He was sitting next to her on a bench with their thighs touching slightly. She wasn’t sure If he purposely left his leg there or if he thought it was a part of the bench leg. He got up to get a sip of water from his tent and sat back down, pressing his leg back into her. There was no way he didn’t realize it was her leg, as the skin on skin contact was sticking with their thighs on a hot summer day. He moved his foot and crossed ankles with her, slowly moving his ankle up and down her ankle. Her insides wiggled and warmed as her panties soaked wet instantaneously. She thought about the thought of him above her, straddling, grinding and thrusting as he’s grabbing the sheets with his veiny hands with a hard grip. She came back to reality when their friend stood between them and put his hand on their shoulders, telling them it’s time to get the fire started for dinner.