The sun peeked through the closed blinds brightening corners of the room with its magic. The magic of happiness that only a new day can bring. Two slender arms reached over their head and a yawn inspired by the sun filled room. The arms were connected to a slender petite women with olive skin. Kathy was a traditional beauty with dark large eyes, that fit perfectly under perfect eye brows and below a large set of luscious lips! She was quit unhappy about her body. Her husband assured her that her frame was perfect in every way. That must be the reason she found him in their next door neighbors bed several months ago. Quickly she brushed the thought away. She refused to think about it. No more negative thoughts. Besides, the more she thought about the past, fresh tears came to her eyes and she was useless. She had spent the last several months moping at home, covering her head with her pillows and crying. She had a new resolution. She had made a pack with the sun. Today, she was going out. Today she was going to take a long refreshing ride on her bike and forget the past!

She dragged her body from the big bed. She stood in front of the long mirror examining all her curves. Her breasts were large and heavy. But they didn’t slump. Her tits held their heads high at attention waiting for their first command. Her narrow waist and hips were so small, her breasts simply over whelmed them. But she did have a flat tummy that was laced with muscles. She also had lean strong legs, even if the are a little too short. She stood at 5 foot even. Petite was the perfect word to describe her.

She moved away from the mirror and walked into the shower. Under the hot torrents of water she placed plenty of lather on a sponge and moved it over her body. She closed her eyes letting the water caress her washing the previous months away. Raising her arms over her head she gently washed her tender flesh. She cupped her breasts stroking her nipples to hardness. It had been a long time since she masturbated. Something was different today. Something new and exhilarating.

Her nipples responded immediately. She moved her hands between her tight thighs, the wetness dripping from her fingers. She inserted one finger then two deep into her hot tight realm. She moved her hands in a pumping motion deepening her sensation. She felt the first ripples of an orgasm course through her legs and then deep into her. She arched her back accepting the sensation and embracing its pleasure. Her body tingled with the promise of more.

After her shower, she dressed in biking gear. Her bike was her demon and she was going to ride it until it fled! Hopefully, this time, the demon would leave. Since the departure of her husband and the pending divorce, her life had tumbled into an empty pit of despair. The love, that was her dream, turned into a nightmare. She felt the transition occurred over night, but in that she was wrong. She knew that marriages crumble not in days but in years. Some where she lost his interest or perhaps she never had it. As her thoughts strayed to her recent lost, her legs brutally pumped the peddles. There was a vengeance in her motion and an intensity she hadn’t felt in months. She propelled her bike faster and faster, taking each curve and passing the others on the bike path.