Intimate Lovemaking Behind Closed Doors

Nathan scanned the station for Deborah. She glanced at the clock – eleven and a half hours till home time. XXX On her right was a screen showing a digital clock, the drum and wedge numbers, and a counter that read 21. She must have felt him looking at her. When the glass slid closed, she slumped back in her corner and closed her eyes – cursing all the silent wankers who’d be getting off on this for decades – dreading the moment when later today, or tomorrow, or next year, Jack decided to check out the scene. She flinched as a hand slapped twice on the metal above her. Time enough. It was fully erect now. He checked his watch, it was 9:29. At least she didn’t have to look at them, feel the guiding hand on top of her head, like she would if she worked for an airline. Tom was engrossed in his phone as always.