He has a table near the window of the Blue Coyote Café. His laptop is on the table and his fingers fly over the keys. Behind the laptop is a steaming cup of decaf coffee. On the side a sticky muffin. The man’s fingers fly. He’s wearing faded bluejeans and an open collar, short sleeve shirt of orange material with a faded pattern of blue fish swimming in a loosely defined school. He pauses in his typing, picks up the muffin, and takes a bite. He puts down the muffin and wipes his fingers on the thigh of his jeans. His fingers travel toward the inseam. Outside across the street is the train station. A young woman waits on a metal bench. Her long loose dress blows in the breeze. She is sitting sideways on the bench, her feet up facing the breeze. She is also facing a young man who is standing a few feet away talking to her. The young man would be able to see if she is wearing panties. If the woman is not wearing panties the man would be able to see her sex. The man at the table types. His fingers go faster and faster. He has straight white hair which blows in the wind from the small circular floor fan not far from his table.

On a chair in a recessed corner of the café a girl is sitting on a boy’s lap. She is wearing a long loose dress. The boy is wearing blue jeans. The girl’s panties are pushed to the side. The boy’s fly is open. His cock is deep in the girl’s cunt. They watch the man type. The boy’s hand is under the girl’s dress. His finger fingers the girl’s clitoris in time to the man’s typing. The boy’s finger glides back and forth across the girl’s clitoris. Her cunt contracts, squeezing the boy’s cock. The man’s fingers fly. The keyboard makes small sounds. The girl makes small sounds. The keyboard sounds are lightly sticky. Tick tick tick tick tick. A rapid ticking. The moisture of the girl’s sex and the boy’s fingers make a similar sticky sound. Slick tsk, slick tsk, slick tsk. There is a steady hum from the fan. There is a similar steady purr from the girl’s throat. Outside across the street the commuter train pulls into the station. Now the typing man cannot see the girl on the bench. With a gasp and a grunt and a squealing squeak, the train pulls out of the station. With a gasp and a grunt and squealing squeak, the boy and the girl come. The train is gone. The woman is gone, her bench empty. The man has stopped typing. The girl’s cunt squeezes the last squirts of semen from the boy’s cock.

The man gets up from his table and heads to the back of the Blue Coyote Cafe. “Where do you think he’s going in such a hurry?” the girl asks the boy.

“Probably to the bathroom,” the boy says.

“I bet he’s going to masturbate back there,” the girl says. “I bet that’s what he’s doing right now.” She gets up from the boy’s lap.

“What are you doing?” the boy asks while tucking his cock back into his jeans.