4 An Intimate Scene

The sky turned dark and the neon lights of the city illuminated the luxurious sedans that raced along the roads. No one noticed the inconspicuous bicycle that passed by their vehicles.

Brian Harris was no exception to it as he was currently occupied with the beautiful lady who sat next to him. Brian glanced at Jessie who toyed with the curls of her blonde hair. A body-hugging red dress ended above her mid-thigh, the dress accentuated all her womanly assets: ample bosom, curved hips, and long, slim legs.

A heated look settled in Brian's eyes as he thought of all the things that they would be doing later on. Sensing his amorous gaze, Jessie shot a flirtatious wink at him. Brian's chest rumbled as low laughter escaped his thin lips. Shaking his head, he shifted his attention to the road ahead. He focused on his gaze on driving to avoid any potential accidents.

But, the lady beside him had other ideas.

Brian tightened his grip on the steering as he felt a soft, warm touch on his thighs. He felt a familiar stirring in his lower regions, and he decided to turn into the alley to the right. He believed that he could not wait until he reached his mansion.

Jessie watched Brian as he impatiently turned his car into a deserted alley. Her lips curled into an alluring arc as he halted the car and yanked her into his embrace.

"Y-you..." Jessie squealed but soon her words were swallowed as a fierce kiss landed on her lips. Brian's kiss was nowhere near gentle, everything about him was aggressive: be it his lips on hers or the movement of his hands across her body.

He was consumed by lust, and his sensual caresses ignited the dormant desire in her. The temperature in the car slowly increased.

While the two people were engaged in their own world, Isabella entered the alley, riding her five-year-old bicycle.

Isabella grinned as her favorite chocolate cafe came into view. She was never a spendthrift but today she wanted to celebrate. Getting a part-time job might not be noteworthy for many, but for Isabella, it was a momentous occasion. She noticed a black sedan parked in the front, but she did not spare a second glance at it.

Parking her two-wheeler at a safe place, Isabella sprinted towards the cafe. She could no longer contain her heart's passion and her soul's desire; she had to taste the hot chocolate, the old, classic one.

The shopkeeper, a kind old lady in her sixties smiled widely as soon as she spotted Isabella.

"Same old one, right?" The old woman grinned to which Isabella responded with a nod and a grin of her own.

"In a minute..." The old lady said as she started to prepare the unspoken yet decided order. Isabella chatted with the old lady for a while and the latter allowed her to leave only after showering her with a barrage of kisses. Isabella could only receive the old ladies affection in silence, she was not the touchy type but she was not that heartless to reject the care of the kind old lady.

Isabella held the hot chocolate in her hands as she exited the cafe, the temperature from the steaming cup warming her frozen fingers. The night was chilly and Isabella could see her fogged breath clearly.

Isabella loved to visit the cafe for two reasons: one, the delicious menu and two, the stone chairs outside. She always craved simple pleasures in life; plugging in her earphones, Isabella sat on the stone chair as she slowly savored her drink.

She observed her surroundings as she drank her hot chocolate. As a matter of course, her eyes darted towards the parked sedan.

Cough!

Cough cough!

Thump!

The cup from her hands fell down on the ground spilling its contents in the process, Isabella patted her chest trying to placate her stricken heart while she had a pale expression, as if she encountered a ghost.

What the heck?!

Isabella's eyes widened as she took in the steamy scene happening in the car. Previously, she only noticed the back side of the car and did not bother to look at the front. Now that she is sitting across the car and thanks to the faint light of the streetlights, she can finally witness the glorious scene of the battling humans inside.

The yellow light from the streetlights created a hazy picture, with eyes as wide as saucers Isabella stared unblinkingly at the two beautiful specimens who were drowned in their own dreamland of pleasure.

Isabella could not see their faces clearly as the woman's hair formed a curtain across the man's face revealing too little to imagine a clear picture. Though she could not see their faces, the same could not be said for their actions. She could see the woman's fair, smooth shoulder exposed and the rough yet arousing movements of the man. On top of that, the woman is sitting on top of the man.

A suspicious blush heated Isabella's cheeks, she was not ignorant of the matters between men and women, but watching the whole thing live is a whole different thing. She buried her face in her hands and patted her cheeks in an attempt to salvage her embarrassment.

No, you should not invade their privacy! Her good self reminded her.

Why are you hiding your face? One should never waste anything free; moreover, it's their mistake that they are doing it in the open. Stop acting and learn a pointer or two from them! Her naughty self encouraged her to commit a crime.

Finally, curiosity got the better of her: Isabella peeked through her fingers. What she saw made her almost faint: the man undid the zipper at the back of the woman's dress.

Enough!

Isabella screamed in her heart, her face hardened as she prepared to leave the damned place. After taking a few steps she halted at the thought of the possibility of another person passing by this alley. She could care less about the man but she worried about the woman. It wouldn't be pleasant if anyone else saw all this, no woman would like to expose herself to another person, except her lover.

After battling within herself for a few moments, Isabella lifted her head and looked around. Soon, her eyes lit up as she found what she was looking for.