An Unexpected Guest.

I got the text from Hally as I was about to go to bed:

Steve wants to crash at your place tonight if that's okay.

I texted back immediately "np"

I thought I'd finally started to get over him, but my heart started to race. I changed into a lacy black baby doll outfit that barely covered my ass. I did up my face and hair although not anything more than what would stand out as not natural to a guy.

I stayed up late waiting. When his car to pulled up in front of my house. I rushed upstairs to my room, but left the front door unlocked. I heard him enter and 30 second later I came down the stairs to greet him.

"Oh, hi Steve," I said acting sleepy. I yawned, and stretched closing my eyes all the while. I knew my baby doll outfit would lift up with the yawn showing off my lacy black underwear. I kept my eyes closed so he could look. When I peaked my eyes open I saw he was indeed looking down at me.

"Oh hi." Steve seemed surprised. I was normally in bed at the time he'd crash.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, Betsy peed on the couch yesterday. Naughty dog. I have some professional cleaners coming on Monday. In the meantime you want to come sleep in the bed upstairs?" I asked. Betsy never peed on the furniture. I had placed a bowl of an Ammonia cleaner under the coach in case he tried to smell it.

"Umm, sure. Thanks." He said. I knew I only had bed upstairs. Something he'd learn soon enough.

He grabbed his stuff and followed me up the stairs. I was hoping to turn him on with a view up my dress, but his eyes were fixed to the unfamiliar stairs in front of him. I opened the door to my bedroom and let him in.

He placed his stuff down. "Is this your room?"

"Yeah, sorry I only have the one bed. It's queen sized, so their will be plenty of space between us don't worry. And believe me this is a one time thing, normally Betsy is way better than this. I don't know what got into her. I'll go use the bathroom while you get changed." I moved to the bathroom.

"Ummm..."

"It's only weird if you make it weird," I say over my shoulder before closing the bathroom door.

I check my reflection out in the mirror. My hands were clammy. I could feel the blood rushing south. "Nothing's happening, we're just trying to tease him," I told myself, trying to calm myself down.

After what I told myself was enough time I reentered the bedroom. He was lying on his side facing the other side of the bed with his back to the door. I wondered how much he was wearing beneath the sheets. I turned off the lights and crawled into bed. I also laid on my side with my back to the door.

I waiting for his breath to slow, my own heart still racing, before I slid my butt backwards. I felt his body. I moved the rest of myself closer so he could tell I was close but only my butt was pressed into him.

It took almost a minute before I felt the sensation I was hoping for. I felt his erection pushing on my right butt-cheek and thigh. I pushed back slightly pretending to get comfortable, pushing his cock gently between my thighs. He was either sleeping or pretending to sleep.

This was all I wanted to lie here feeling him until we fell asleep, but I had become too aroused to sleep. This was the closest I'd been to an erection since the last time he slept here. Down below I wanted more.

I started rocking my hips slowly seemly against my control. His underwear rubbing against mine. There was barely any sensations, but there was enough that I kept going, slowly rocking. I felt the underwear between or genitals grow damp.

Unfortunately this wasn't helping me calm down, but was instead making me even hornier. I couldn't stop grinding up against him. Rubbing myself upon his cock was both quenching my thirst, while simultaneously making me even thirstier.

I pulled my wet panties down to my knees. Removing one layer of fabric between us. Although his underwear wasn't as wet as mine it was still wet. I wondered how much of it was from me, and if he'd leaked anything himself. The thought of it being pre-cum made me hornier.

I hadn't been fucked in over two years, and now there was a cock in my bed that was refusing to fuck me. I wanted to tear his underwear off his body and ride him.

As I continued to grind I heard my self moan out loud. It scared me and made me stop. The logical part of my brain finally kicked in and made me realize what I was doing.

I slid out of bed, my wet panties plopped on the floor around my feet. I walked out of them and into my bathroom. I didn't trust myself to go back into the bedroom, so I began to masturbate. I imaged the man in my bed to have finally said, 'enough is enough,' and pull off his underwear. Him plunging himself inside and making me his. I imagined him pounding me into the night. Fucking me. Pulling my hair. When I came, I imagined making him cum. I wasn't quiet. I tried to be but I wasn't. I knew if he was still awake he would have heard me. I doubt he slept through the whole thing but there was a chance he could have and that was enough for me, and I assume that'd be enough for him. When I'd finally calmed down and shame had entered my body, I returned to bed this time keeping my distance from him as I fell asleep.

I set my alarm early to make breakfast for him in the morning but by the time I headed downstairs to start on breakfast he was rushing out the door, back to work. He didn't even say goodbye.

I texted him later asking if he slept well. He said, "I had a wonderful night." I read into that line. Looked at those old pictures I taken from the last time he'd slept over and tried to see something that I didn't think was actually there in his short message.

I decided that it was time for me to get over him for good and to stop fantasizing about him, and for a few weeks I did. That is until, while doing laundry, I realized that the black lacy panties I had worn that night were nowhere to be found.

It was then that I started to plot how I could get my night with Steve.

I planned an outdoor getaway. I reached out to Francine, Hally, and another friend who I knew I knew would cancel for a weekend trip up north in a cabin.

I picked somewhere remote, where if we went wild the neighbors wouldn't mind. I also made sure it had a hot tub.

And so the weekend after Labor Day. Hally, Steve I, Francine, and Francine's new boyfriend were camping.