This choice: Forgotten Under Mari's Biking Booty (RES. FOR WORSTFAILURE) • Go Back...Chapter #9Forgotten Under Mari's Biking Booty by: worstfailure   As Mari followed Felicity out onto the bike path and steadied herself, you felt an enormous amount of pressure begin to lift off of your face. You could tell your girlfriend was trying to make this as least painful as possible for you. You were grateful to her, truly, you just wished that "as least painful for you as possible" wasn't still incredibly painful!
The exposed bronzed flesh crushed you with immense pressure, even when it was lifted halfway off her seat. Her crack stopped millimeters from your flattened nose and even the change of fresh clothes couldn't hide the smell of someone who'd been on a multi-hour plane ride not long ago. While it was less painful than when she'd simply plopped her butt down on your face, given the sheer difference in size and weight between you, the disparity between being crushed by a full mountain and half a mountain was negligible. Especially since Mari's pedaling caused her weight to shift from side to side, one cheek lifting slightly off half your face with each pedal, causing the other cheek to crushed the other half of your face with twice as much pressure. It felt like being on a ship rocked back-and-forth by waves that caused a steamroller to roll over you with each shift in direction. You couldn't even take your mind off things by focusing on the sky as Mari's backside consumed your vision, rendering you unable to see anything other than her ominously looming butt.
Guess there are worse things to look at, you thought, in an effort to keep your spirits up. You just hoped Mari's caboose wouldn't come crashing down on you again. But you knew you were worrying for nothing. Mari was trying to be considerate! Surely she wouldn't forget you. Not on a vacation this important.
"Welcome, Mesdames, and thank you for accompanying me on the famed bike tour of Paris offered by the Belle Rivière. I shall be your guide as we explore the culture and romance of the most beautiful city in the world over the next 4 hours." All of this information was relayed to Mari and Jenna through the receivers in their helmets as Felicity spoke into a microphone. "If you have any questions or need any assistance on this tour, please speak into your own microphone, and I will know. All I ask for now is for you to follow my lead."
A simple enough request, Mari figured, trying to be optimistic. Though the announcement that the tour would take 4 hours damaged her morale a bit. Right now, suspending so much of her weight off of Matt was only a little challenging, but Mari doubted she could keep it up for the entire tour, even if Felicity kept them on easy routes.
Of course, I can! Mari reassured herself. She was Rio Fuertes's daughter! She'd been through tougher workouts than this. And she owed it to her little stud to try her best since it was her mistranslation that had caused him to get licensed in the first place. She couldn't let him down!
"Coming up, our tour will be taking us alongside the beautiful Seine River. Never has water looked so blue, has it not? The Seine actually runs the length of much of our tour. Historically, the river..."
The history and majesty of the Seine was lost on Jenna, however, as she was entranced by something much more appealing: the plump behind of her tour guide. Jenna tried to be respectful and pried her eyes away but whenever she did her hormone-addled, infatuated brain couldn't stop her eyes from gravitating back to Felicity. Unfortunately, though Jenna's fixation did not draw Felicity's notice, it did draw Mari's. Jenna felt her friend's gaze and turned to her right only to see Mari smiling smugly at her with a wide smile on her face. Jenna blushed furiously and looked away while Mari kept beaming.
Mari was thrilled to see Jenna crushing so clearly on their guide! Jenna didn't have the best of luck in her love life. Mari had no idea why since Jenna was one the kindest, smartest, funniest people she'd ever met in her life and, though she saw her too much as a friend to be attracted to her, objectively she knew Jenna was beautiful! Though Jenna had dated here and there, most of her relationships fizzled out before they got anywhere. Her latest failed relationship had been with a fellow Weston University student in her French class named Collette. Mari had met her once and the girl seemed arrogant as all hell. If anyone should've done the dumping in that relationship, it should've been Jenna. Ever since then Jenna had been too nervous to go back to the dating pool.
Maybe a whirlwind romance in Paris would be just the thing to restore her best friend's confidence? It certainly couldn't hurt to try to play matchmaker for Jenna and Felicity.
After all, Jenna deserves to find someone who cares about her as much as I care about Matt! Mari thought. But how to nudge them together?
Clearly playing matchmaker would require her total concentration. Without even realizing it, Mari sat her full weight back down on her bike seat.
Having spent 15 minutes with the lower half of your face trapped under your girlfriend, you'd almost managed to trick yourself into thinking the pain of her partial weight on top of you wasn't so bad. That's why it was such a shock to you when Mari plopped her gargantuan backside backdown on top of your face without warning. Immediately, her rear came rolling over your face again like a tidal wave of flesh. The crack that had been mere millimeters away from you now engulfed your nose and eyes. Her shorts had ridden up even higher, exposing even more of her bronzed buttocks. Sweat had formed on her skin and previously hit your face infrequently like raindrops. Now sweat-soaked skin flooded your senses as it rubbed against your eyes, nose and mouth. The immense pressure, which you'd only just managed to convince yourself into believing was tolerable, became unbearable as it multiplied exponentially. And with each pedal of the bike, Mari unknowingly ground you flatter and flatter into her seat.
And you still had 3 hours and 45 minutes to go!
While you suffered beneath your girlfriend, Mari was hard at work thinking of ways to nudge Jenna and Felicity together. She'd played wingwoman before and she was confident she could do it again now. After all, if there was anything she was learning on this tour, it was that Paris had limitless opportunities for romance.
The four hours practically flew by for Mari. In between her match-making ideas, she would take breaks to bask in the wonders Felicity pointed out. The Eiffel Tower, Notre-Dame, the Louvre, and the Grand Palais! So much history surrounded them! Felicity was incredibly knowledgable about everything, from famous people, places and events, to where they could find the best stores and restaurants in the city along Paris's market streets, like the Rue Cler where they took their break.
While the time flew by for Mari, it proceeded at an agonizing crawl for you. With every pedal your face was ground harder and harder into Mari's butt. With every passing second the ocean of sweat you were submerged in threatened to drown you. Felicity, who'd noticed how comfortable Mari appeared with finally using her toy tiny, went out of her way to make the route more "exciting". Every twist and turn forced half of your body to endure twice as much pain as Mari shifted her weight, before equilibrium was restored. Every bump in the road made it feel like Mari's ass was a jackhammer pounding into your face with each bounce. Mari gave no thought to the cushioning that made her seat so soft and her ride so comfortable. The only moment you'd gotten fresh air had been when the tour took a break and Mari used the restroom. You prayed as she returned that she'd see you, only for Jenna to distract her as she sat down, preventing her from noticing your face. Felicity had caught what your sister did and giggled slightly, giving Jenna a wink which only made Jenna blush. Not that you knew any of this as Mari's butt came down on you like a meteor landing on you from orbit.
By the time the full four hours were up and the tour ended, you were smashed, smothered, sweat-soaked and seriously in need of sleep. You hoped your wish would be granted as the sun had set by the time Mari finally brought the bike to a stop in the exercise room of the Belle Rivière. Gasping for breath through a flattened face, you were dismayed as ever to see Mari had completely forgotten your existence. Instead she was drying off with a towel that had been provided and drinking from a complimentary water bottle.
"A tour, a history lesson, and a killer workout? You're definitely getting a 5 star review, Felicity!"
"It was my pleasure, Mademoiselle Mari. It's my duty as your vacation assistant to ensure your stay in Paris is as enjoyable as possible! And that you get the most entertainment out of your jouet."
"My what?" Mari asked before following Felicity's finger as she pointed to her bike seat. Only then did a look of horror cross Mari's face. "MATT! Oh no, I am so sorry!"
As Mari fussed over you and got you free from the bike seat, Felicity noticed Jenna biting back a smile.
"I hope the tour was to your liking as well, Mademoiselle Jenna," Felicity said in French, offering her a radiant smile.
Jenna blushed and nervously adjusted her glasses. "It was amazing! I've always wanted to see Paris. This trip is like a dream come true... especially with a guide like you."
A faint sheen of pink came to Felicity's cheeks. She wondered how to best respond when Mari came back, her tiny reforming slowly in her palm as she cooed apologies to him.
What happens next?
1) Dinner's last on the agenda, and Mari invites Felicity in an attempt to set her up with Jenna.
2) Activities are done for today, so you finally get to go to your room with Mari. Unfortunately you're sharing the room with Jenna.
3) Activities are done for today, but Mari and Jenna want to do more before hitting the hay.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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