May 27th #2
“Topless then?” he asks, stripping off his shirt.
And I will admit that I don’t mind. To be honest, I wish I could just temporarily halt time so that I could take a moment to stare at his chest. Like you would a marble statue in a museum.
Look, not touch. No one ever feels the least bit awkward doing that.
But with him … well, I probably would want to touch.
“I thought we were just revisiting, not reliving,” I argue.
“Reliving will be more fun,” Damon says, “because then maybe we can do the things you wanted to do.”
“Fine,” I say as I strip off my tank. Thankfully, I wore a really pretty bra.
“But first, I want a list of everywhere we went that night, and then I want to know what’s on tap for tonight.
” The second I say it, I roll my eyes. “I know. I know. There’s a sexual innuendo in there. Please just ignore it.”
“Okay, well, your main demand for the evening was that we skinny-dip in the lake, but I was a little nervous about that, as you had drunk a fair bit and I didn’t want you to drown.
So, I took you to the pool. You said it was no fun.
So, I suggested the lazy river. Told you it was close to a lake and we wouldn’t have to worry about getting bitten by fish.
You acted like I had nearly saved your life.
When we got there, you stripped, pulled me into the water with you, and tried to kiss me.
I turned just enough that it landed on my cheek, then distracted you by getting you in a float. We stopped under the waterfall.”
“Oh, I remember that. Sort of. I can see your face. You looked so handsome with the water running down it. Your brown eyes turned almost golden and seemed like they were lit from within. And … I wanted you.”
He lets out a chuckle. “Oh, that part I know. I should also mention that while you were quite naked, I was shirtless. Kept my shorts on, thankfully. At least for a while.”
“And were you checking me out while I was naked?”
“Most definitely.” He leans in closer to me. “The vision of you naked in the moonlight is something I’ll never forget. I did let you touch my chest, however, because you kept telling me you’d been wanting to feel my abs.”
“Oh boy. This is going to get embarrassing. I don’t know if I can take it all in one night. Tonight, let’s only talk about what happened at whatever spot we go to.”
“Awesome. That will make it more fun. So, we’re going mostly in order. We’ve been to the lazy river and in the sauna. After that, you were hot and wanted to go fast in the golf cart.”
“You said that’s when I wanted to call Sammy, right?”
“Yes. I guess you’d video chatted with him when you arrived, and you wanted to show him what it looked like later at night—which was dark.” He starts laughing again.
“All right then, let’s go for it!” I say, which causes him to turn the speed on the cart from tortoise to rabbit, and we take off down the path that goes into the trees.
As he goes, I realize what that night was about. Freedom. I felt free, alive, and happy as the wind tangled my hair, raced across my face, and took my breath away.
I throw my hands up in the air and yell out, “Ahhhhhh!”
“So, you do remember?” Damon asks me.
“Oh, no. Did I do this?”
“You did. You said you felt alive. And happy.”
“Scream with me,” I tell him.
We both let out a holler as we keep rolling between the trees.
A few moments later, he stops at a clearing.
“What’s this?” I ask, seeing a tent that I don’t think was here before.
“You wanted to spend the night in this very spot, but, like, naked. And in the dirt.”
“Oh, that doesn’t sound like a great idea,” I say, scrunching up my face.
“Aside from the fact that we would have been eaten up by mosquitoes, there are all sorts of other bugs and stuff.” I look at the tent that is set up.
“So, you put a tent up out here? For me?” I ask him as my heart about explodes.
“Yeah,” he says.
And it makes me feel bold, so I get out of the golf cart and strip off my skirt.
“Well, I guess naked camping it is.”
Don’t touch.
Damon
Why did I think this was a good idea? I wonder as she takes off her skirt.
Although she doesn’t actually get naked. Just down to her bra and thong. I managed to resist temptations with her the first time. I need to be able to do that again.
Maybe.
Or maybe I should flip the tables, like her friend Sammy did? A sort of reverse psychology, where she’s going to have to be the one to resist me this time, if that’s what she wants. Although, today in the locker room, her intentions were pretty clear.
What the foxtrot has happened to me?
Usually, I see a pretty girl, and I go for it. I don’t think twice.
With her, I’m thinking a lot. Too much.
Tonight, I’m just going to be me.
See what happens.
And I think I’ll start by taking off my shorts.
“Look how cute this is,” she says as I unzip the tent and show her inside. “And you set this up yourself?”
“Yeah, it’s not that hard to set up a tent.”
She tilts her head at me in the most adorable way. “How about what’s inside? Double sleeping bag, throws, pillows, candles, and twinkle lights wrapped around the tent poles. Not to mention a couple of beers I see chilling over there and a tray of food.”
“Well, if there’s one thing you should know about me, I do eat a lot.”
She licks her lips, like she’s not thinking about food.
“You have a dirty mind,” I tell her, causing her to blush.
“Can I tell you a secret?” she asks, leaning in so close to me that the lace of her bra tickles my chest.
“Please do.”
“I’ve been having the best time. And I can’t stop looking at your body.”
I let out a chuckle. “What do you mean? You’ve seen it already.”
“Yeah, but I haven’t gotten to touch it. But first,” she says, “let’s have a drink.”
I slide over and open two beers. Before I can even clink my bottle against hers and toast, she’s taking a big swig.
And I know what she’s thinking. Or feeling, maybe.
So, I hold my glass up to hers and say, “Here’s to a night where nothing is embarrassing.”
“Oh shit. I’ll drink to that.” She leans back on a pillow. “You read my mind, and what I want is for you to stand on your knees, right here in front of me. ”
“Okay,” I say because this should be interesting.
Next thing I know, she’s got her arms crossed, and she’s scrutinizing me, like an artist getting ready to sketch me. I follow her eyes as they take me in. Starting with my chest and moving downward.
“I think to really appreciate it, I might have to touch,” she says coyly.
I surprise her by grabbing her hands and placing them on my chest. “There is no rule in this tent regarding look, but don’t touch . In fact, touching is definitely encouraged.”
She gives me a sexy grin before running her fingers across every rib, every muscle, every inch of skin between my neck and the top of my boxer briefs. And it’s driving me crazy.
Maybe I should just … no, wait.
I reach out and do the same thing to her—only I use my tongue.
Within a few moments, she’s pulling me down on top of her.
And when I wake up in the morning, she’s gone.