The Bicycle Experiment 2.0: Escalation

As the result of the most recent race where I encountered my favorite dirty lad on two wheels followed by a series of saucy messages sent back and forth, I’ve had this scenario running through my mind.

Context: I was pre-riding the course so I’d have some idea of what I was getting into (as this was one of the rare occasions when I got to the race early enough to do a pre-ride). Almost out of nowhere, I hear a voice behind me during the wooded section.

Him: (casually) Fairy dust, huh? [I had posted online that I was going to throw glitter at hecklers the evening prior.]
Me: (slightly breathless due to trying to keep up a good clip through the woods) Yeah.
Him: (still casual) I want you to get it all in my mouth.
Me: (breathless because I’m trying to keep him off my wheel) I bet you do.
Him: (promptly passes me as soon as we get out of the woods with little effort)

At the same race, I continued my “sexual/romantic espionage” and fou…