The Lindsay F. Perkins Memorial Bridge…

on 11/08/11 in 99 Words, Erotic Fiction

…loomed overhead and flashed its lights into the fog while the two undressed in the cramped backseat of a borrowed Jetta. Their mouths locked in the dark while they fumbled with cool zippers. The brunet kept a surreptitious eye on the dashboard clock while pulling down his partner’s jockeys. The windows steamed and both took turns stroking each other earnestly. The climaxes were too soon and the grins full of embarrassment, but it was done. They used a t-shirt to clean up and the passenger rode home shirtless, cold, and smiling.