After my breakup, my friend introduced me to a cycling club. But I never imagined that these glamorous cycling nights held such unspeakable secrets. I even saw my friend with a male member... My eyes widened, my heart pounded, and a strange desire to try it myself flickered within me. Because... I had been longing for a moment like this for a very long time. … Ever since Jake and I broke up, I’d been in a rut. It wasn’t that I was madly in love with him, but our time together had simply been too exhilarating. He was handsome, strong, wildly charismatic yet secretly intense—every woman’s dream guy. His body was sculpted, from his perfectly defined abs to his mind-blowing stamina, and something else unforgettable that left me breathless every time we were together. Jake was a master of seduction. He introduced me to different ways of exploring intimacy, and it was during one of our role-play sessions that I first discovered the thrill it brought. I quickly became obsessed. Nurse and patient, delivery driver and customer, police officer and convict, duke and maid... We constantly tried different roles, different environments. It turned out role-play could unleash an unstoppable desire within me; once I experienced that peak, I couldn't get enough. My hidden desires had just never been unlocked until I met someone as exceptional as Jake. Eventually, things spun out of control. He couldn't handle my constant desire for elaborate, all-night role-play, and finally, he chose to leave me. After Jake and I split, I dated other guys, but none of them could give me the kind of incredible experiences he did. Seeing me in such a prolonged slump, my best friend, Chloe, suggested I find something else to distract myself. "Why don't you come to a cycling party with me? I just joined a cycling club, and it's pretty wild. It's like a true hedonist's paradise. After seeing it, you'll forget all about him." As she said this, her eyes shimmered with a knowing glow, and a significant smile played on her lips. But at the time, I didn't notice. I just thought she simply wanted me to get out and about, to shake off my post-breakup blues. Realizing that staying miserable wasn't an option, I agreed to her suggestion and quickly joined the cycling club's group chat with her. The moment I joined, a few eager members started demanding new recruits post photos. I wasn't keen on exposing my privacy like that to strangers, so I ignored them. But Chloe, without asking, just sent my photo right into the chat. "This is my girl, Ashley. Pretty, right? She's super smart, and she was even our campus sweetheart back in college!" "Wow! An absolute stunner! My eyes have been opened!" "Chloe, why didn't you introduce your friend to the group sooner? If I'd known we could meet such gorgeous women, I never would've gotten a girlfriend!" "Leave it to Chloe! She always thinks of us single guys first..." Someone directly @-mentioned me: "Hey, beautiful, free this weekend? Come cycling with us." The group chat exploded with messages. I went to the bathroom, and by the time I came back, there were 99+ notifications. Seeing so many people tagging me, I scrolled up in confusion. When I saw the photo Chloe had sent, I nearly fainted. That girl! Of all the photos, she had to send our swimsuit photoshoot picture. In the photo, I was wearing nothing but a bikini, posed alluringly by the pool, looking up at the camera. My wet hair clung to my exposed skin, creating an alluring, "come hither" wet look that was incredibly sexy. I quickly messaged her, telling her to take it down, but Chloe seemed oblivious to my messages, chatting animatedly with the men in the group. After a long while, she finally sent me a mischievous emoji. "What are you being shy for? There are so many fit guys here. Isn't there anyone better than Jake?" "I'm doing this for your own good, sis! I want you to find your second spring. Don't worry, I've vetted them for you. You'll definitely be satisfied." Seeing that the recall period had passed, there was nothing I could do. I gave up on the idea. But the thought of so many strangers seeing my private photo sent a strange thrill stirring within me. Combined with Chloe's words, I found myself, almost instinctively, agreeing to their weekend cycling invitation in the group chat. 2 Soon, Chloe helped me buy a complete set of cycling gear for our weekend getaway. I'm not sure if she ordered incorrectly, but the cycling outfit I received was a schoolgirl-style outfit. However, I was truly surprised when I saw Chloe’s cycling gear; she specifically sent me photos. It looked fully armored, but was actually a revealing, 'playful' outfit underneath! I gaped, sending her three question marks. Chloe replied mysteriously, "You don't understand, Ashley. This is the real joy of cycling." "Just imagine, how many little pebbles on the road, how the bumpy mountain paths feel... It can really make you feel like you're floating." "This is a custom-made outfit. Yours is a bit more conservative than mine, but it's still great. I was worried you couldn't handle my level." I was both intimidated and fascinated by her outrageous idea. But her description was so vivid, I couldn't help but feel a flush of heat, and I started to look forward to tomorrow's trip. The next morning, Chloe knocked on my door. She’d driven over, and our bicycles were folded in her trunk. "We have a specific starting point, and it’s a bit far. You can sleep for a while; I'll wake you when we get there." Last night, thinking about what she'd said, I hadn't slept much, so I was indeed a bit tired. I listened to her and caught up on sleep. I don’t know how long I slept, but Chloe woke me up. Groggily, I glanced out the car window and realized we were in a very secluded place. "We're here! This entire mountain has been booked out by the club founder. The downside is it's a bit far, but the upside is there's no one around, so we can do whatever we want." Chloe excitedly patted my shoulder. "The mountain roads here are quite narrow; cars can't go up. We'll have to cycle ourselves." Saying this, she got out of the car and took our two bikes from the trunk. Before we started cycling, she scanned my schoolgirl-style skirt with a mischievous look. "The mountain wind is strong, and the path isn't smooth. Just enjoy the unique sensation." With Chloe's gleeful laugh, I began my first cycling adventure. Soon, I understood what she meant by "unique." Chloe was right; the bumpy mountain paths added quite a challenge to our ride. But it was precisely because of this that our two specially customized cycling outfits came into play. With each jolt of the mountain path, the thin fabric of my underwear would press against the bike seat, creating an unusual sensation. As I pedaled hard, I found myself grappling with a strange mix of discomfort and a forbidden thrill emanating from below. For a moment, I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain. Chloe seemed accustomed to this kind of cycling. Though her face was clearly flushed, she was thoroughly enjoying herself. I even saw a large damp patch on her bike seat. There was no need to wonder what it was. I never would have imagined my usually quiet best friend was so adventurous. If I hadn’t shared so many private conversations with her after my breakup, I doubt she would have ever revealed this side to me. Soon, we arrived at the club's gathering point she’d told me about. It was a large clearing with two big tents set up. Surprisingly, there was even a small wilderness hot spring built nearby. Hearing our approach, four men immediately emerged to greet us. Chloe introduced them one by one, especially the club founder. She called him Marcus. "Marcus, this is my friend, Ashley. It's her first time at our event, so you really have to take good care of her, okay?" Chloe bit her lip and winked at Marcus, her eyes conveying some unspoken message. I just stood there shyly, greeting them. The men's gazes swept over Chloe and me. Soon, someone noticed the subtle implications of Chloe's outfit. "Chloe, what you're wearing today looks even better than last time..." As he spoke, two men standing beside her hooked an arm around her waist, one on each side. I even saw one of them squeeze her rear! 3 Sandwiched between the two men, Chloe didn't resist; instead, she seemed to revel in it. She playfully swatted one of the men's chests. "Ashley's still here, guys. We can play later, the three of us." I stared, wide-eyed, watching her joke with the two men, and a strange thought stirred in my mind. The "play" she mentioned... surely it wasn't what I was thinking? Before I could ponder it further, Marcus, the club founder, approached, attempting to wrap an arm around my waist. He wore a tight black athletic suit, his abdominal muscles faintly visible, making him look incredibly strong. However, the possessive stickiness in his gaze made me uneasy. His eyes, especially, were intensely invasive, lingering boldly on my chest, making my heart race. I moved away, excusing myself by saying I was tired from the ride and wanted to rest in a tent. Chloe gave me a knowing smile. "Well, you'll need to pick a tent, then. We only have three tents here, and we draw numbers to pick tent assignments." What? If I didn't draw the same number as Chloe, wouldn't I have to share a tent with a stranger? A man and a woman sleeping in the same tent... What would happen was obvious. My face instantly flushed like an apple, and I stammered, "That... that's not right, I..." Chloe burst out laughing. "Just teasing you! You'll sleep with me tonight." Hearing that, I relaxed. It wasn't that I was a conservative woman, but it was our first time meeting, and I instinctively wanted to maintain a sense of proper decorum. Driving to the campsite had taken up a lot of time. Like seasoned pros, they organized a picnic lunch, then began discussing the afternoon's entertainment. Chloe suggested a race. They would mark out a route in the mountains, and then four men would take one woman each on their bikes to see who could reach the finish line first. Saying this, she looked at me, a sly grin on her face. "The top two finishers get to join two ladies for a hot spring dip under the stars tonight." She leaned in conspiratorially. "And it's a naked dip, by the way..." Her bold suggestion startled me, my heart pounding. I wanted to refuse, but I was outnumbered, with everyone else eagerly agreeing. In the end, I could only silently nod. A little voice in my head scoffed: You're totally into this, aren't you? Yet you still put on this act. The first man to take me was a heavyset man. The mountain path they'd chosen was winding and steep. He quickly gave up, waving his hand and saying he needed to rest. Left with no choice, Marcus, who was originally supposed to be with Chloe, became my partner. He looked much stronger than the others, and had the best chance of winning. As the second round began, Marcus immediately scooped me up, positioning me in front of him, and sped ahead. I was perched on the special crossbar of his bike, feeling his rock-hard chest pressed against my back. He was incredibly robust; I silently counted his abs—all eight of them. Whether accidental or intentional, he kept riding straight over bumps and rocks he could easily have avoided, sending me bouncing up and down on the bike. Before long, I felt an unfamiliar sensation stirring within me. Especially when I felt a certain rigid firmness pressing against my back, I knew my underwear was completely damp. I kept my head down, not daring to speak, afraid he'd notice my body's reaction. Thankfully, his stamina was immense. The fat man had only ridden half the distance, but Marcus reached the finish line effortlessly. In the second round, we were the first team to arrive at the end.
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