She ordered a vodka martini straight up while she waited for her date to arrive at the bar. Her metallic gold dress clung tight to her petite frame, showing off just the right amount of cleavage and perfect ass. The kind of ass that swayed back and forth to hold your attention when she walked. Lisa was 5 foot even, dirty blond hair, amazing lips, and most recently had breast implants. This would be the first time on a date since the surgery, and she was excited to show off and put them up to good use.
About 45 minutes earlier, she sat in standstill traffic, aggravated, and bored. She couldn't stop thinking and looking at the picture Carlo had sent her earlier that morning. She was hot and in heat and decided to cool off by gently slipping her fingers below into her freshly shaved pussy. Shortly after she began to play with herself traffic started to move. When she got to the light on 56th street, she had easily soaked through her panties, and had made a friend in the truck next to her. The man in the pickup watched as she brought herself to closer to orgasm. Finally at the stoplight on 42nd street she looked up at him in the middle of a blinding orgasm, and while she couldn't see what he was up to, it was clear he was moments away from doing the same. Lisa sped off in her White Acura GRX as she made her way to the Meatpacking district.
Carlo was married to a woman named Lucia. They married young, lived in Tribeca having recently moved from Milan, and were the epitome of sexy and sophistication.
Standing at 5"10 and 6'2 respectively they looked like former models. Dressed from head to toe in black, He in denim, boots and a form fitting Henley while she dripped in a see-through crop top, leather skirt, backline stocking, and 4" stilettos with thick ankle straps from Gucci. While they may have looked like models their key interest tonight was in a newly found muse to play with. A young woman named Lisa that Carlo had chatted up a month earlier on the rooftop of 230 5th Ave.
The muse sat in between them at the corner table while they casually flirted, picked on antipasto as the waitress re-filled their glasses with the vintage selected primitivo.