She stirred from her thoughts and absently reached for, then
finished her rum and coke, the third since she left. A few minutes later the
flight attendant collected the trash and she put up the tray table. She
returned to her gaze out the window, watching the miles creep by and the ground
creep closer as the 737 approached for landing. Landmarks familiar from
memorizing Google Maps came to her as she found his house from above. She knew
he wasn't there at the moment, because he was waiting for her at the airport.
The plane touched down with a bump and taxied to the terminal. Mentally she
reviewed her next steps, and as she walked up the jetway with the other
passengers from the half-full flight, pulling her carry-on bag, her lone
luggage, with her, she shivered. Maybe it was the cold air in the jetway, maybe
it was anticipation, but she was glad she was wearing the button-up denim dress
she had on now for the warmth it provided. Still she stayed silent.
She entered the concourse and headed to the nearest
restroom. Entering a stall, she pulled in her carry-on behind her and latched
the door. First she unbuttoned the bottom of her dress up past the mid-calf she
had set it at to much higher, so that the lowest button was just below
mid-thigh. She lowered her panties and relieved herself since the 3 rum and
cokes was letting her know her bladder was full, but when she was done, she
slipped her panties off all the way and put them into the outer pocket of her
bag. She stowed her reading glasses in her purse and removed the barrettes in
her hair, letting it cascade down from the tight bun she had done it up in for
the flight to its full auburn length to her waist. Then she unbuttoned the top
of the dress to her navel and removed her bra, putting it with the panties in
the bag. She buttoned the dress back up to just below her breasts, so that her
cleavage was visible but nothing would fall out until she wanted it to. It was
liberating, wearing nothing but her dress, pentacle, and her lone piercing. She
let out another shiver. She was slightly buzzed, but still, she had not let
this part of her come out in a long time—too long.
Out of the purse came a compact and she checked her minimal
makeup, finding no smudges. Next came the strawberry lip gloss. Last, the perfume,
from a bottle he had sent her the previous Yule, and she applied it to her
neck, running a line down her cleavage, and another up the inside of each
thigh. She gave herself a quick touch of the piercing between her legs to
create even more anticipation, but she stopped, and she stowed the makeup back
in her purse and left the stall, heading out of the restroom and towards the
security gate. She had been silent since she had boarded the plane.
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