The Truly True Story of This Babygirl&amp;#8217;s Morning Commute.
It&rsquo;s Bike to Work Day in Seattle and Starbucks is giving away a free drink to anyone who shows up wearing bike kit.
So, on the way to Starbucks my bike got a flat. Bummer. When I finally arrived, I grabbed my tea and proceeded to fix my flat (I&amp;#8217;m a big girl, afterall, and took a whole class on how to do it). People were walking by passing me pretty regularly and finally an older gentleman stopped to help. I didn&rsquo;t ask for help, but he clearly wanted to, and I was at the tricky part of the fix so I handed my tire and wheel over. He sat down at one of the outdoor chairs in the seating area and got the tire seated correctly for me (that&rsquo;s the hard part) while holding the entire wheel in his lap (it&rsquo;s the easiest way to do that).
Next it was time to pump the tire and I grabbed my little hand pump. I attached it to the valve, while he continued to hold the wheel in his lap. Then I knelt down and started to pump.
I quickly began to realize how sexual the situation was.
I was holding the pump at its base (near his lap), gripping it firmly, and moving the handle back and forth in a pumping action.
I bit my lip (it was hard work), blushed, and looked up at the guy.
He was sooooo handsome (which I hadn&amp;#8217;t noticed until that moment) and the eye contact was too much for me to bear as my right arm started to get sorta tired (it takes a long time to pump those things with those tiny pumps).
So what did I do?
I involuntarily started to think about high school, and backseats, and every single hand job I&rsquo;ve ever given and I&rsquo;m sure my cheeks were the brightest pink when I finally finished pumping.
*blush*
So, how was your morning?