Having sushi

She walks into the quiet sushi bar in a short sundress that barely covers her ass. The place is mostly empty at this hour. She picks a seat at the counter and watches the little wooden boats drift past on their track. When the first plate arrives, she lifts a piece of nigiri to her lips and the thin strap of her dress slides off one shoulder. She lets it stay there. The soy sauce stains her fingertips and she sucks them clean without hurry. Another boat comes around. She spreads her thighs just enough to slip a hand underneath the hem, tasting raw fish and sea salt while her fingers work in slow circles. Her other hand reaches for a maki roll, rolling it across her tongue before she bites down. She keeps the rhythm steady, hips rocking once, twice, then stilling when a new boat arrives. The blonde hair falls across her face and she doesn’t bother to push it back. When she comes, her teeth sink into the chopsticks and a soft, wet sound escapes around them. She swallows. The next plate is already waiting.