He said evening and exchanged numbers to whatsapp and stuff.I was like: “What just happened?, Did I really do this?”I was always on PR, but never ...massed the guts to ask a guy out either for date or sex. I thought, what the heck, I thought I’d play along.The clock struck 3, and I called him up. He picked and spoke to me in perfect Thrissur Malayalam, ” Nee valikkuo (Do you smoke)”, to which I said occasionally. He said, can you get a pack? I said why not, so I took my bike and headed to his. I told her that I have to travel 20 km home. She gave a thought to my words and boldly said, “You can stay here tonight.” A moment of silence as I started sweating in the cold rainy night.She held my hand and said, “Relax, my husband is not in town.” I told her that I needed to go back home no matter what. She looked into my eyes and said don’t you see this can be your second home. I told her ma’am this is not what I came for.She understood how I was feeling. She took my right hand and put it. Her moaning and the feel of her nipple against my tongue was driving me insane. I threw one leg over hers and began rubbing my pussy over her thigh. She took a handful of my hair and began pulling my mouth on her nipple. I gently flicked her hard nipple with my tongue. "Nafisa you are a darling, baby, my whole body is on fire! Lets go to bed. My room. My husband is sleeping. Dont worry. He sleeps fast" Naked we moved to her bed. Mr Sharma slept in a corner and we landed gently beside him. She. Hey, we Yanks can bike, or have you let Lance slip your mind?’ She had managed to pull herself upright by now and was looking at him with interest. ‘So, you know a bit about racing do you? Well, you managed to tear up the road this morning. I haven’t been dropped on a ride in more than three years! David Millar’s got nothing on you.’ ‘Well, I wouldn’t say that! I’ve never won a stage in the Tour de France, nor have I worn the yellow jersey like him. Though you know, of course, that he only wore.