...After a drink at McHale’s, Penny and Bobby strolled up Columbus Avenue. He held her hand and she noted its dry warmth, even on this unseasonably humid night in September.

“I wonder when this heat wave’s going to ease up,” she said.

“Don’t know. It’s good practice for going down to Dallas, next week.”

“Your next gig’s in Dallas?”

“Yup.”

“When will you be back here?”

“Six weeks. After that, I’ll be in and out of New York every so often. Got a lot of things lined up, like a cross-country tour.”

“Wow. How long does that last?”

“I don’t know, exactly. A year, maybe?”

“Good for your career? I mean, is that a good place to be at, doing cross-country tours?”

Bobby slowed down their pace. “This is a good place to be at—with you.”

“What—the Museum of Natural History?”

“Is that where we are? Geeze, I didn’t even realize…did we just walk thirty blocks?”

“Not quite. More like twenty. A mile or so…”

The conversation trailed away as Penny followed Bobby’s lead. They left the avenue and turned toward a tree-lined walkway behind the museum. He pulled her over to the stone wall winding around its perimeter, centered in one of Manhattan’s most posh neighborhoods.

When they reached the end of the wall, Bobby leaned a hip against the slab of gray stone that reached to just below his waist. He swung Penny around to face him. He let go of her hand to cup her face with both of his own and rubbed his thumbs against her chin.

“Mmm…soft,” he said.

“How can you tell? I’m so sweaty from all that walking!”

“I like sweaty.”

She grimaced. “I don’t think so—”

Before she could say another word, Bobby closed his mouth over hers. She gave herself over to the deliciousness of feeling his full lips against her own. When she felt him push, her lips parted to let his tongue in. She let him dominate the kiss until her ardor was aroused, and her tongue explored his. They were turned on fast and, in a few moments, had their bodies pressed up against each other. Bobby leaned back against the wall with Penny’s full body weight collapsed onto him. The shadows from surrounding trees and the building’s turrets swallowed their passionate moans.

Consumed with desire, they writhed against each other. Penny grabbed Bobby’s shoulders to steady herself against his undulating groin. She pulled her pelvis up against him and curled a leg around his buttocks. She tried desperately to feel his cock through her linen slacks and his blue jeans. In one sweeping movement, Bobby shifted his position, lifting her up and around to sit on top of the stone wall.

He nuzzled himself between her legs and reached down behind her to clasp a hand under each side of her ass. Holding her buttocks, he tilted her upward and leaned himself into her. She clung to his neck for support and opened her legs wider, tilting back. In the balmy heat of Indian summer, they pulled in frustration at each other’s garments, sweating and panting their way down to a horizontal position on the cool stone wall.

Penny thought she might lose her mind with desire. She released an arm from Bobby’s neck to slide her hand down over his crotch. He backed away just enough to let her grab his shaft through the denim of his jeans.

“Mmm…baby,” he muttered, “right there.”

Their lips parted an inch while Penny concentrated on pushing and pulling him through the fly of his pants. A sweat bead trickled down the side of Bobby’s face as her hand slid up to his waistline. She popped the metal button from its loop, yanked down the zipper and slipped in her hand. When she felt his massive hard-on through his underwear, her pussy tingled and her brain rushed with electricity. She wanted to rip off her own slacks and panties and pull his cock inside of her, right there and then. Her hand eased down toward the top of his underwear.

Just as she felt his pubic hairs brush her skin, she also felt Bobby’s hand close around her wrist. She squinted up at him and, through the haze of erotic excitement, tried to figure out why he was stopping her.

“Huh?” was all she could croak out.

She tilted her head and looked into Bobby’s eyes.

Well, she thought, his eyes are smiling, so what gives?

She felt the gentle removal of her hand from his crotch.