When I found out the penitentiary you're stuck in has a visitor "powwow" once a year, I was so excited. You said that you think it would be the perfect opportunity to sneak away and fuck in secret, and I quickly let you know it sounds to me like a tempting but very bad idea that could land you in a lot of trouble.
We're sitting around a large bonfire for "family and friends visiting day" with many other inmates and their family members. People are talking amongst themselves and staring into the flames.
You shoot me a pointed look, you talked to me about this before and I know you're sending me the signal that it's time. I'm supposed to follow you 60 seconds after you walk away. I had firmly maintained that it's a terrible idea and the consequences are way too high, but as usual you talked me into it. You're good at that. You stand up and depart, I count it off in my head still thinking I should just stay put and tell you later it was just too risky, but I stand up in spite of myself and against my better judgment I get up and try to walk inconspicuously in the direction you went.
It's dark, after the bright light of the fire I can hardly see in front of me. I know I'm walking through trees and a branch snaps under my foot. I reach out my hands to feel in front of me and I suddenly feel your arm catch me around my waist, halting me in my tracks. Caught off guard, I gasp in surprise. You laugh under your breath then bring your finger to your lips making a "shh" sound. In the pensive silence that follows, I look at you expectantly, thinking "well you've got me alone, what you going to do with me?" I can't lie, knowing you'd risk major consequences to fuck me one time is a huge turn on, regardless of what that says about my damaged psyche.
You reach out and pull my body to you and I hesitate, still feeling like I should shut this down. My eyes are adjusting to the dark, I don't actually know what would happen if we were caught, but I know it wouldn't be good. It's dark, but it's a full moon so it's not THAT dark. Then you kiss me. I'm already struggling to remember that this isn't a good idea, then my brain loses the fight to my body and I surrender to you.
I pull my shirt over my head and drop my jeans to the ground, forgetting about my reservations. I'm standing in front of you in the woods at night, my lean body in nothing but a red thong and a black bra.