Last year, when I was 15, I discovered a pair of bright orange bike shorts in our basement. I decided to try them on. I had to struggle a bit to get them on, but they eventually went on. I found them to be quite comfortable. They were quite small, even for bike shorts, as they went way past my knee-cap. I wondered what it was like to ride a bike with bike shorts, so I got my bike out of the garage, and started riding. It was a sunny day in the middle of July.

I reached a nearby park, where I noticed the shorts beginning to become sweaty. I stopped to adjust them, when I saw another rider leaning against a tree about 30 feet away, drinking from a waterbottle. She was wearing the same type of shorts as me, except dark blue. She looked to be about 25 and 5"6 (about my height), with black hair. She saw me, and waved me over. She asked, "Looking for a riding partner?"

I was quite surprised, but said, "Sure." She got on her bike and began to ride. I followed. I noticed how nice her ass looked in the cycling shorts. We rode out of the park and onto residential streets again. I continued to follow her for a while until she stopped in front of an apartment building. She got off and said, "This is where I live, would you like to come in and get a drink."

"O.K." I said, although I felt very strange, as I didn't even her name. We put our bikes in the bike rack outside of her apartment and went inside. By this point, my bike shorts were very sweaty. We reached the elevator and she pushed the button. The elevator came and we got inside. There was no one else in the elevator. She pushed the floor button, and the elevator began going up. While in the elevator, she came close to me and asked me my name. I told her, and then asked hers.

"Laura" she said. Then, she said, "Can I see how tight your shorts are?" I was puzzled, "What do you mean?" She grabbed one of the short legs and pulled it back and then let it go, making a smacking noise. She then began carresing my penis, which was highly visible beneath the shorts.

"Those are pretty tight shorts," she said in a sighing tone. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her bike shorts. As an instinct, I began rubbing her shorts. By now, her hand was grabbing and pinching my butt. The elevator stopped at her floor and the door opened, but we did not get off. Instead, we stayed in the elevator and had sex with bike shorts on.

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