Chloe's Torrid Tour

This the first part of a series which continues Chloe's timeline from "Riding With Dirty Girls," "Chloe Rides Again," "Chloe's Return," and "Chloe's Sweet Pink." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but for background, you ideally need to have read the other series' first.

This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It's a fantasy. The culture around world-class women's cycling probably isn't a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn't it be fun if it were?

All characters are fictitious, and any that are involved in sexual activities are over 18.

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Chloe's Torrid Tour Pt. 01

'Have you seen the first stage of the Tour?' said Licia.

'Of course. I've looked at ALL the stages,' I replied. Surely, she knew that?'

We were in her swish "new" car, whizzing around the Dublin Orbital from the airport to her house in Knocklyon.

'Yeah, but have you seen the start and finish towns?'

'Yeh, it goes from Brest to Quimper in Brittany. Slightly hilly.'

'Yeah, "undulating" I'd say.' She sniggered, but I wasn't getting the joke.

'I call it "tit to fanny," she cackled.

'Ohhh,' I shook my head. How slow was I? 'Breast to quim. I geddit...' I smirked, ruefully. It was typical of Licia's sense of humour to come up with that.

'Yeah, great start to the Tour, to go straight to quim on day one.' She was still beaming at her own joke.

I grinned. 'A couple of years ago, the men's Tour went through a village called Pussy, and past a waterfall called the Cascade du Pissieu' both of which amused the commentators no-end. We'll be going near there on Stage 8.'

'Ha ha ha,' she chortled, 'I'd love to go to Pussy, but I'm not sure I'd enjoy the cascade of piss...'

We were giggling like loons as we pulled into her drive, after naming as many rude-sounding places as we could think of, and I was reminded of just how much fun Licia is. There's so much joy in being around her.

***

Three days before, I'd woken up with Lucy in Cortina d'Ampezzo. I'd been reluctant to leave her bed, and we'd lain close together, talking for a long time before I tore myself away and set off back to my team hotel. The result was another 1km jog to avoid being late, and another red-faced arrival at the breakfast table. I noticed Trude looking at me with an expression of wonder.

No-one else seemed surprised though. They're all used to my capricious behaviours by now.

Breakfast was a little subdued. It was that post-race come-down. All the planning, tactical scheming, and desperate striving was over, along with all the plaudits and celebrations. There was a feeling of almost anti-climax.

For me, it wasn't just the "aprés-la course" come down either. I'd woken up to the cold light of day. I was still lying warm in bed beside Lucy, but the soaring, euphoric, other-worldly feelings of the previous night were gone.

We'd hardly needed to discuss it really. It was clear that Lucy regarded our luscious, luxurious, libertine sex of the previous night as just that. Sex. For those few hours, it may have felt like lovemaking, but that was just self-indulgence. Living out a fantasy.

Lucy, as she'd told Helen, wasn't looking for more. 'I don't want a relationship, Chloe, especially not with someone as young as you. I'm very, very fond of you -- I love you on one level -- and you excite me beyond words. I love that we can do what we did last night, and I'm flattered that you find me so desirable, but we couldn't be a couple. It would never work.

I felt a little wounded. A little bereft even but, deep down, I knew she was right.

'You are much better off with Licia. I can tell you love her -- every time you talk about her.'

Well, she was right about that too. I do love Licia, but I still feel a yearning for Lucy, even now. I guess I just want ìt all.

As I jogged back to the hotel, I had tears in my eyes, but that was just because I'm a silly emotional person. I knew I'd be OK though, and the good thing was, nothing had changed between Lucy and me. I hadn't lost anything, apart from a dream.

After breakfast, I went up to the room to pack, but first I lay on the bed, thinking. Trude came up and she lay on the other bed.

We were quiet for a while, but then she said, 'You amaze me, Chloe. In all sorts of ways.'

I turned to face her. 'How do you mean?'

'You have so much capacity... for so many things. For racing, of course, but also for friendship, affection, and SEX. Min gud, you have so many girlfriends. Your... your... sex-drive is endless, even after racing. You have so much ENERGY. I think you have had more sex this week than I have had in a YEAR.'

'I do have a very high libido, that's true, and a lot of energy to burn, yes. And also a lot of girlfriends. I think I love all of you, really.'

She smiled, and clasped her hands behind her head. 'I think you have a lot of love in you, Chloe... You're very charming. I'm glad to know you.'

I chuckled inwardly. Charming... I think only a second language speaker would have chosen that word, but I liked it. Charming.

'Well the feeling is absolutely mutual Trude, I can assure you. I think we've bonded a lot this week. On and off the bike.'

'Yes, didn't we work well together?' She grinned.

'Awesome. Between us, we took both the Queen stages. What a team!'

She was beaming... and oh, those dimples. Even Lucy doesn't have those dimples.

Most of the team were being taken by bus to the airport at Venice, to fly to their various homes - disbanded until Le Tour - but I had elected to travel to Belgium with Team Lyon, then fly on to Dublin a couple of days later.

We got ready to go, packed our cases and rucksacks, and I followed Trude downstairs to the lobby. The bus was outside waiting and there were hugs and kisses all round as we said our goodbyes.

Most of us would regroup in less than two weeks, but it still felt like a wrench somehow. The team had gelled. Despite the internal rivalries, we were a unit.

Helen gave me a tight squeeze. 'Congratulations pink girl. See you at the Tour.' I grinned, but for some reason there was a lump in my throat.

The bus pulled away, and I sat in the hotel lounge and waited to be collected by Molly and co.

It was a long way back to Belgium from Cortina - a two day drive - but Molly relishes that, and we drove through wondrous Alpine scenery to an overnight stop in Colmar, where we stayed in a fantastic old-fashioned hotel in the historic centre, then sped across France to arrive in Waregem the next night.

I spent one day with Molly and, perhaps surprisingly, there was no sex. There was a lot of companionship though, and I had a lovely feeling of contentment. A glow of satisfaction with everything that had happened at the Giro, and a deep pleasure in her company and the convivial atmosphere of her home. It was restorative.

The next day, she drove me to the airport and I flew to Dublin.

***

Licia was in a very good mood. Almost giddy. Her excitement in having me back was plain to see. And I was happy to be back. SHE made me happy. She's so ebullient, vivacious, full of the joys... it's infectious and irresistible.

I must spend most of my time wearing a silly grin when I'm with her. Except when we're having sex, then it's deadly serious... Not really, sometimes I'm smiling then, too.

We ate, chattering endlessly, then snuggled on the sofa to watch some bike-related stuff. As expected, Licia was not selected for the Tour, but she was in the team for the Holland Ladies Tour the following month, and she wanted to watch some past editions of the race to familiarise herself with it, and to get my input.

We sniggered at the race's name. We were used to "Femenina," and "Donne," and "Femmes" in continental race names, even "Women," sometimes, but "Ladies" was not often seen. 'Oo, I'm doing the LADIES tour, she said, adopting her idea of an upper-class accent, 'because I is a LADY doncha know?' We were cackling again.

I had four pink jerseys in my case, and at Licia's insistence, we put two on and sat watching the Ladies Tour of Holland, 2019 edition, both wearing pink and eating chocolate. Slightly bizarre, but fun.

'No more chocolate after tonight,' she said. 'From tomorrow, I'm back in full training, but tonight, I'm indulging.'

So, we drank wine and ate chocolate, and generally allowed ourselves things that professional athletes usually can't. We got rather squiffy, and basically took sex off the table. We did kiss and grope each other, clumsily, when we went to bed, and there was a lot of giggling and slobbering over each other's nipples, but red-hot sex it was not. It didn't matter though, there was plenty of that to come.

I woke in the morning to see her sat up in bed, texting on her phone with both thumbs. There was an earnestness about it. I could tell by the fact that her tongue was sticking out slightly -- always a sign that she's concentrating.

'Morning babe,' I yawned, 'wotcha doin?'

'Texting Sian and Candy. Inviting them to the gym later. I've told them you're here and said they'd better take a tight grip on their knickers.'

I acted affronted and said, 'Hey, I don't need anyone to promote my reputation. I can do that myself, thank you very much.'

She chuckled. 'You hardly need to. Candy has seen you on the telly. She says you're "fecking hot stuff."'

I smiled. I was looking forward to meeting Candy. She sounded like a lot of fun, and I remembered how interesting Sian was from when we'd bought Licia's car.

I got out of bed. 'You seem busy. Shall I make some tea?' I said.

'Oh, well beyond the call of duty, babe. Yes please.' She looked up from her phone and gave me one of her irresistible mischievous grins.

When I returned, she said, 'Mm, great tea, babe... We're going over to the gym later, just before lunchtime closing.' She smiled like the devilish little minx she is, 'but first, we're going on a bike ride. I need to start as I mean to go on.'

'Are we meeting Sian and Candy later then?'

'No, just Candy. Sian's working.'

'Does Candy not work?'

She pulled a wry expression. 'She's "self-employed."

"Doing what? Is she plumber?"

Licia hooted with laughter. 'HA! No, she's on one of those cam sites. "Just showing off me bits and bobs," as she puts it. "It's money for old rope really." She seems to make a fair bit of loot doing it, so why not? She has assets,' she mimed holding up a giant pair of boobs, 'so why not use them?'

'Hm, you've got yourself in some rum company here, haven't you, babe?'

'Yeah, good, innit?' she grinned.

'No sex with them yet though?'

'No not yet... Bet you've been getting plenty though, eh?'

'Well...' I had a fit of kamikaze honesty, and told her about Lucy, but to my surprise, she was completely unfazed by it

'I know you have a thing about Lucy, Chloe, I'm not thick, but I think you must have it pretty much in perspective. You keep coming back to me, anyway, so I must have something...' She smirked impishly.

I rolled on top of her and kissed her. 'Yes you do, and I always will keep coming back to you. You're my belle. My number 1.'

We kissed again, and there was an upsurge of affection, which could easily have led to sex, but she had a plan for the day and wouldn't be swayed from it. She rolled me off her and got up. 'Come on, let's get some breakfast and get the bikes out.'

We went downstairs and loaded ourselves up with all manner of high-energy foods. It wasn't quite the Italian repasts I'd recently been enjoying, but Licia's French toast was a pretty good substitute, and she'd also bought croissants. We were getting in Le Tour mood.

Suitably fuelled with fresh Frenchness, we got our cycling shoes and helmets on, and went to bring the bikes out of the garage. I shouldn't say it, but Licia's spare Trek bike was pretty good for me. 'I think this would've been a great replacement for my bike in the Giro. Maybe better than Helen's bike.' I grinned. 'Shame you weren't there.'

'Hey, you wouldn't have been getting MY bike... I'm not on your team, anyway.'

I grinned, because it didn't matter. I'd won anyway. Unbelievable.

'Now, I want you to give me a quality session today, babe. Take me up the Gap, hard and fast.'

'Ooer. OK. Before or after the bike ride?'

She gave a wry grin, then "click" and she was off. "Click, click," I clipped into my pedals and gave chase. She set a brisk pace, threading through the suburban streets and over the motorway bridge, and soon we were climbing away from the town and into the hills.

The Sally Gap is not a tough climb, certainly not compared to the monsters I'd just come from, but it goes up steadily for over 20km and it makes a for good effort if taken at a pace.

I stayed behind her initially, but I intended to come alongside later and "half-wheel" her on the top half of the climb (that is, just stay half a wheel in front).

She was on a mission, and her pace was good, but I had no difficulty following, and I just sat on her wheel and admired her shapely waist, bum and legs, as I always do when I'm behind her.

'Hey, has your bum got bigger since you've not been riding much?' I teased.

'You cheeky mare! No, it has not. I haven't put any weight on at all.'

'Hmm, maybe I'd just forgotten how peachy it is.'

She increased her pace, and I chuckled to myself. She does have a great arse.

As planned, I came alongside her on the top section and just maintained that little advantage, making her work hard all the way to the summit. It wasn't easy, even for me, and she was definitely blowing a bit by the top.

We stopped at the crossroads, and she unclipped and hung over her handlebars to recover, chest heaving as she paid back the oxygen debt.

When she got her breath back, she said 'Feckin brilliant. Thanks babe. That's just what I needed. Only 30 seconds outside my best time too.'

We set off again, and took a circuitous, undulating route back to Knocklyon, playing around, charging up little climbs and whizzing round downhill bends.

We arrived back at Licia's house after just under three hours of great fun, put the bikes away, stripped off our kit and jumped in the shower together (of course) washing each other and building up our arousal for, hopefully, some fun and games later in the afternoon.

As we were towelling ourselves, Licia said, 'Lisa and Candy are such a contrast. Lisa, super skinny, and Candy the complete opposite; chubby, with enormous knockers. They say opposites attract, and that's certainly true in their case.'

'They seem to have hit it off big time, from what you say.'

'Yeh, they're in that full-on, fucking like rabbits phase. Everything brand new and insanely exciting.'

'Do you miss that?' I said, giving her a curious look.

'No, how can I miss what I haven't lost?' She grinned her mischievous grin and I grabbed her for a squeeze. Oh, I could have taken her to bed right there and then, but we were determined to "save ourselves."

We ate lunch, with the appetite that a hilly 3-hour bike ride gives you, and that wasn't the only appetite that was raging. I think the 3-hour bike ride had something to do with that, as well. Strange but true.

I couldn't wait to meet Candy. She sounded intriguing. A big personality -- and a towering libido -- in a small package. The way Licia had described her reminded me of Maisie. Apart from her physique, obviously.

We crossed the road to the gym to find quite a few people in there, running on treadmills, playing with weights, and riding the exercise bikes, and I couldn't help feeling a little smug when I thought of the 3-hour ride we'd just done. Outside. On the ROAD. So much better, and so much more fun!

However, we spotted Lisa, giving Candy instructions on riding the recumbent bike thing. She got up when she saw us approaching, and Lisa did introductions. She seemed a little shy and starry-eyed. Not what I was expecting at all, and she settled for a demure handshake, rather than anything more physical.

She had blonde hair, scraped back into a tiny ponytail (a style Licia sometimes wears) and a round face, with eyes that turned down at their outer corners and somehow had something slightly oriental about them.

'Wow,' she said, 'that night when I met Lisa at the lesbian rooftop, I never thought I'd be hooking up with pro cyclists. And not just pro cyclists, but the top star, too.'

'Well, I'm not THE top star,' I protested, slightly.

'You are round here. You've been on the news and everything,' she chuckled.

She wasn't quite as "chubby" as I'd imagined. She was a little curvy and fleshy, yes, but not so much overweight. Apart from her boobs, which were completely out of proportion. I felt a little sorry for her, actually. It couldn't be easy, carrying those around with her everywhere.

She was wearing a grey, stretchy, sleeveless unitard, with calf-length legs, which really showed off her curves to an eye-popping degree, and her nipple bumps were amazing. It crossed my mind that it was a good job this was a women-only gym. There would have been accidents otherwise.

Candy was a little shorter than Lisa, but there was a whole lot more to her, physically. They certainly made a stark contrast to each other.

'Is there really a bunch of horny lesbians in the pro cycling world?'

'Yep.'

'And do you have a free sex thing going on between you?'

'Yep.' I chuckled at her sense of wonder.

'Wow. Almost makes me wish I was a cyclist myself, but I don't have the body for it, do I?' She smirked. She was right. Even the riders at the busty end of the spectrum, like Helen, and Carmen, pale into insignificance compared to Candy. I was looking forward to... er... exploring her assets.

'Only half an hour to closing time. Can't wait,' said Lisa, raising her eyebrows, suggestively.

'Yeah, come over to my place when you close up,' said Licia. 'We'll have a nice welcome for you.' They both beamed.

We returned to Licia's house and started excitedly preparing. It's always exciting, getting ready for pre-meditated sex. I love it. I even get the same feeling when I'm planning to have a long luxurious wank. I often enjoy hours of delicious anticipation, with the wank itself being merely the culmination of a long build-up of lascivious thoughts.

Anyway, we tidied up the bedroom, stripped the top covers off the bed, added a second bottom sheet (which was definitely going to get damp), got out all Licia's spare pillows (you need pillows for comfortable cunnilingus) and laid out some toys, where they would be in easy reach.

Then, we stripped naked, put on our short, sexy dressing gowns, and went downstairs.

God, we were horny as we sat on the sofa, waiting for their arrival, and I drove the arousal even higher by opening the front of my gown slightly, so she could see my nipples, which were as rude and naughty as they get, and that's very rude, and very naughty.

'Oo, saucy,' she said, as she did the same, showing off those wonderfully firm tits of hers; pertness personified.

Honestly, we could have had a mind-blowing afternoon of multiple orgasms, just the two of us, but we'd arranged a foursome, and it would be my very first foursome, so I really wanted to experience it.

Finally... the doorbell.

Licia went and ushered them in, with her boobs still carelessly on display, and I reclined on the sofa with my gown undone, and one leg drawn up, brazenly exposing my nakedness.

'Feckin God almighty,' said Candy. 'That's what I call a welcome...'

I opened my legs wide and raked my fingers through my pubes, provocatively, and they stood there, all three of them, open-mouthed, gaping. I'm not usually quite so flagrant, but I was as horny as hell, and I was enjoying the effect it had on them. Lisa's eyes were almost popping out.