They wait for Japanese Airlines in a darkened, empty airport coffee shop which is being redone. Ladders, buckets of paint, canvas on the floor and empty tables.
He fools around in the half-light with her in her loose, wide skirt, making her grab her ankles, showing her all the ways.
He piles her skirt over her back, pulls down her panties, and takes a little time to survey all the sensational bun she ever promised when she bent over—all the bun promised all that time ago back at the tennis.
In the half-light, his eyes fill to overflowing with firm round stirring curving sensational, wonder buns and pussy.
Hardening him into steel rod.
He makes his insertion into a slick, gauzy crack in the half-light. He keeps themselves from falling on fresh paint, and the smell of fresh paint is everywhere. They are having all the fun of their lives in Lima. God, why can’t they just keep repeating the last three days, forever.
Monday
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