His chest and crotch are both tightening. He just watches.

Straightening, she reaches for a pen but drops it. "Yes" his body yells, "bend over, bend over, bend over." But she doesn’t. Her propped leg drops and she retrieves the pen with her toes. Bringing it up she grasps her foot and extends her leg out to her side. She drops her foot on the counter and leans to the side, her head resting on her knee.

Okay so she didn’t bend over. He watches, awed. Her left foot eases on to tip toe causing her leg muscles to flex. He admires the line of her leg. The tightening of her butt cheeks. He is becoming decisively uncomfortable. So he removes his shorts. He wonders who she is talking to and is jealous that this moment is being shared, albeit unknowingly.

She starts to walk backwards and he wonders what she is doing. But not for long. She drops into his lap. Her back still to him. She guides him to her. Holding him so he is enveloped in her folds. She closes her legs. They drop between his and he is trapped. He arches up but she pulls off of him. She hovers inches above him. Then lowers herself again. Once more wrapping him in her folds. Again he tries to react but she pulls off again. She hovers longer and his mouth waters. He wants the closeness. He traces her hip line and runs his hands up to her breasts. But she still hovers. Slowly she eases back down. This time when she envelopes him he doesn’t move. He waits.

Aching. She leans forward and rests her head on her knees. Her hair flipping. Brushing his chest and face. He wants to take her but he knows better.

Finally she lowers the phone. Standing up she tucks her leg under her and returns to his lap. Her toes curl under his balls. She guides him into her. Her toes wriggle. She takes him all the way and slowly rocks. Trapping his balls between her and her foot. He struggles but all she does is rock slowly. Then she pulls up and eases down.

He leans forward and, moving her hair, he kisses her neck. Then licks it, her hair tickling his nose and mouth. He smells her powder and lotion. She is still and he arches up. She gets off of him then walks to the refrigerator. He can’t believe she did that. He’s mad and frustrated. But he doesn’t know what to say.

She pours a glass of oj and continues to ignore him. He starts to stand but she looks at him and he sits back down. She walks back over to him and sits in his lap again. This time she takes a drink of oj and kisses him. The citrus rushes into his mouth and her tongue finds his. He grabs her hip with one hand her hair with the other and pulls her on to him. Her hand guides him in and they rock together. Later, on the carpet, he looks at her.

"By the way, who was on the phone?" he asks.