Coffee break

Christina Jolie needs her coffee. She drinks the first scalding sip and feels the pulse run through her. One swallow and she’s already worked up. A second and her hand slips between her thighs. She’s in the chair, knees open, skirt riding up, no one around to stop her. Two fingers sink in. She works them slow, then harder, riding the throb until her breath catches and the coffee sits forgotten on the table.