This is a little flash piece written for the ERWA story list. It was for a theme, the name of which I intentionally misread to give me the idea. It’s very short – as per the “flasher” rule of the challenge.
A Daydream & Distraction by Monocle.
Wind whipped around two overcoated figures on the bridge. Beneath them, water raced past the pylons. The town was quiet, the road barren.
“It’s the tidal bore,” he replied. He was blocking most of the wind, pressed against her back. Her gloves gripped the metal rail.
“Tidal bore eh?” He couldn’t see her arched eyebrow.
“Yes,” he gathered up the hem of her coat. “It can wash all the way to Warrington.” Underneath, her legs and ass were bare. He opened his own coat, just enough.
“That’s very deep inland,” she noted, teeth chattering. She bent over, looking into the swirling water.
“Most high tides, seagoing yachts can make it that far in.” His cock brushed her, then sought the warmer, wetter place between her legs, pushing in like a slow barge.
“It’s really… a fascinating… river.” His hands on her hips now, thrusts hard and urgent.
A lorry passed them across the bridge, but didn’t slow. Neither did they. Two voices cried out briefly, then quieted.
They walked back the way they’d come, gloved hand in hand.
“Next week,” she whispered, “the Thames”.
I apologized, truly and sincerely.
None of this would have happened if I could spell.
The actual challenge theme was “Mercy Fuck”.