Sex break

Others take a coffee break. I make a sex break. The door clicks shut behind me. The lock slides into place. My hand slips between my thighs. Then the fantasy hits. What if someone hears my breath through the wall? What if the door opens and there she is, all blonde hair and surprise, watching the way my fingers move? The thought pulls me deeper. I rub harder. The danger, the open stare, it all makes the rush hotter. My body tightens fast. The rest of the day waits, dull and flat. But right now, this feels alive.