Cycling Club's Naked Milestone - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

The gentle uphill slope forced them to pedal at a leisurely pace. They moved without urgency, blissfully unaware of hidden eyes observing from the shadows.
The sight rooted me to the spot, breath caught in my throat. When I finally regained my senses, I remained statue-still - one wrong move and they might discover their audience.
Even bicycles have their limits, it seemed. Eventually they dismounted, their silhouettes dissolving between the tree trunks. And somehow... I felt it too.
Time became meaningless until Sophia finally ended their... unconventional ride, leaving the forest eerily silent again. After several lingering kisses, she straightened her rumpled clothes with practiced ease.
Soon their bicycles resumed normal speed. I stood frozen, processing what I'd seen before remembering I needed to return. Smoothing my dress, I mentally prepared my best "nothing unusual happened" face.
Then I turned - and there stood Vincent.
My stomach lurched. How long had he been watching? His knowing gaze traveled over me, lips curling into that infuriating smirk. Please, please don't let him have seen...
No such luck. His attention dropped to my still-damp fingers, that devilish grin widening. If I didn't break this charged silence soon, he'd take me right there against a tree.
Not that I'd protest... but a rustle in the undergrowth reminded me this wasn't the place. The woods felt predatory, every shadow potentially hiding watching eyes.
His gaze alone burned like physical touch. I had to speak first.
"V-Vincent, we should go. Sophia's group already finished." I babbled, avoiding his eyes as I hurried toward the endpoint before he could act on that dangerous look.
Sophia lounged by the finish line, her lingering flush confirming what I'd witnessed. A traitorous thought slithered in - what if that had been me on that bike? Would my face show the same shameless satisfaction? The idea sent an electric jolt through me.
Race results came: Nathan (Sophia's earlier "passenger") and Vincent won. Their prize? A moonlit hot spring with their chosen companions.
Night swallowed the mountainside whole. Thick mist curled around our group of six, reducing visibility to mere feet - perfect for what was coming.
Sophia dragged me aside to change into the bikini she'd purchased. "Jessica," she whispered, eyes glittering, "the real entertainment starts now..."
After her forest escapade, I could only imagine what she considered the "main event." And the hungry creature inside me was straining at its leash.