The wheels of the convertible mustang glided across the smooth grey road.
“Where’d you pick?” John asked his newlywed wife.
Sarah smiled a little at the question. The wind whipped through her blonde hair and exhilaratingly swooned over her unblemished and petite face.
“The View,” she told her husband; the woman raised her contented and cheerful voice over the sound of the rushing breeze.
“It’s wonderful,” Sarah promised him.
John smirked and gave his beautiful spouse a sidelong glance.
“I’m sure it’ll be wonderful for us tonight,” the man commented.
Sarah laughed. The woman leaned over the gap between their two beige leather seats and laid her head upon John’s firm shoulder.
“I can’t wait,” she said in a happy intonation.
The fingers of the woman’s left hand crept over to dance lightly on the man’s right thigh.
At first her lover’s body stiffened a bit at the physical contact, but then he began to hum slightly as Sarah’s palm crept closer to the growing bulge in his expensive and tightly-fitting tuxedo slacks.
“So much fun,” Sarah teased him verbally while accosting his senses with her feminine touch.