I scrolled my way back and forth between spreadsheets, making a correction here and letting out a "hmmph" there. Long slender fingers drifted across the keyboard, almost without consideration for the man controlling them, my mind adrift, desperate for the day to end and to be in her arms. With a final email sent and a quick goodbye to a colleague, I was out the door, in the lift and turning the ignition to get home.
I can't believe this is happening. We are finally together. Living together.
I felt a rise in the pressure against my panties as I thought of her. This made me happy. A year ago, this was all just random thoughts guiding me towards a new life. I had known Eva for a long time. We had dated more than a decade ago, explored areas that were just emerging for both of us but ultimately hadn't taken the next steps beyond the sexual. Over the years we had stayed close, exchanging fantasies, pictures and desires. I got married and then divorced. The longer I stayed in touch with Eva, becoming more emotionally intimate, it was clear that I had been mistaken in what would be my first marriage. Now they were together though.
As I drove past the bottle shop on the way home I stopped and went inside. The sun was shifting down, casting an orange and purple glow behind the nearby homes and shops. I wandered down the white wine aisle, looking carefully at the labels. The truth is I knew nothing about wine but often chose purely on the basis of a good graphic designer probably living somewhere far from where the grapes themselves were harvested.
"Can I help you?" An eager-looking man stopped by me a few feet away.
I looked up, almost cloudy in mind, wondering what he wanted with me. Oh, right. Of course.
"Ummm... honestly, I don't really know. I just wanted to get a nice bottle of wine for my... mother." I said, feeling a surge of electricity in his stomach and then elsewhere as I said it.
"Sure, does she like Sauvignon Blanc?" He asked, seemingly genuinely interested in helping me. But I was starting to drift. Eva was waiting. I needed to be there, for her and with her. The way she would scoop me up...
"Sir?"
"Oh... yeah... that sounds good." I took a bottle off the shelf, vaguely in the direction he was gesturing and headed off to the cash register. I could feel my legs beginning to shake as I paid and went back to the car. As I thought of Eva, my penis began to harden, straining against already tight cotton. I turned out of the parking lot and minutes later I was home, walking to the steps of my house. I adjusted the bottle of wine under one arm as I pulled my keys out and opened the door, gently closing it behind me.
It was quiet inside. Where was she? Not in the kitchen, I put the wine in the bench.
"Eva? Baby?" I ventured tentatively as I turned the corner desperately wanting to see her.
