Before breakfast

She sits alone at the breakfast table, sunlight catching the lace of her lingerie. Her boyfriend promised eggs, but the wait feels endless. She runs her hand across her thigh, fingers pressing the thin fabric between her legs. The pressure sharpens. Her breath catches. Blonde hair falls forward as she leans back, legs parting under the table. She slips two fingers beneath the edge of her panties and finds herself already slick. Slow circles, then faster. Her other hand tugs the bra strap off one shoulder. She pinches her nipple, eyes half-closed. She keeps listening for footsteps, hoping he walks in before she finishes.