He stayed right on her tail for about 3 kilometers, focusing only on the task at hand: somehow passing Cat and beating her to their picnic spot. However, it was right about that time that he noticed something.
"I see you wore panties like I told you to," Randy called out.
Her laugh echoed through the woods before she responded, "You didn't say what kind of panties to wear." That was true, he should have been more specific. She was riding along in front of him, her ass already tempting in her short, tan shorts, and now that he was paying attention it was obvious that her "panties" were nothing more than a little g-string.
Inwardly Randy was excited. He knew if she went to the trouble of teasing him this way it could only mean one thing. But he was determined to not let her win this one. He would wait for the picnic site if it killed him. And, with the way she was wiggling her ass, it just might. He couldn't help but watch her as she rode. The more he tried not to think about her the more he was obsessed with watching the movement of her pretty little cheeks. It wasn't long before fucking her was the only thought on his mind.
He started riding harder, catching up to her bike and getting next to her when the path allowed it. After a few failed attempts he broke through and took the lead. He knew his victory would be short lived if there was any area on the path wide anough for her to pass him again. Putting all he had into the race he took off, breaking away and forcing Cat to hustle just to keep up with him. This was their foreplay. Competing, racing, challenging each other, giving 110% of their energy just for the victory of being in the lead.
