He had gotten up early that morning. Well, no earlier than a usual school day. He had already picked out a dress shirt, slacks and a tie the night before. He checks himself in the bathroom mirror, rubbing the stubble about to emerge on his face. He brushes his teeth, then splashes water on his face. He looks at himself one more time before stepping out to get dressed. Shirt, slacks, leather shoes. Too hot to put the tie on now, so he rolls it up and places it in his pocket. He steps out and the heat envelops him.
"Ughh..."
He waits for the bus to take him to school for their graduation ceremony today. After a semester in this grueling weather, he's finally done. He arrives early, so he waits in the lobby for other people to arrive.
He checks his phone. "On my way." It was from her.
They had been texting for some time. Random stuff at first: food, observations, men peeing in the street. Then they grew bolder. Fetishes, fantasies. But they feigned normalcy with the crowd around them.
She finally arrives. Stepping into the lobby, she's instantly drawn to him. There's something about a man in a dress shirt and leather shoes that always stirs her.
After clearing her throat and trying to slyly look him up and down, she says, "Nice shirt."
"Thanks," he answers with a grin.
They were the first to arrive. They sit and wait another 5 minutes before she suggests exploring the premises. He readily agrees. They walk side by side down a hallway with empty conference rooms, occasionally brushing up against each other's arms.
"You know, seeing all these empty conference rooms reminds me of something I've wanted to try for a long time now...." she tries the handle of one of the rooms. Locked.
Confused, he guesses, "Err... breaking and entering?"
"No, no... remember that fetish conversation we had a while back?"
