Frustration and loneliness

I had a bout of severe frustration today. One of the young ladies that works in the same building as me, today, was wearing a blouse that tended to ride up her back as she worked. This caused that wonderful expanse of bare skin at the small of her back to be exposed. Not especially overt, only a hint of underwear and the barest hint of the top of her butt, but so extremely erotic to somebody as ... shall we say, unfulfilled, as I am at the moment. Where my hand so wanted to go, my mind went fully. I remember being able to touch a woman there, the most erotic spot on a womans body. To gently trace with my fingers that exposure, across the width of back, to run my hands along the waistline of her jeans from spine to stomach, ending in a warm hug. Ah, well, at least I kept it to myself and am only a dirty old fool in my own heart.