking at me as I checked her out, and she dug a knuckle into my thigh as a little rebuke. Yes, it’s true. I am incorrigible.
When Sian saw Licia’s address, she said, ‘Oh, that’s the same street as the Curves gym. I go there sometimes with a friend of mine. She’s a member.’
‘Yeah, I’m just across the road, but I’m not a regular, well not until recently, anyway.’
‘What changed recently?’
We explained who we were and some of our background, and told her about Licia’s injury, and her resulting confinement. We didn’t mention Lisa.
She was suitably impressed, though we could tell she was obviously not really a big cycling fan. Licia said, ‘It still feels weird, writing “Professional Cyclist” under “Occupation” on a form.’ I agree, it does.
We arranged to collect the car two days later and rumbled off back to Knocklyon. It was nearly closing time at Curves, and Licia said, ‘Let’s go over to see Lisa. There’s a good chance of some storeroom fun. She’ll close up soon, and we’ll have the place to ourselves. We’ve done that before.’ She smirked at me. Bad girl.
We went over, and Lisa greeted us with a beaming smile. ‘Oh, coool. Chloe… great to see you.’ She grabbed me in a hug, then Licia.
They obviously had a pretty good sexual rapport going on by this time, and Licia cheekily said, ‘How’re you fixed after closing, Lise,’ with a wink and a nod towards the storeroom.
‘I’ve a better idea,’ she said. ‘How about you both come back to my place? You can stay if you want? A proper girly sleepover…’ We all cackled.
‘Great idea, we’ll go and grab some overnight stuff.’
We returned to Licia’s and packed a couple of overnight bags, then met Lisa as she was locking up. Her flat wasn’t far away, so the three of us set off to walk there.
‘Licia bought a new car today,’ I said, by way of conversation.
‘Did you? A NEW one?’.
‘No, but only a couple of years old. Got it from Sweeny’s. Sales woman there gave us a good deal. You might know her. She said she goes in your gym sometimes.’
‘It’s not MY gym… What’s she called?’
‘Sian. She’s about 30, quite tall and busty…’
‘Yeh. I know her. She comes in with Orla sometimes. She’s a bit of alright, actually.’
‘And gay, too.’
‘Is she??’
‘Didn’t you see the rainbow string bracelet?’
‘Aye, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything, does it? I know Orla’s not gay.’
‘Oh, I think it does in Sian’s case… Check her out next time she comes in.’
‘Mm, I will, thanks for the heads up,’ she grinned.
Her flat was above a locksmith’s shop, and was very nice and cosy, with a Juliet-style balcony at the back with a nice view of the Wicklow mountains. Only one bedroom (with double bed, I noticed) but it had everything you need.
‘Nice little place, Lisa, I said.
‘Yeh, it’s great, isn’t it? Works well being above the locksmith’s. We’re almost never here at the same time. They only open 10 til 6 and they’re closed all weekend, so they might izmir escort as well not exist really.’
We didn’t just go straight for sex, as you might be expecting. Although we are what Americans might call “fuck buddies” we are also friends.
Anyway, we were hungry and we decided the sex could wait and be better for the waiting. She enlisted our help in the kitchen to knock up a brilliant pasta salad with rocket, cherry tomatos, tuna, and boiled eggs. It was delicious and surprisingly filling, and we made a very congenial trio, sat around Lisa’s little kitchen table, chatting and laughing.
Of course, we talked about our recent sexual and romantic journeys, and she really opened up about what it was like to realise her Sapphic desires and to start exploring them.
‘It’s weird, actually. You spend years repeating the same mantra; “I don’t fancy girls. I’m not gay. I don’t fancy girls. I’m not gay” and then, when you finally admit it, it’s like “of course I feckin fancy girls, what was I thinkin,” y’know?
We nodded to show we understood, but we didn’t know really. We never had that mantra. It was interesting to see her perspective though.
We retired to the sofa to drink some wine, watch some TV, and let our meal settle a bit, and Licia teased more “turning” experiences out of her.
‘So, what have you liked most about being a new lesbian, Lisa?’
‘Oh jaysus, where do I start? I like you… and your girlfriend…’ she gave a cute little smile, ‘and the sex… Oh my God! It’s also great being able to letch over women in the gym, without having denial getting in the way. And I do. I’m a terrible lezzy letch nowadays.’ We all cackled.
‘It’s even made my masturbating better,’ she went on. We were all ears. ‘I’ve never coaxed so much pleasure out of my pussy before; the sight of it, the feel of it, the taste of it, all of them are so much more exciting now… D’you think I’m turning into a narcissist?
We both shook our heads. ‘No, I don’t think so,’ I said. ‘I know exactly what you mean but we are lucky enough to have this wonderful thing we call a pussy. A pleasure-centre extraordinaire. Why not make the most of everything it can give us? I think it’s healthy to be aware of our own sexuality and to embrace it fully.’
She looked from me to Licia and back again. ‘Oh God, you two are so brilliant… and so feckin hot. Let’s go to bed.
She didn’t have to suggest it twice. We giggled through to the bedroom, taking off our clothes as we went, and jumped onto her bed.
‘Big double bed, eh? That’s handy. Good choice Lise.’
‘Yeh, well you never know when you’ll get lucky, do ye? Funny thing is though, I’ve never brought anyone back here until now.’
‘You mean this bed’s a virgin?’ said Licia.
‘Yep, I guess it is,’ Lisa chuckled.
‘Well, it’s about to lose its virginity, big time!’ Licia grinned.
Lisa clapped her hands and said ‘Oh my God, I’m like a feckin kid in a sweet shop. I don’t know what I’m gonna suck on first.’
‘How about nothing?’ I said. She looked momentarily nonplussed, until I said ‘C’mere and sit on my face.’ I had a sudden urge to be queened by her, and I knew it meant I’d also get a fabulous deep tongue-fucking from Licia. I’m not daft, me.
‘Aha, you fancy a bit of my sweet little pussy, do you?’ she said straddling me.
‘Yeah, bring it here… Oo, your pubes are coming along beautifully,’ I said, as she moved up over my face.
You may recall, she had taken a shine to Licia’s and my pubes when we first fucked, and had vowed she was going to grow hers back, having previously been shaved. Well she was about a month in, and she now had a nice little triangle of pale brown curls. Very pretty.
They were beautifully fine and silky too as I buried my nose in them, and I loved the feeling as she pressed forward, covering my mouth with her soft wet lips. So sensuous and delicious.
She was very wet, and her labia felt slick and oily as she gently thrust against me. I lapped at her entrance, and up to her clit, then back down almost to her arse hole each time she moved back and forth.
Her hips were sinuous and sexy, almost performing a provocative dance; back and forth, side to side, round and round as she gyrated on my face, coating me in her copious and flavoursome cream.
I looked up at her — she was watching me intently as she fucked my face — her blonde tresses hanging down and swinging rhythmically with her pelvic thrusts. Her mouth was open, and she actually drooled on me in her rapture before making a sucking noise and swallowing her excess saliva. She was really, really into this.
I was concentrating on pleasuring her to the max when — FUCK – Licia’s tongue slipped into me. My body jerked with the shock of feeling that long muscular member sliding deep into my hole until her nose bumped my clit. She can actually touch her nose with her tongue, and I thrilled to feel her curl it up inside me. Her nose was squashed hard up against my clit, but she just couldn’t quite reach my spot. It’s oh so tantalising when she does this to me; she might not be able to reach all the way to my spot, but she licks the flesh just inside my entrance strongly, creating a tugging feeling, which almost as good, Her tongue is amazingly powerful as well as long, and this amazing sensation is always guaranteed to bring me to orgasm.
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