Close of Business

All characters are 21 or older
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Sinewy surfer looking for kicks.
A pedestrian shop owner grinding the daily.
The sight of the student a chewy surprise.

His seduction complete and damningly obvious.
No words arose as they displayed their desires.
Take it or leave but make up your mind.

Decision cast forward, apron flung to the side.
A tight shirt torn tersely and floated away.
Interior darkened, door locked with a flick.

Slender neck scruffed with astonishing speed.
Midriffs grind madly, they proceed down the path.
A pale hallway chosen for their taboo tryst.

Large hands extended, lit brightly by passions.
Plunged into board shorts swollen with need.
Exposing their shadows in fading days light.

Random sand dusting gives fingers a tease.
A sharp taste corralling bites gone astray.
Of sunscreen spread smoothly over chiseled physique.

Willing hips arching, shifting ever so slightly.
Berserk needs attended while crossing that bridge.
A valley of denial now crossed permanently.

Coffee shop owner savoring that hot mocha memory.
Spilled quickly and thickly in one final throw.
That hallway, now brightened, echoes quite differently.