Mafia Desire (Erotica)

The woman next to him turned to face back and Kyle saw she was much younger than her… husband? Maybe in her early thirties? She was also very beautiful though her symmetry may have been assisted by surgery. She’d likely seen the inside of spa’s on a frequent basis as well. Still, her looks caught the eye which was obviously her goal.

“I’m Fiona Hollings. Unlike Albert, I’m more into yoga and going to the gym so I hope I won’t slow everyone down,” she said with a smiling pout. With her full lips that pout was significant.

“You’ll likely be keeping me company then!” the woman seated next to her said with a big smile. “I’m Larissa. I’m a casual cyclist as well. I just ride my bike to work and back. My husband Carl and I are from Boulder, Colorado. I’m a dental hygienist.” She had short brown hair, a pleasant round face, and a sunny disposition. Nothing surgically enhanced for her.

Kyle guessed her age to be in her early thirties as was her husband. He saw her getting along with Kimberly quite well.

Seated directly behind Larissa, her husband spoke next. “Carl Burkette. I’m a bank manager. Larissa is being modest about her riding. We also ride our bikes on the weekend though that’s the only riding I do.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Carl looked like he was carrying extra pounds on him. With Kimberly sitting between him and her husband she looked especially tiny.

“I’m Kimberly Wallis. I’m an Administrative Assistant at the Children’s Hospital in Philadelphia. I love cycling and try to ride every day! I bully this big guy into joining me as often as he can,” she said gesturing to her husband.

The man was awake now and gave his wife a weary look before he addressed the others. “I’m David. I’m regional manager for the Sparkle Beverage Company in Philadelphia. I don’t ride much. I prefer football. I played it in college.”

Faces turned in his direction and Kyle sat up a little straighter. “I’m Kyle MacDenny. Investment Manager for an investment house in Vancouver, BC.” He saw some confused expressions. “Canada.” Awareness dawned. “We’re- I’m a big fan of cycling,” he finished awkwardly. Speaking as a couple was a habit he needed to break himself of, soon!

He glanced over at Helen who was watching him. She smiled then jumped a little.

“Oh! Me! Well… my name is Helen Livingston and I’m from London, England. I’m between jobs at the moment. Taking a little break. I’ve been trying a number of outdoor activities to determine which one I like best. Cycling is my current favorite but I’m not much more than a casual rider.” She looked to her daughter.

“My name is Skye. I’m here with my mum to enjoy some quality time with her and have some fun!” the young woman enthused, bumping shoulders with her mum.

“That’s wonderful! So we have six Americans, Two Brits, and a single Canadian!” Vivian called out.

“Are you single?” Skye asked Kyle boldly.

“Skye!” Helen gasped.

Kyle was nodding before he caught himself and looked away from the grinning girl.

Vivian got their attention once more. “I’m American too, living my dream here in France. My boyfriend is on a professional team and rides in the Tour de France. Jules was born here so his French may be a little better than mine and Dita is our resident Czech. Between the three guides you have all the translation services you’ll need for the tour, though my Canadian is a little rusty. Sorry.”

Laughter erupted while Kyle just smiled and nodded.

“Seriously though, if you have any questions please just let one of us know. We’re here to make your trip the best one possible. We’ll be reaching our start point in about an hour where we’ll have lunch then get the bikes all settled for your first ride this afternoon. The route is fairly easy but very scenic. For now just sit back and relax,” Vivian explained.

Kyle took her advice and closed his eyes to will his headache away.

He hoped the riding would make up for the rough start this trip had begun with.

The woman next to him turned to face back and Kyle saw she was much younger than her… husband? Maybe in her early thirties? She was also very beautiful though her symmetry may have been assisted by surgery. She’d likely seen the inside of spa’s on a frequent basis as well. Still, her looks caught the eye which was obviously her goal.

“I’m Fiona Hollings. Unlike Albert, I’m more into yoga and going to the gym so I hope I won’t slow everyone down,” she said with a smiling pout. With her full lips that pout was significant.

“You’ll likely be keeping me company then!” the woman seated next to her said with a big smile. “I’m Larissa. I’m a casual cyclist as well. I just ride my bike to work and back. My husband Carl and I are from Boulder, Colorado. I’m a dental hygienist.” She had short brown hair, a pleasant round face, and a sunny disposition. Nothing surgically enhanced for her.

Kyle guessed her age to be in her early thirties as was her husband. He saw her getting along with Kimberly quite well.

Seated directly behind Larissa, her husband spoke next. “Carl Burkette. I’m a bank manager. Larissa is being modest about her riding. We also ride our bikes on the weekend though that’s the only riding I do.”

Carl looked like he was carrying extra pounds on him. With Kimberly sitting between him and her husband she looked especially tiny.

“I’m Kimberly Wallis. I’m an Administrative Assistant at the Children’s Hospital in Philadelphia. I love cycling and try to ride every day! I bully this big guy into joining me as often as he can,” she said gesturing to her husband.

The man was awake now and gave his wife a weary look before he addressed the others. “I’m David. I’m regional manager for the Sparkle Beverage Company in Philadelphia. I don’t ride much. I prefer football. I played it in college.”

Faces turned in his direction and Kyle sat up a little straighter. “I’m Kyle MacDenny. Investment Manager for an investment house in Vancouver, BC.” He saw some confused expressions. “Canada.” Awareness dawned. “We’re- I’m a big fan of cycling,” he finished awkwardly. Speaking as a couple was a habit he needed to break himself of, soon!

He glanced over at Helen who was watching him. She smiled then jumped a little.

“Oh! Me! Well… my name is Helen Livingston and I’m from London, England. I’m between jobs at the moment. Taking a little break. I’ve been trying a number of outdoor activities to determine which one I like best. Cycling is my current favorite but I’m not much more than a casual rider.” She looked to her daughter.

“My name is Skye. I’m here with my mum to enjoy some quality time with her and have some fun!” the young woman enthused, bumping shoulders with her mum.

“That’s wonderful! So we have six Americans, Two Brits, and a single Canadian!” Vivian called out.

“Are you single?” Skye asked Kyle boldly.

“Skye!” Helen gasped.

Kyle was nodding before he caught himself and looked away from the grinning girl.

Vivian got their attention once more. “I’m American too, living my dream here in France. My boyfriend is on a professional team and rides in the Tour de France. Jules was born here so his French may be a little better than mine and Dita is our resident Czech. Between the three guides you have all the translation services you’ll need for the tour, though my Canadian is a little rusty. Sorry.”

Laughter erupted while Kyle just smiled and nodded.

“Seriously though, if you have any questions please just let one of us know. We’re here to make your trip the best one possible. We’ll be reaching our start point in about an hour where we’ll have lunch then get the bikes all settled for your first ride this afternoon. The route is fairly easy but very scenic. For now just sit back and relax,” Vivian explained.

Kyle took her advice and closed his eyes to will his headache away.

He hoped the riding would make up for the rough start this trip had begun with.