The Campground Shower, Part II
The tension hung in the air like a lazy cloud. My heart raced and my breath came to a stop. “Goddamnit son of a bitch!” Laura’s husband, Jeff, flung up from his seat and began patting down his legs and shirt.
Once all the commotion was done, he explained that an ember from our little bonfire had landed on him and burned through his clothes. He was fine, but still rattled. I thought how his incident was unfortunate for him, but the timing couldn’t have been better for me.
Laura and Jeff left shortly after, a slight look of embarrassment on Laura’s face. Eva let out a pressured sigh of relief. “Well that got weird real fast,” she mused.
Eva watched the couple stumble onto their site and disappear in the darkness. Once the coast was clear, she stood and confidently straddled her legs around my lap on the lawn chair. “All this talk about sex has me a little…”
I felt her breath along my neck and she took my earlobe into her mouth. She sucked, a little harshly, then began rotating her hips on my lap. I always know she’s drunk horny when she takes my earlobe into her mouth like this.