He stood there, outside the security area, silently waiting.
He had been there only a few minutes, timing his arrival to minimize the
parking costs. To the casual observer, he was just another man, patiently
awaiting a passenger arrival, but on closer inspection they would have found it
odd to see him wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket indoors over his loose
white t-shirt and leather chaps over his loose sweat pants—until they saw the
helmet in his hand. He looked completely the part of a biker, and he was.
Except for the bulge in his pants hidden by his fanny pack, and the fact that
the only thing between that bulge and the fanny pack was the sweat pants.
He thought back to times past with her, the talks, the times
when she really needed a long hug, a good shoulder rub, or a chest to bury her
face into and cry, yet there was no one there in person to provide it for her.
He had seen this woman at her best and worst, seen her most vulnerable and most
vicious. She had bared her soul and body to him, and he had taken that gift and
made the most of it, and this trip was the final act in a long play that would
lead who-knows-where.
And he wanted her. And she wanted him, else she would not
have come.
And she was there, coming down the escalator, looking around
nervously, then seeing him and breaking into a smile. She stepped off and came
to him, dropping her bag beside them, throwing her arms around him and kissing
him deeply. No words were said. None were needed. He returned her kiss with
fervor as she pressed herself into him. They broke the kiss and he grabbed her carry-on.
He motioned for her to follow, and she did, hooking her arm in his as they made
their way out the door into the parking garage. He stopped at a Harley with a
sidecar. He retrieved a spare helmet from the sidecar and placed her carry-on
in and strapped it in, then removed the fanny pack and placed it in a saddle
bag. He set the helmet, along with his own, on the seat of the bike. They
embraced again, and this time the kiss was more insistent, and she opened her
mouth to admit his tongue, and they reveled in the taste of rum, coke, and
strawberries. His hand reached inside her dress and cupped her right breast,
feeling it weight in his hand, and his fingers tweaked the nipple softly. Her
hands reached around and ducked into his pants and squeezed the cool flesh of
his behind, pulling him into her, and she felt his arousal against her.
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