Then Maris surfaced in his mind.
That look she had given him over her shoulder at the stall. The cucumbers in her basket. The slow, knowing smile that said everything without saying a word. The way her thick thighs had shifted and pressed together.
The sway of her generous ass as she walked away. She had invited him openly. Practically handed him the address.
The laziness evaporated.
Just like that.
Replaced by something sharper, more purposeful. His cock throbbed harder in his hand.
He put the items away carefully, tucking them back into the box with the rest of the collection. He closed the panel.
Then he opened his window. Cool night air rushed in. He prepared to fly out.
He was halfway out the window when he saw her.
Eva was coming down the street from the left.
She wore a fitted deep green blouse that hugged her curvy figure tightly.
