Sweet
August 4, 2010
She holds the hard muscle of her inner thigh and pleasures herself. The bathroom is wheelchair friendly and asks employees to please wash their hands in five languages. 
It’s 8:02 and she tastes herself. She’s sweet, and when she slides her fingers back, she’s glad no one can see how erect her clit is. Lady boner, her boyfriend called it when they used to have sex, and she laughs.
The tiles are cold under her butt, she’s sure her feet are freezing under the sink. With a hand over her mouth, she digs her nails into her thigh and cums. An intense orgasm, but a short one, rushing from her temples to her lower back, then nothing.
The phone in her bag vibrates. It’s Alex and he’s being seated. Where are you? It’s Alex, and he’s sitting alone in the back of the French themed Cafe at a table too big for someone’s legs. I’m waiting on you.
She collects herself and pulls into the chair.
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