*This is the first short taste of more to cum…*
**Part One**
Three weeks…it felt like three years.
Without Hyde beside her everyday, she felt the pain of his absence deeply but not wanting to think about the reasons for his absence. Besides the longing of seeing his face and the side-stitching laughter of his unique humour, the ache of missing his presence and touch was deathly.
Looking out into the garden from behind the glass panel in the kitchen, vapour was accumulating on the pane. It was a chilly day with the sun barely showing itself, she couldn’t steer her mind away from the hungered thoughts of her and Hyde together. Her breath quickened as she remembered the way he held her, each memory shortening her breath, turning the vapour on the glass into droplets.
Without realising, she had pressed her breasts against the glass, relieving the heat building up inside her. Her button-up blouse was in the way so she unbuttoned the first two buttons, letting the fullness of her breasts above her bra, firmly press against the glass. She wanted Hyde with an ache and hunger she herself could not describe, with her left hand she pulled up her skirt, feeling her trembling thigh. This was supposed to be his job, he was supposed to touch her, make her hot and wet. She wanted his touch and she wanted his tongue to trace her pussy until she begged him, she wanted his fingers sliding inside her, one by one.