In mid-sentence from the guy hitting on her she spotted me walking up and her face lit up, “David!” she squealed hopping up from her chair and com...ng up to me, “How are you?” she gave me a hug pressing her body against mine, I felt her tits and the erection I had just gotten over came back up. “I’m good,” I said as she pulled away and gave me a quick once over with her eyes. I appreciated her checking me out but I just hoped my dick wasn’t visible through my pants. We sat at the bar and caught. She’d been overjoyed when her dad had got his new job, moving the whole family out of the sleepy and sweaty Florida town she’d been born in up to Chicago had seemed like a dream come true. The city in the late spring was amazing, and it felt like everything home hadn’t been, modern, cosmopolitan, alive. Then the winter came, nothing prepared her for that first cold blast in mid November, and it only got worse from there. It was nearly March now, for God’s sake. She just wanted it to warm up. Finally she relaxed her legs and let me pullout of her. I didn’t want to leave that warm, marvelous cavern but myarms were shaking from holding myself up. I sat back on the seat witha silly grin on my face. She sat up, saw the grin, and chuckled“Well, how was it?” Still grinning I replied “WOW, it’s a lot betterthan I thought!” She laughed and snuggled up to me, her breastspressing against my arm. I lit a cigarette for both of us and we satthere in. I must find a place to pee. As the next house loomed closer I figure this is it. With a well tendered private garden and lots of area plants and bushes. It even has a herring bone brick pathway that leads from the hinged Iron Gate weaving its way through night. Darkened flower beds flow up to the back door steps of the garage. By the looks of the house and yard, I was sure the car within was not like my old rust bucket that gave up the ghost, keeled over, kicked the bucket, became a deceased.