i feel my eyes drop to half mast as i stare into the fire and let the flow of conversation swirl around me. i’m not paying much attention to you all because my mind is wandering back over my day and my plans for the rest of the evening.
i feel my body slouch lower in my seat and watch my lap fall into complete darkness. desultorily i follow the conversation and occasionally interject a hrm or a three line thoughts. just enough to make it seem like i’m paying attention but really i’m thinking about three hours ago.
three hours ago you all were making dinner when i disappeared behind a tree two campsites over. i could hear you and see movement if i moved my head just so but you couldn’t see me.
you couldn’t see me with my legs splayed open and my shirt pulled up and my fingers rubbing frantically on my sopping wet clitoris. you couldn’t see the drops of fluid spurting out of me and leeching on to the wood below me and you certainly could not see how knowing you were just over there while i was sprawled across the top of a public picnic table and baptizing it with my most personal fluids.
you definitely didn’t hear the groans and the small moans and the pants as i drove myself toward release and met many small peaks on the way and i’m guessing you further didn’t notice an hour later when i slipped off to my tent to scratch the still unsatisfied itch.
that one was great, short and sharp and frantic and just enough to take the edge off and leave me wanting more. even better to emerge from said tent whose door had remained open the entire time and realise that all of you had congregated just outside while i was coming.
if you heard one is forced to wonder what you thought.
these thoughts float through my mind as i stare at the fire and feel little pulses in my pussy as it recalls it’s earlier fun. they stay there and grow as i slide a beer bottle between my thighs and hold it against my sensitized button.
i feel the pulses speed up as i slide lower in my chair and press more deeply into the hard glass. my eyes drop almost closed as i mimic sleepiness and my chin drops to my chest.
i realize that my lap is perfectly shadowed by my knees and let my legs fall open a little as the bottle slides up and down against my already damp pants. i am utterly entranced by my own behaviour and i let my eyes close even a little more and my mouth drop open and i hope that the firelight masks the pure lust radiating from my features.
hope but don’t really care either way.
my hand slides into the waistband of my pants to find my lips sopping and eager for my touch and my legs falling further apart. i can see my lap now but i am convinced that you all can’t. convinced and yet not particularly concerned even though you would be so distraught to know what i had done just in front of you.
i rub frantically but surreptitiously and feel my buttocks clench and even more juice drip from my hungry pussy as the pulses speed up and the throb drops deep to my centre.
suddenly left alone at the fire i allow my legs to drop open still further as two fingers rub and circle and dance on my aching for release clit and my pelvis reaches for more.
i grind into my own hand and mewl the tiniest mewl as a little baby orgasm shudders through me and a wet spot forms on the back of my pants. i delight in it’s cool against my bottom and relax once more to wait for you all to go to bed because i have plans for this body of mine as soon as you do and the anticipation is driving me mad!
