The tension had been building for days. There had been filthy, dirty messages; sexting; images from all angles. It had been off, but now, it was definitely on.
The timing was perfect. You pulled in from the beach as I arrived on foot. I wore a skirt, tiny knickers and a shirt for easy access. You were just in a towel. I hadn’t see you for a while, but as soon as I saw you I was reminded how attractive I found you. You had a new beard, you looked different but also familiar. We smiled, big beaming smiles, both knowing what was to come.
The previous times, I’d been self-conscious, very aware of my body, your new eyes on me, how much you were in to looking, aesthetics, visuals. I wanted to be perfect for you. The garage was great, there was no time for that crap. I’d grown in confidence. I was more aware of my body. How sexual I was. I knew what I wanted. It was you.
We started kissing. Hungry. Hands everywhere. You grabbed my hair and pushed your tongue in, wanting me as much as I wanted you.