The two young women hurriedly stripped off their clothes, then collapsed onto the grass. They kissed ravenously, their sweat dampened bodies crushed tightly together. Shirley rolled on top and Jane wrapped her legs around hers, grinding urgently against her.

With their passion eventually spent, the lovers slumped contentedly in each others arms, luxuriating in the soft grass beneath them and the cool breeze on their skin. Soon, they were asleep.

Shortly afterwards, a high powered vintage Triumph motorcycle rounded a bend in the road, screeching to a halt when the rider noticed the two parked bicycles. Jason instantly recognized them. He had met the girls on the road earlier, when he had been going in the opposite direction. His toot on the horn and friendly wave had been received with a smile from the blonde and something closer to a glare from the brunette. He might have seen them for little more than seconds, but Jason wasn't going to forget that sexy pair, especially the flash of their underwear as they pedaled. On a day like this, those panties would be soaked in sweat. And their bicycle seats...!

Hurriedly discarding his crash helmet, the middle-aged, bearded and balding biker bent down and carefully sniffed both saddles. Had the girls just dismounted, he would most certainly have inhaled the full cocktail of their exotic musk. Even now, he detected faint traces of their sweet odors.

"Blondie's welcome to use my face for her bicycle seat, any time," he sighed. "Or her stuck-up friend, for that matter."

He did not have to wonder long where the pair had got to. Climbing to the top rung of the gate and using his right hand as a shield against the sun, he gazed down the green slope. What he saw caused him to lose his balance and topple forward into the field. Though the impact took his breath away and left him momentarily dazed, he was fortunate to escape without injury. His first instinct was to run, in case his startled cry had disturbed the pair, but his feet proceeded in the opposite direction. It wasn't every day a man chanced upon two hot young ladies lying naked in each other's arms, having obviously exhausted themselves indulging in the kind of activity he would gladly have given his bike and quite possibly his left arm to witness.

Heart pounding like a drum, Jason stole ever closer to the girls. With each step and every soft rustle of grass, he expected one of them to open her eyes and scream. But even when his shadow fell over the sleeping forms, neither stirred.

He licked his lips as he drank in every detail of the pair. With her ample breasts and generously rounded figure, the blonde was most definitely his number one choice. However, her long legged, slender toned companion, with the hint of Mediterranean in her features was not to be sneezed at either. Together, the girls were almost too much perfection for one man to bear. Jason feasted his eyes until he feared he would go blind.