It is a hot August night and I lay on top of my covers in bed while a fan blows the thick, humid air across my body. My soft, purple, lace, negligee clings to skin, making me wish that I had nothing on at all. I glance at the clock, 1:15AM.
Grabbing my phone from the bedside table, I scroll to your name in my contact list. It seems unlikely that you would be awake at this hour but I know that I would regret not letting you know how much I want you at this exact moment.
I take a chance and text, "In bed and unable to stop thinking about you and your delicious cock. Any chance that you're awake and thinking about this wet pussy?"
I lay back against my pillow and wait, hoping that somehow you're as restless as me. A few minutes pass. My eyelids start to feel heavy and I feel hopeful that the blanket of sleep is finally upon me. Then the light from my phone brightens the room as the soft sound of a text vibration rattles against the table. I grab the phone, already feeling my heartbeat quicken at the thought of what you might be responding.
Sure enough, a message from you appears in my list saying, "I am awake and now thinking about your wet pussy. If I could sneak out of here, would you want to meet up?"
Already I can feel my body responding to the thought of seeing you again. My nipples harden against the soft lace and the moisture from my pussy drips onto my thick thighs. My mind is already racing about the logistics of where to meet you. Frustratingly, neither of us can host a night of loud, passionate fucking. I've lived in this area for the majority of my life, there must be some private corner of a small town somewhere that we could taste each other without arousing too much suspicion.
Suddenly an idea pops into my head. I'm not 100% sure that you're up for such an adventure, but I decide to take a chance. I text you back and ask you if you can pick me up. You agree and I provide you my address. Your GPS puts your arrival time at ten minutes from now. Fuck, I'd better get moving.
Quickly I remove my nightgown and slip a soft white cotton dress over my head, deciding to forgo a bra and panties in favor of saving time and providing you the easiest access to my body as possible. Quietly I open my bedroom door and tiptoe around the house in my slippers, gathering a blanket, hair tie, my purse, keys, and phone as I go.
Once I make it down to the first floor, I know that my roommates will be undisturbed by my departure. There is just one last thing I need to get before you arrive. I dash down the basement steps, seeking out the stash of camping gear. Finally I find what I need, a small inflatable mattress, just the right size to fit in the bed of your pickup truck. Quickly I fill the mattress with air and haul it up the steps, just as I hear your truck pull into the driveway.
Before stepping out onto the porch, I slide out of my slippers and into a pair of sandals, stooping to retrieve my purse and blanket. Then I silently open the door and step on the porch as a blast of humid air hits my skin, contrasting significantly with the air conditioned first floor of the house. I throw the inflatable mattress into the back of your truck as you watch me with amusement, wondering what kind of mischief I may have in store for you. I open your passenger door and slide up into the seat, setting the blanket beside me and immediately leaning in to kiss you.
Your kisses never fail to arouse me and as I feel your tongue slide into my mouth, I grab your hand and put it on my breast so you can feel my hard nipple through the thin cotton of my dress. Your strong hand gently cups my breast and you give my nipple a little squeeze, just to send shivers of pleasure down my spine.
When our kiss breaks you look into my eyes, "What's your plan?" you ask.