The sunlight shining through the window and the soft chirp of birds stir me in my sleep and interrupt my dream. With my eyes closed and mind still only half awake, I roll over to wrap my arm around your sleeping form, only to find nothing there but empty space on the bed. I open my eyes and the visual confirmation of your absence reminds me – it’s Monday. I twist my body under the sheets back to the center of our bed, my auburn hair partly covering my face as I close my eyes again. There’s a leftover desire burning between my thighs, perhaps from the dream that ended abruptly a short time ago; or was it many hours ago? It’s so hard to tell with dreams. I don’t even remember it well, the visions flew out of my head as soon as I stirred. But the desire still exists, and I slip a hand down beneath the sheets pressing it between the soft, sensitive skin of my thighs. Beep Beep Beep Beep I’m snapped awake by my alarm clock and reach up above my head to turn it off. The shower calls. I toss the sheets aside and slide out of bed, pull my hair out of my face, and sleepily walk to our bathroom. I gradually wake up as I go about my morning business, looking out the window at the clear blue sky and feeling the fresh breeze tickling my skin. I can tell it’s going to be a beautiful early summer day. Turning away from the sink, I discard my nightclothes on the tiles and step into the shower, my senses coming alive under the spray of warm water. The steady stream pours over my body, washing away any remaining vestiges of the night. I eagerly rub shampoo into my long hair and spread my favorite body wash over my skin, scrubbing myself clean. After rinsing, I enjoy a good soak before I turn the water off and grab a towel, running it firmly over my arms, legs, chest and back. The normally soft fibers seem rough on my sensitive skin, altyazılı porno but I enjoy it. I wrap the towel around my head and finish my morning bathroom routine of make-up, hair and some faint body spray. Once back in our bedroom I stand nude in front of my closet, considering my clothing options for the day. Picking through a drawer of undergarments, I decide to go with black as my theme. A pair of white panties and matching bra to enhance my modest bosom will go nicely underneath the business suit I’m considering. I slip the panties up my legs and reach for a pale blue blouse and my black skirt, finishing the ensemble with a black business jacket. I button up my shirt, looking at myself in the mirror as I do so. Feeling somewhat liberated, I hesitate near the top of my blouse, considering the last button, normally buttoned up tight for a more reserved look. I do have a meeting today, perhaps I should be modest. I button it, but reserve the right to reconsider. I pull my jacket on and select a pair of black heels to complete the look. I take one last, quick look in the mirror to adjust my hair, wondering what it is that makes me feel so confident this morning. The lovely summer weather? My clothes? Knowing you’re desiring me despite the distance that temporarily separates us? I ponder these things as I head downstairs to grab some breakfast. ************************* It’s afternoon now and I’ve just finished up a lunch meeting with three colleagues. One of them, a man about my age, is quite attractive with natural good looks. He has those eyes, eyes that make me want to melt whenever they meet mine. I’m not sure whether he was flirting with me or not, but whenever he looked my way his smile appeared to grow and his eyes seemed to linger one second longer than they had to. He knows I’m married, but zenci porno probably figures it’s just a harmless flirt. Or maybe it’s all in my mind. Either way, it excites me to think that an attractive man is looking at me. I now have a seven block walk back to my office. My intuition about the weather today was a bit off. While the sky is still clear, it looks like the summer heat and humidity has decided to make an entrance. The morning’s relatively cool air has been pushed aside and it’s quite muggy now. As I walk, I try to keep my pace measured so I don’t get too warm, but I’m losing that battle; I can feel a little perspiration under my arms and a slight tingle at the back of my neck where my hair starts. I stop to pull an elastic band out of my purse and pull my hair up to keep it off my neck. I also remove my jacket, but that’s not quite enough in this heat. I have to undo the top button on my blouse, making the swell of my breasts clearly visible to any eyes that might wander my way. In fact, a young man walks by and stares in my direction as I make these alterations. A half smile crosses his face and his eyes travel the length of my body, but I’m not concerned. I feel sexy and confident as I resume my walk, letting my hips sway back and forth more than usual. I can feel my arousal humming between my thighs by the time I reach the front door of my office building. The hot, sticky weather makes me feel alive, and the eyes of the various men on me make me aware of my own sexuality. I have no desires for them, but knowing they desire me is exciting! The coolness of the air conditioned office building hits me as I open the door. It’s a relief, but also an indication I must try to get my mind off of my desires and back into my work. I sit down at my desk and open my email. There’s aldatma porno one from you saying you hope I’m enjoying my day (Oh, am I ever!) and that you’re having a productive time on your trip. You tell me you were thinking about me last night and wishing I was there with you (I know exactly what you mean!) and that you love me. My heart beats faster. I write back one sentence: What would you have done had I been there last night? I don’t normally write things like that to you, but I’m not myself today. I have a hard time keeping my mind on my work the rest of the day, my mind is buzzing with sexual energy and it’s difficult to contain my desire. I have to tell myself: Focus, Erica, focus. The time ticks by too slowly. A little before five o’clock you send me an email, it says simply: By the time you arrive home, there will be another email from me. Enjoy. At the stroke of five I’m away from my desk and walking quickly out the front door. I walk the two blocks to the metro and arrive on the platform hoping for a quick commute so I can get home and check my email. Unfortunately, it’s not to be, the platform is crowded with people; the trains are behind schedule. Frustrated, I position myself to survive the onslaught of riders trying to get onto the next train. It arrives in about twenty minutes. The doors open and passengers disembark. A mob of people with me in the middle surges forward and presses onto the metro car. I’m pushed forward and, finally, as the doors close behind us, the pushing relents a bit. I’m still pressed between a mass of bodies and one of the handhold poles. I barely maintain hold of my purse. I can feel someone behind me, pressed against my back. I glance back. It’s a younger man a little taller than me. He smiles at me and I return it. He’s close enough I can smell him. It’s a manly smell, enticing, and in my state, arousing. As the train moves the mass of passengers sways back and forth. I can feel the young man’s hips pressing against my rear. The train stops and starts. I sway back into the man, pressing my ass against his crotch. It’s then I feel it.