Haven't Done It Yet, But Close

I’ve been cycling with Dylan for almost a year now and the tension has been building ever since. He’s a 32-year-old former Olympian with a gorgeous lean 6-foot-4 body, but I’ve told myself not to let things go too far with him. That was fine over the winter when we weren’t cycling, but when we picked it back up this spring its only become more tempting.

Two weeks ago we went out on a long ride on the roads outside of town. We stopped to take a break in (what we thought was) a remote area and we sat on a bench. Dylan intensified the flirting and started rubbing my leg. Before I knew it we were making out, and he guided my hand to the huge bulge in his spandex shorts. I’d never felt a cock that big and hard in my hand before, and my head started spinning. I couldn’t get my fingers around his girth. I didn’t know if we were about to have sex outdoors on a bench, but the moment was shattered when we heard approaching voices. I pulled back suddenly just as a group of hikers came by.

Rattled, I gathered myself and suggested we leave. We rode back to town and he asked if I wanted to come over to his place. I was even more apprehensive than I was before, and I told him no.

The next few days were hell. All I could think about was his dick and how good he must be at using it. He texted me to see if I was ok, but I replied coldly. I told myself I wouldn’t go riding with him again.

I was just starting to be fine with that until the other day. I was out with my husband and son in our neighbourhood and we walked through the park. That’s where Dylan just happened to be, playing soccer with some friends. He was dominating play, looking hot as hell with his shirt off. Thankfully, my husband only knows that I cycle with a group, not just Dylan alone, so he doesn’t know who he is.

But now I’m spiralling again. I’m afraid I’m going to cave and part of me won’t let me stop that from happening.