The crackling fire warmed my face as the chill night air pricked against my exposed back. I knew I should have brought a sweater. Typical me, never planning ahead. Still, I continued to strum out my tune on the guitar, singing my heart out as everyone chatted and laughed.
All except you.
You had your eyes on me all night, but I pretended not to notice. I didn’t want you to see how much those piercing eyes made my body tingle from just a look. But they did. My pussy tingled at the thought of your body against me, your lips against mine. Did you know that the songs I sang were with you in mind?
The fire gave a loud pop. I jumped, nearly falling off the log I was sitting on as others gave squeaks of surprise and laughed. No one even noticed I had stopped playing.
With a sigh, I set my guitar to the side.
“You have a beautiful voice.” My heart leapt at the sound of your voice. So soft and low. I could feel the rumble of it in my chest and it made my pussy ache.