Yes, but her bag is gone.

Candace walked past security, past check-in, and down an escalator. She tried to stick to walls and keep away from crowds, but eyes on her were unavoidable. She wasn't perfect, and couldn't keep a consistent hold on her jacket. Countless strangers caught glimpses of her body.

Finally, she was at carousel 8. She was there a bit late, though a few people she recognized from the flight were still clustered around. Candace stood near them, making sure all her parts were more or less covered. She watched the suitcases go by, searching desperately for her green one, but she didn't see it. She tried to remain calm.

"Hey," a voice near her said. She looked, and her heart nearly stopped. It was David!

"H-hey," she said, holding herself tighter. She squeezed her legs tightly together, remembering the sensations he had given her. It was odd to make eye contact with this stranger, this man who had held his cock inside her for nearly an hour. He seemed embarrassed as well, though nowhere near where Candace was at.

"I see you got some clothes," he said, gesturing to her 'outfit.' "That's good."

"Yeah, I-I guess so," she said.

They lapsed back into silence. Slowly, people grabbed their bags and disappeared out the doors, and slowly, they were the only two people left waiting.

"I don't... I don't see my bag," Candace said, not wanting to admit it out loud.

"Mine neither," David said, hands on his hips. "D'you think we should ask someone for help?"

"Uh... I-I don't-" Candace swallowed thickly. What was happening to her? She could barely speak.