The Affair 11

Her body wasn’t perfect, but it was attractive. People complimented her on it but not the man who needed to tell her. She’d been feeling a little down lately, but for some reason she felt different tonight. Her body seemed more alive, more sensitive, and it made her uncomfortable. She had a deep itch that needed to be scratched. She had small firm breasts and tonight they were very aroused. Her nipples were taut and tented the fabric. And she squirmed in her chair with arousal, which made them rub against the silk.

Her heart jumped when she saw his name enter the chat room.

After they’d both exchanged the usual gibberish about the weather, their day, and other inconsequential things, he asked her if she was alone. Her heart beat hard and her thighs tensed. She told him she was alone and described her dark purple sleep shirt and frilly white underwear. His deafening silence made her wonder what he was thinking. She was becoming increasingly aroused by her own thoughts.

“Do you want to