Let's go out for ice cream.

Davie settled down at the front corner table with the couple he'd arranged to meet. They looked sexy and interested in him right away. John rubbed Davie's knee while John's wife Aleksa held his hand. Davie supposed that cute barista and her boyfriend would just have to do without him tonight.

"Yes, some company would be nice tonight," John said. The compact, muscular man leaned forward in his chair, smiling at Davie.

"I quite agree," Aleksa said. She squeezed Davie's hand gently. Her long black ponytail swished across her back as she tilted her head and turned it to Davie.

"Let me make it three," Davie said. "A pleasure to meet you both in person. Your pictures really didn't do you justice." Especially to Aleksa's breasts, which were straining at the buttons of her silk blouse. He liked 'em small, but big breasts had their own charms like sheer slutty bounciness and fuckability.

"And you didn't post yours," Aleksa said, laughing. "Lucky you're a smooth talker," she said.

"Eh, all this technology," Davie said. "Does it really make life easier? Ah, half a moment, let me slip the leash." He fished out his mobile phone and set it to turn off. Three descending chimes announced its shutdown. "You had dinner already?" he asked, testing for the next step.

"We just came from Finocchio," John said. "It was really good."

Davie thought it was a pretentious den serving overpriced Italianoid rubbish, but he could hardly say so without breaking the mood.

"Yes, and everyone seemed to be watching me," Aleksa said. "Do I look like some local celebrity?" she asked Davie.

"Maybe," Davie said, "But I think it's your blouse, Aleksa," he said. "That's very beautiful silk, and it must have really sparkled under those little spotlights. Though I suspect they were really watching because they'd placed bets on whether it'd make it through dinner without bursting a button or two."

Aleksa laughed. "What I get for shopping the wrong end of Carnaby Street," she said.

"But it's brilliant," Davie said. "You'll have every man in the room watching you all evening."

"I certainly hope so!" she said. "Even if it's an off-the rack bargain."

John put his arm round his wife's shoulders and smiled. "I love having the most beautiful date in the city," he said. They turned their faces to each other and kissed. At the same time, Davie felt John's hand rub his knee while Aleksa ran her fingernails across the palm of his hand. He guided Aleksa's hand to his crotch, so she could feel the erection he was already sporting, followed by John's hand. Aleksa used her fingertips to probe the outline of Davie's cock and balls under his tight pants, while John pressed gently on the shaft and head, measuring his length and firmness.

"If you're still up for dessert, I know a place that does a killer gelato," Davie said.

"Do they have ginger or green tea flavour?" Aleksa asked, circling her fingertips on the bulge in Davie's trousers over his balls.

"Of course," Davie said.

"Then by all means, let's," she said.

John nodded and smiled. "With all speed," he said, pressing Davie's cock one last time under the table.

Davie helped Aleksa and John clear their table. He winked at the short blonde he'd helped earlier, and left the coffeehouse with high hopes for his new acquaintances.

Davie started out walking beside Aleksa. With her height and the moderate heels on her shoes, she was the tallest of them. He led them across the bustling, brightly lit night-time streets of the club district, telling them stories of the different places they passed.

"N' this is where we'd go if we needed another prick," Davie indicated a chrome-faced nightclub entrance. "Lot of eager, versatile young lads who'd go along the likes of us," he said. He looked at Aleksa, then at John, "We can walk back this direction if you're feeling insatiable tonight, or want to show off. S'not too loud and the lights aren't all dark and flashy, so it's actually rather pleasant."

Aleksa beamed him a smile.

At length he settled in between John and Aleksa. Though he had to turn his head this way and that to talk to both of them, it was easier for telling his stories. John and Aleksa laughed, sometimes asking questions or sharing bits of their own experiences.

"...wasn't it in Prague?" Aleksa said.

"Right, our honeymoon tour," John replied. "We had been out all evening clubbing with another couple, Jan and Marta, and we were back in their apartment. They were making out in one corner, and we were in the other."

"Right, when in comes Marta's brother, and it turns out it's his apartment," Aleksa said, laughing. "He wants to watch television and kicks us out of the living room."

"And so Jan and Marta invited us back to their bedroom. There was only one bed, and it wasn't so big," John said. "But we were out of our minds horny and it just had to do. So we all got naked and climbed on."

"Right, I don't remember all the details," Aleksa said, "but I remember the look on your face when Jan reached over and popped your cock in his mouth."

John chuckled. "Not what I was expecting. Now at least I'd have noticed that he was sending me signals all evening."

"It was so hot to watch," Aleksa said.

"Right, and I didn't know what to say, so he just kept at it for a while," John said.

Aleksa laughed. "You were so stunned, all you could tell him was 'thank you, Jan!'"

By the time they turned the corner onto the short street with the Italian gelato shop, they were holding hands, Davie in the middle. He was feeling light and loose, loving the feeling of being an object of desire. From time to time he shot glances toward Aleksa, admiring her long legs and her big, lavish breasts, and toward John, watching his muscles flex under his tight, tailored clothes and wondering how he took his pleasure. He imagined John moving under him, groaning, those beautiful muscles flexing as Davie's prick plundered his arse with Aleksa looking on.

"'S an all-night chemist around the corner in case we need any supplies," Davie said.

"Chem...? Right, a **** store," Aleksa said.

"We're pretty well set," John said. "Unless you had some special ideas, or you get itchy from almond oil or latex or glycerine."

"Na, nothing like that," Davie said. "Dip me in liquid silicone and throw me into the fray," he said. "I'm a man of simple habits. Put hot naked skin in my hands, smother me with pussy, poke me with pricks, and if I'm still hard, give me a quivering hole to fuck."

Aleksa trilled a little laugh.

"Is this it?" John asked, indicating a small shop with a red-and-yellow sign and a bright, antiseptic interior.

"S'it," Davie said. "Not much to look at, but we're here for the taste. My neighbourhood, let me treat you! What do you want?"