She had caught his eye that day, he selling ice creams, her picking her moment and buying! Now normally Flo, as he came to know her, would not have be...n the girl to start anything, and he being him would have not raised more than a flutter of his eyebrow, and perhaps a blush, he being so timid, but that day he had just served a couple of young women in the skimpiest swimsuits he had ever clapped eyes on, and he was feeling, well, shall we say frisky! So, when this pretty if fairly plainly. We chatted for a few minutes about not much in particular, although I sensed the lady had taken a shine to me, and the man was also very friendly. From their accents in French, I guessed they were not local. “How long have you been coming to the gym?” I asked.“About two years,” she said, “just to stay in shape and keep the weight down, and to help us be fit for tennis.”“It seems to be working,” I said, as they were both pretty slim with nice legs.“What about you?” Betty asked, “Do you come to. An hour's fucking was just what she needed!Had they fucked the night before? For a moment, she could not remember. They had been married for several years and had fallen into a routine, so that one night blended in with the next, pleasantly but without anything memorable happening.Then she remembered that they had fucked and that Jonathon had seemed hornier than usual.Again she wondered, fleetingly, at this change in the man--and again she did not question it too deeply.She began to moan softly. I punched the accelerator and zoomed up Forty-Second Street like a Japanese express train. Luckily, there were no police cars in sight, as I sense an air of lawlessness on the streets. The God-like billboards looked like flying balloons above us. ‘You know what I feel like doing, baby?’ Arlene said with a naughty look. ‘What?’ I was curious. ‘I want to make love to you right here and right now. The night is still young and I am not going to waste any more time.’ Arlene climbed over and got on.