Arousing Amelia by Ellie Jones

 
Arousing
Amelia
    Amelia so wanted to look efficient.
None of her other outfits looked quite right, but a tearful little
Jenny had covered her sole business suit in orange juice. If David
had been alive he would probably have told her it didn’t matter,
but men rarely saw the importance of things like that.
    Pondering on
David caused her thoughts to drift to sex. One way and another,
she’d been thinking of sex a lot just lately. It wasn’t surprising;
more than eighteen months had passed since her hands touched skin,
real skin.
    In the night,
she had been awake for ages thinking about David, masturbating;
fingers touching, finding delicate tissue, moving; achieving wet
pleasure for a short time. It hadn’t truly satisfied. Perhaps the
thought of the interview had made her too much on edge, or maybe
she needed a thorough screwing to put it right.
    David had
known how to do it. He had used his fingers and tongue to full
advantage. Foreplay was a ritual he never skimped on. He would
provoke her pussy even after she became soaked, and then fuck her
until she yelled with pleasure.
    Masturbation
wasn’t the same, it only brought temporary relief.
    She missed
having a penis to caress in the night; missed sucking testicles and
cock; missed those superb fucking-sessions that made her head
almost burst with pleasure. Most of all, she simply missed
David.
    She sighed,
fastened her skirt, and finished her makeup. If she couldn’t look
business-like, she might as well look attractive.
    Interviews
were hateful at the best of times, and she was afraid that staying
home with the children had turned her stale. Interviews needed
particular techniques, sharpness, clarity, but her mind behaved
like treacle. Would she be a dreadful failure? It had been a long
time since she’d done anything like this.
    The drive to
the office distracted her a little, but she still found time to
worry. Would the children be okay with her working or would they
play up; was her outfit acceptable; would she make a fool of
herself?
    In the foyer
to the huge complex, she paused, her palms sticky. She located the
washroom, ran cold water over her hands and wrists, and applied
last minute touches to her makeup. Did it look subtle?
    Amelia tried
to control the turbulence in her stomach. David had left them well
provided, so there was no financial reason for her to work,
nevertheless she had her needs. She and the children were
comfortable enough, but she was a person with drives and she had to
fulfil them.
    It seemed a
bit egotistic now she stood inside this once-familiar building.
Above her would be dozens of people going about their daily tasks.
They would be proficient, eager. What could she offer?
    She approached
the reception desk, heart beating loudly, shoes clacking. The
uniformed man behind it remembered her from years ago, and gave her
a special smile as he directed her to the elevator.
    As she walked,
she looked around at the army of bright young people beavering at
their desks. So much was going on, how could she cope? One or two
of them glanced without curiosity as she passed… so many new faces,
young faces. She’d always thought of work as a friendly place;
there had been lots of people of her age then. Where had they gone?
Few people knew her now. It seemed strange to walk through there
without a friendly wave, or nod.
    This place was
a world away from the comfortable nest she and David had built. The
children were all at school though, and she’d always promised
herself that at this point she would return.
    Amelia steeled
her mind. If she couldn’t muddle through, so be it, but she had to
try. She once told David she had business in her blood; that
nothing else would do. How could she have been so naive?
    The problem
was most people thought of her as sophisticated woman. They were
wrong. Inside she was a confused girl, whose only attribute seemed
to be she could convince others she wasn’t.
    A young man
approached. “Hello,” he said.