Picnic table fuck

Some time ago, on the internet, I ran accross one of the few guys I met who was also in spandex. We chatted a bit, and he was particularly interested of when I went at night on a remote bike path to ride my bike naked. But he was not in town, but we sure ought to meet when he’d be passing by. Some months later, he was in town, so we arrange to meet to go on that bike path. It was in early october so the night was a bit chilly, tough. I never liked the idea of having to undress with long spandex tights outside because I don’t like to take my boots off… Anyways, we meet at the bike path entrance. I was dressed just like that: blue tights with a red ski jacket. He was wearing black tights, which was a bit disappointing, but it would not matter at all soon enough… So we head on the bike path, and after a few kilometers, we stop to take our tights off (that bike path has only three entrances, and the middle one is not closed at night, so it goes nowhere so people seldom ride on it at night), and we keep going, this time naked from the waist down. — I never thought riding a bike naked would not be uncomfortable, he says… — Yeah, you would think otherwise, but it’s perfectly okay… We ride for probably 5 kilometers, and we stop. We are both extremely hard, and he says "this is fantastically hot". — Wanna fuck? I ask him. — Sure! But where? — There are picnic tables here and there, let’s find one! We get to a picnic table, and as an appetizer, he sucks my dick, then I suck his (he doesn’t want to kiss. Bummer). Then he says — Okay, let’s fuck. He reaches in his bag, puts on a condom, and pulls a bottle of lube. I get a good dollop which I smear on my bunghole. Luckily, in anticipation of anal sex, I have had a good enema before leaving home (enemas are a big part of my sex routine). I then hop on the picnic table on my back, and lift my legs, spreading my butt. He slips his exceptionally hard boner in me, and starts pounding. It’s the first time I have sex in an exposed part of a park (as opposed to in the bushes) and it’s so hot that I stay hard while he fucks me, so I jerk-off. He comes in no time (it’s very hot, indeed), but he throws his rubber in the bushes before I can ask to slurp the come inside… Bummer! — Oh shit that was fucking hot! he says. — Yeah, we should do this more often! — Yeah… Then he pulls out his tights from his bag… — What are you doing? — I’m getting dressed… — What for, we have 6 or 7 km to go before the bike path entrance… — Ooooh, I’m not so sure… — Okay, like you want… So he puts his tights, and I don’t, and we go back. My bike seat is totally smeared with lube… So as we ride, I tickle my hole with the front of my bike seat. — Hey! Look what you are missing, I tell my friend… — … — Oh, by the way, what lube do you use? It was great! — (brand of lube — no, I won’t say which) We eventually get near the entrance so we have to stop so I can put my tights back on. — Hey, I’d like to suck your dick one last time, I ask him. — Oh, I'm not sure… — Oh comeon. I reach for his crotch, start fondling his bulge (because we had no tights on, there was no fondling though the spandex), but nothing to do, he doesn’t get hard… — I’m totally drained, he says… — Oh well, next time. I put my blue tights back, smear them with the lube on my seat, and we exit the bike path proper. We split because we live in opposite directions. Luckily, my boyfriend is at work that night, so I he doesn’t see my tights smeared with lube. But as it happens, we never met again… Too bad, because he was a real good fucker…