A Steel Curve
Date: 8/13/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: PaoloDance, Source: LushStories
She emerged from the lift with a dozen other passengers, casting her eyes over the Charles de Gaulle concourse in search of him. It was weeks since they’d parted in Brussels before now joining each other again for the wedding. She followed the wave forward; steel clicking against stone; cotton, cashmere, silk and leather walking with her in a still sleepy rising gait. The confusion of whether it was night or dawn hung over the airport and for travellers the smell of coffee was the only anchor in a sleepless domain. It was his walk that she noticed from a distance, a slow press into the marble above which strange shoulders carried him forwards amidst the more insistent march of seasoned Europeans. Over fifty of them stood in the queue, snaked around temporary barriers and draped within the undulations of pillars and corners. Whether lemmings, penguins or cattle she couldn’t quite place, but none of them were fully awake. Her poncho draped comfortably around her with the soft cashmere casting wings between elbows and knees. It was between the envelope of fabric at her side that he was now standing, hip pressed against her, arm extended across her back beneath the cashmere, his palm resting on her hip. The queue moved forwards. Two exhausted Parisian belles leaned against each other in front of them, ruffled remnants of barely left partying. A conveyer whirred another suitcase into the belly of the airport and the tannoy reminded them again not to leave baggage unattended. ...