Walking home, holding hands, they are both aroused after an evening of close dancing and use the short walk along the avenue.

They halt to face each other, kissing with extreme passion, hands caressing backs. Tongues dancing. Bodies are quivering.

He sits her on the wider section of the fence top. Her thighs separate as he manoeuvres his exposed lance into her moist folds. They kiss firmly, slowly gyrating so as not to be too evident as their hearts and nerves soar to the heights of orgasmic ecstasy as he fills her sex.

Temporarily sated and zipped, they continue home.