.. the clothes were so extravagant," Zoe moaned."And if I did want to go out with you, do you think I would try and buy your affection?" Zoe hesitated...for a moment and smiled."No," she admitted. "I guess not. I would imagine you would do something silly and romantic." Or just take you out for a meal. I certainly wouldn't buy you loads of clothes for your affections as I would be treating you like a ... well a prostitute, I guess."Zoe sniggered at me and apologised. "Well I like you, but I don't. Her lips are quite full and her skin is gorgeously bronzed, in contrast to her white and black uniform.I’m momentarily lost for words, before one the guys pipes up, “You can speak now, Ian!” and the table bursts into laughter, as they can clearly see how taken I am by her!As the meal progresses, I find my attention constantly wandering to the waitress, my eyes watching as she glides effortlessly round the floor, arms full of plates and drinks, face always smiling, despite the obvious stress. I would suggest that she shoulddress more sexily in bed and wear a skirt instead of yoga pants.She would suggest that I got involved more in the housework and that shecould not do her fitness videos in a skirt.I would suggest she was being ridiculous and there was no reason why shecouldn't wear a skirt when she wasn't doing her videos.Then I was told that the bank was closing the branch where I worked and Igot laid off.I realise now in retrospect that I was depressed but all I could say atthe. You're a guy.”I smiled at her. “Jealousy, huh.”She nodded.“Lucky you, huh? You were bold.”“I guess so,” she moaned. “Oh, my, this is wicked. Anyone could catch us. They could find you doing this.”“Doing what?” I asked her, my finger sliding up her slit to her clit. I pressed against her little bud. I felt it throbbing.“You know,” she whimpered, her back arching against the padding. She stared up at the awning stretching over us. “I don't.” I pushed harder on her clit. She gasped, her thighs.