<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-2_K6yqC7D-b7sOrU_Ln6H_NsxxBAJrIi8jOp2A80g1HYA7xW)</div>The arrogant Jeffrey knew that Siyah would be coming with him from the onset. The mere fact that she opened the door of her house smiling late in the evening was a sign that half the battle was won. Even before the invitation was made, her gaze on the pink helmet showed that Jeffrey was making a dream come true. Her short questions tried to display some reluctance - after all, Siyah was a married woman and she had to look faithful to her man. What surprised him to a certain extent was how easily she accepted his invitation - she was truly a lioness waiting for her alpha. When Siyah said that she had never ridden a bike, he could see the excitement in her eyes. Jeffrey was elaborating an argument but it was not necessary: in the next moment, she was rushing inside home, changing clothes and coming back.<br/><br/>Jeffrey did not miss the chance of entering her home. Like a predator, he examined the details of the living room and looked for any sign of his rival. For a moment, he thought it would be amusing to meet him while Siyah is getting ready to ride with him. How would he react? What would Siayh do? Jeffrey pondered and concluded it would not be a good idea - Siyah might close herself and start avoiding Jeffrey. Whoever was married to Siyah, the man was unable to see what a woman he had under his house. Easygoing, active, gorgeous, Siyah was starting to look like the kind of girl Jeffrey would want to have something else than a simple fuck. It was becoming evident that Jeffrey was needed as much as Siyah was desired.<br/><br/>As the Indian beauty was coming downstairs, Jeffrey was looking at some pictures, sizing up his rival. He was not giving Siyah the impression that he wanted to know about her man and turned away from the pictures. He was leaning against the door when Siyah took the pose in front of Jeffrey: she was everything but silly. Jeffrey smiled back, trying to convey confidence and not to drool a lot. Even though she was dressed discreetly, her killing body could still make every man crane his head. Jeffrey's pride skyrocketed.<br/><br/><em>“Ready…when you are! This will work for the bike?” </em><br/><br/><strong>"Siyah, you are the Fitness Queen, you look great always for the bike and the movie"</strong>, Jeffrey said patting her shoulder with the helmet and covering her with the jacket, as if he wanted to pull her closer.<strong>"Come, Siyah. If we do not have much time, I'll need to speed to make most of it. Who knows we are on time for the movie?"</strong>, Jeffrey tilted his head invitingly as he walked towards his green Kawasaki Ninja motorbike. He walked ahead and did not offer her a hand or embrace her - her husband could be arriving and that would be embarrassing.<br/><br/>The two reached his bike. Jeffrey opened a small compartment under his seat and put on his own helmet. He hopped onto the bike and looked at her.<strong>"Do you need some help, Siyah?"</strong>, Jeffrey asked pretending he did not want to feel her skin. He knew the ride would bring both of them close and there was no need of hurrying.<strong>"Just be careful to adjust the stripes to your size, they do not need to be too tight. After you are done, hope here"</strong>, he said, offering his right hand for her, If Siyah held it, Jeffrey would show his strength to assure her he would take care of her whatever it happened.<br/>