It was July of 2006, and it was Dante's Inferno in New York City. The heat wave in the middle of the July was a killer! I drove around in my Ferrari 612 Scaglietti staying cool and listening to R. Kelly. I hit the West Side Highway, and was thinking about what I wanted to have for lunch. I did not know if I wanted to eat soul food, Chinese or Italian food.
While I waited at a red light near Chelsea Piers, I saw my friend, Connie, jogged by garbed in a red baseball cap, black halter top and red shorts. Her long brown hair was in a ponytail. Connie was five-eight, light-skinned with an athletic body. Her perfectly defined six-packs were proof of that. We flirted many times, but we never slept together. I always wondered how freaky she was in the bed.
I called out, "Do you want to hop in, baby girl?"
"Hey, Nature Boy, are you heading downtown?" Connie asked.
"Yeah, I'm about to go and get something to eat. Are you hungry, baby girl?"
"Yes," She said, not even hesitating.
"Get in the car." I suggested.
Connie ran to the car and hopped right in. She kissed me on the cheek and immediately took some sips of her bottle water. I could tell Connie felt so relieved that I had the air conditioner on full blast. She removed her cap and leaned back to get more comfortable. I was aroused looking at her perspired body.
"Oh, my God, it feels so good in here." Connie said softly.
"Yeah, that's why I'm taking my time deciding what I want to have for lunch."
We ate pasta and garlic bread at this beautiful Italian restaurant in Tribeca. We were in awe with the restaurant. It had a waterfall, plants, and framed photos of Hollywood's top famous actors hung on the walls.