Sexy stray

I wander through his place after he leaves for work. Every drawer I slide open, every chair I brush past, pulls a shiver up my spine. It feels sharp and sweet, almost like a secret kiss on the back of my neck. Soon my fingers slip under my skirt. I lean against the cool kitchen counter and work them between my thighs, breathing in the scent that still hangs in the air. My breath gets ragged; my thighs tremble. I press harder, chasing the rush that comes from doing this where I shouldn’t.