1. Court Records Chapter One


    Date: 5/21/2015, Categories: True Story, Virginity, Written by women, Young, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    probably had been her dad’s when he was young. No one had moved it in years. It was half hanging on the wall. The wonder was…the tires still had some pressure. With a little effort, Sarah managed to get the old bike out from behind the cabinet and down the short passageway between the cars to the front door. It had been several years maybe five or six, since she had ridden a bike. She definitely had not been on a bike since she started school studies. But with two tries she felt like an expert as she rode down the incline and around the courtyard in front of the building. What fun! After a few circuits of the courtyard, she rode around back of the car park where a lovely tree lined path ran out along the sheep field. It was a short ride; the field was only the length of a football field; the perfect place to test her riding skills. She glanced down as her short skirt responded to the position of her legs as she rode. The seat of the bike, the short skirt, the motion in her young breasts with each slight bump; an unexplained shudder of excitement passed through her as she moved surely down the path along the fence line separating the sheep from the tall corn to her right. What a nice ride. This was like something out of a novel. She was free. She was on an adventure in some strange land. No one knew where she was. She rode faster. At the back side of the sheep field was an old gate out to a gravel country road. She had never been back here before. An extension to this ...
    adventure was in order. How many time her mother had admonished her when she was younger not to leave the property. Who would care if she left the property now? Who would even know? That same mother was now living in Brazil with a new lover and had been completely out of touch for months. It seemed like her dad travelled all the time and now he was even taking his new young girl friend. The gate opened and closed behind her with some effort. Freely, she rode down the country road with the wind moving her long blond hair back behind her shoulders. She was lost in the freedom, oblivious that the breeze pressed her white blouse against her young bosom in a revealing way, and her short skirt was riding up way too high. There was no one to see. There was no one on the road. It was a deserted old tree lined country lane. Maybe, two cars a day used it. NEIGHBOR Several miles and minutes passed as Sarah peddled strongly, caught up in the joy of her freedom and the lovely early summer morning. The air was fresh from the rain and things just smelled grand. She loved being outdoors, she always had, but living at the estate gave her very few chances to do things outside. This was great; she was an expert bike rider now. She rode faster. This old bike was a good one it seemed to just fly. Finally, a little winded, she stopped under a large shade tree to take stock of her adventure. Clearly, it was time to head back. Someone might be missing her. Who? No one knew she was gone. No one cared. Anyone ...
«12...567...1112»