David's bag comes, and they part ways.

"Oh, there it is!" David strode up to the bag carousel, grabbing the final black duffel bag sitting on its track. He turned to smile at Candace. David gestured with the bag, as if she should celebrate for him.

"Alright, well... good luck to ya," David said, then turned and left her there.

Candace was at a loss for words. "W-wait," she said finally. Her voice high-pitched, she asked, "Do you have anything else I can put on?"

David stopped walking, then sighed and unzipped his bag, as if it was an inconvenience. Candace, though feeling humiliated at having to beg so many people to cover her up, was ecstatic at the idea of anything to cover up her pussy. She held the blazer tightly shut, keeping her tits out of sight, but the thing was so goddamn short - she couldn't keep her pussy and her ass covered at the same time. It was ****.

Her rising hopes were dashed when David tipped the bag toward her, revealing its contents. She recognized what they were, but they didn't help her in the slightest.

His bag was filled with nothing but professionally matted prints. "I'm going to an art convention," he explained. "Got my nice outfit in my carry-on, and I need every piece of that thing to look presentable."

"No pajamas?" she asked.

"Uh, I sleep naked," he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. They stood like that for a moment, Candace half-wondering if she should ask for his shirt, when David continued. "Listen, I'm... sorry about earlier."

"It's okay," Candace said, perhaps a little too quickly. "I mean, I- I lost my balance, I didn't- I-"

"No, it was my fault," David said. "You're just... really..." He shrugged.

Candace hugged herself a little tighter, feeling herself become swollen under her fingers. The absurdity of the situation hit her - this was their first conversation after an accidental penetration - but Candace still felt, well, hornier than her usual baseline. Having this man's eyes pretend not to roam her body was only stoking the fire.

She was unsure if she wanted him to hurry up and leave or come closer. She managed to say, "I-I'm an artist, too."

David's eyebrows raised. Then, he smiled, reaching into his bag. He handed her an 8x10 print, a bit smaller than the size of a piece of printer paper. She reached out to take it from him, giving him a final full-frontal look at her body. Candace looked at the print. It was a dark, moody oil painting of a pine tree.

Candace felt a wave of warmth move through her body when she realized not only was she baring her entire nude body to David, but he was looking. They stood there for a moment, Candace's blazer hanging loosely from her shoulders, David eyeing the pussy he had been inside an hour earlier.

"It was nice to meet you," he said, then turned and walked away. Candace watched him go, getting smaller and smaller, until he turned a corner and disappeared.