By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Story
For Lindsay
Just 10 minutes
before, she’d come back from the Ladies Room, and discreetly dropped her green
lace panties into his lap. Stuffing them in his jacket pocket, he escorted her from
the restaurant, and scanned the street for the nearest place to push her up
against a wall. A dimly lit alley provided the illusion of privacy. Hands and
tongues probed, roughly; their breath became ragged, and flesh glowed in the warm
air. She gasped as his fingers slid inside her. His lips, moving downward to
kiss her neck, curved in a wicked smile.
“My turn to
tease,” he whispered.