This was agonising. Well, no. Having the dental abscess and a long weekend before her dentist opened had been agonising. This was just incredibly frustrating and distracting.
She sat at her desk, a gentle breeze from the inch of window drifting across the bare flesh her scoop neck top exposed. The tendrils of it, as the wind took its own time with deciding where to blow and where to pause, were as beautifully inconstant and unpredictable as the fingertips of her lover. She shifted in the chair, parting her legs a little to allow some of the discomfort to drift from her centre out the hem of her skirt. Her attention, she decided, would turn back to the monthly activity report she was preparing. The second week needed summary figures. The second week was when they had slipped into the orchard at lunchtime, and followed the stream at the bottom to where the tended boughs gave way to wilder wood. Where they had rested, eaten tiny pastries and fed each other olives, and he had taken her hand and played across her index finger as he did her nipple. Where his breath and eyes and suggestion had driven her a hot as a pizza oven, and she'd thrown caution, along with her pants, to the wind and ridden him there by the burbling brook. The second week... she forced herself back again to the present... that needed the figures from this database.
Her lips began to throb. She could feel them swollen and wanting in the crush of her underwear. The memory of how carelessly she had stripped this same pair away, and how the cool air had touched her heat carrying the rush of the river began to play in her mind without bidding. Her lover had caressed her as she hovered over him, his hands almost icy against and within her. That contrast, like an ice cube in a movie scene, had intensified her desire, so when he released her she speared herself fully upon him, groaning in relief. Right now, as she sat and squeezed the muscles of her pelvic floor, she felt the absence of him more keenly. But she had to get this report written. She needed to access the original data, which meant re-authorising with her phone. Which, conscientiously, she had silenced.
There was a message waiting.
Her lover had suggested he bring lunch.
