Paul slid the third button from it's tight slit of her soft, pink, blouse. His heart was racing. She's never allowed it this far before. Fingers now touching, where they dared not before, Kay's heart was pounding as she felt his hands slide quickly down her blouse.
Bob had always worked downtown. He loved the narrow and crowded streets of Wall Street. He loved to grab a knish or a hot dog from a vendor as he rushed down the bustling streets, reading the latest financial news while speeding down the street.