Cruising down the highway on my way to work, I can't help but reach down and pump my fingers against my clit. I rock my pelvis forward and back, as my summer dress lends itself to an easy grope. I consider what else I might enjoy playing with right now - if only I could reach far enough to grab my vibrator out of the back. After all, only a bored truck driver or a curious husband would be the wiser. nnThe desert is incredibly serene this morning. The sun has gently come over the mountains and it is still early enough to feel cool. In a few hours, the strength of its rays will take over, creating the kind of heat which only lizards and lovers can enjoy.nnOne of my favorite things to do is to travel in my VW van through the high desert, listening to classical music along the way. Listening to a symphony adds a playful element to the fantasy world of the desert sage, cactus and pinon trees. However, on this morning, there's no classical music playing, no romp amongst the wildflowers baring breasts to the sky. I'm listening to girl music and remembering the sensual goodbye that I shared with my lover.nnExtending my fingers, I manipulate my lips to squeeze and snuggle my clitoris, which sends a livening, tingling sensation down the backs of my legs, to the soft centers of my feet and between my toes. I want to tighten my legs around my hand, to increase the pressure against my soft lips, and at the same time, I want to open them wide to accept a lover. This drive definitely leaves time for a mind (and a hand) to wander.nnEvery so often my lover's scent wafts from my hair or my dress. I can't decide which. I made love to him this morning before I left, in a cluster of peach trees heavy with ripe fruit. I had gone out to hand pick some peaches for breakfast. Peaches and cream; soft, juicy fruit dripping with milky-white sweetness. Mouthwatering, irresistible.