Jen and Vince - We Rob Banks, Part 4
Vince paced the floor impatiently, wondering if Jen had remembered, wondering if her life had changed and that she no longer needed or wanted him. It had been five years since he'd last seen her, that fateful night when she was arrested and he had to break her out of jail. It was certainly a memorable drive away from that small town. She'd been drugged with some hyper sex-drive thing and they had to stop every half hour and fuck. In between she was able to please herself enough so that he could keep driving.
It wasn't that he complained about her. It was rather exciting to see her so needy and open about what she wanted and needed. Even though it was drug-induced, it was certainly a huge change in behavior to how she was before she met him.
When they were finally within an hour of the border, they stopped at a little motel to rest and figure out what they were going to do. Dawn was just breaking and he knew it would be impossible to get across. Undoubtedly the police had reported the bank robbery and her escape from jail. At the motel, they rested for the day, preparing to set back out on the road at nightfall.
Plans changed, however. He had decided that things were too hot right now. That they'd be better off splitting up, laying low, and meeting up some other time. It was an emotional day, making love all day long. This time, not the drug-induced frenzy. This was real... and emotion-driven. He'd fallen hard for her. Harder than anyone before. Harder than even he wanted to admit. This wasn't going to be easy.
They split the money, checked out of the hotel, and bought separate bus tickets. The plan was to meet up again in Las Vegas in five years. Meet at the bookstore at the airport. Hopefully by then, things with the cops will have died down and they'd be able to have some kind of real relationship. Maybe then they could go to some tropical resort and live out their lives together.
It was getting late at the airport as the flights kept arriving. Vacationers crowded the area making it difficult to scan for her. But Vince had been there all day long, not wanting to miss this moment. He'd had several short, failed relationships over the years. Failed because they weren't Jen. None of them were the woman he wanted in the long run. They were there to pass the time.
He paced as the time wore on, as arriving flights were called and she didn't show. He started to become more and more nervous and disappointed. Maybe they should've gone to Mexico after all. Maybe they'd have been ok, might have been able to lay in the sun together, visit the beaches together, just be together... instead of being apart as it turned out.
He eyed the crowd, looking for cops or bounty hunters, but finding nothing suspicious. Perhaps he had eluded everyone, fooled them all. He checked his watch... only an hour left in the day... only a few more flights left.
*****
Cheryl sat in the coffee shop just down the hall from the bookstore, coffee in hand, scanning a book. She wasn't really reading it, more just putting on the act of reading. She was watching her meal ticket just down the way. She idly checked the FBI picture again to be sure. Yeah, that was definitely the guy, the guy she'd been tracking these last six months. He kept losing her before she could close in. This time, she would have him.
*****
"American Flight 1471, now arriving from Kansas City, gate seventeen," the announcement said, echoing through the concourse.
Yet another flight, Vince thought. So many had come and gone with disappointment. It had been a long day. Maybe he should just go to a Casino, have a little fun and not bother any more. But he knew that she would have no way to get a hold of him ever again. They made sure of that, so that if one got caught there was no way the other would get caught.
The passengers from the flight started moving into the concourse on their way to claim their luggage. He scanned each one, not knowing what she'd look like now. She'd probably changed how she looked, how she dressed. He wondered if he'd even recognize her. The crowd dwindled to a trickle and then stopped, dashing his hopes once again. 'Only a couple more flights,' he sighed.
And then he saw her. He don't know how he recognized her. Her hair was a different color and a different style. Her clothing was a lot more normal than when they last saw each other. But he was sure that was her. More sure than anything else in his life. He stood, looking expectantly for any sign that she saw him. He didn't want to raise too much attention, so didn't make too big of a show.
Her eyes scanned the concourse, locking on the bookstore... searching. Her face lit up into a huge smile when she saw him. She let go of her carry-on luggage as if unable to hold it any longer. She started walking towards him, slowly at first, but then picking up speed. He did the same, meeting her in the concourse itself, their arms wrapping around each other in a huge hug.
He felt so good with her in his arms. They could barely say a word. Their cheeks touched and then rubbed together as they pulled back, their lips coming together in a quick kiss. They pulled back looking into the others eyes, seeing the need obviously there, seeing the love rekindling. In a rush, their lips pressed together more insistently, their mouths opening and closing, their tongues searching for the other in a passionate display of longing. They were so enraptured, they forgot where they were. Forgot the world around them.
He lifted her off her feet and slowly spun her around him, holding her tightly. It had been far too long.
When they finally stopped their kiss, both lightheaded, they gathered up her carry-on and headed to retrieve the luggage. As they stood around the carrousel, Vince couldn't help but touch her, hold her hand, stroke her back, hug her tightly to him. He turned her towards him and looked into her eyes.
"I missed you," he said smiling.
"Me too."
He stood close behind her, their bodies touching, his hand softly stroking her ass through her slacks. She pushed back into him, wanting to encourage him. Her own hand moved down between them, her fingers stroking his erection, eliciting moans from him.
*****
The short redhead stood at the next carrousel down as if waiting for her own bags. 'Hmmm,' she wondered to herself. 'A nice stroke of luck. I think I've managed to find both of them.' She didn't recognize Jenn, offhand, but this was just too coincidental.
She saw the public display from them and while she felt a pang of jealousy for not having that kind of relationship herself, she knew this catch would net her a lot of money. Maybe enough to retire with and then settle down and have an awesome relationship. But she had to catch them both.
When the two picked up their bags and headed for the taxi stand, she followed quickly, making sure to listen for clues to their destination. Luckily, they called it out to the driver just before the cab door closed. She slipped into her own taxi, telling the driver the hotel, and slid into traffic not far behind them.
*****
They sat in the taxi barely able to contain their hunger for each other. They sat side by side, their legs touching, Vince's arm around her shoulders holding her to him. Jen looked up into his eyes as her hand grazed his cock through his slacks again, slowly stroking him. His eyes flashed their desire for her, encouraging her. She smiled as she slowly pulled the zipper down, sliding her fingers inside to stroke him with only the thin material of his boxers between them.
"I missed this," she whispered to him. It was dark out, hiding her actions at least until they neared the strip. Her fingers snaked into his underwear and slipped his engorged rod through the slit, exposing it. "Mmmm," she hummed appreciatively, her hand starting to move up and down it.
