We meet each other in small thrusts as he rubs my clit with his right hand; his left threaded under my body and playing with my nipple. Tiny electric shocks buzz across my abdomen and I want this feeling to last forever.
Just as I start to crest the wave, a voice comes from right outside the tent. “Brad? Hey man, you up? We're heading over to grab breakfast. Brad?”
The jingle of the tent zip being grabbed has me jumping out of my skin but Brad growls, “I swear if you unzip the tent, Dave, I will shove a tent pole so far up your arse you’ll need to get it surgically removed! I will come and find you later. Now fuck. Off.”
I hear someone else say something aboutthe bird with the braidsand Dave's responding, “Oh shit! Sorry mate, later.”
Brad never pulled out during that interaction, but he did stop moving, and his cock pulses inside me in protest. I'm somewhere between aroused and mortified.
“You ok?” his voice vibrates through my body, all the way to my pussy.
“That was a little harsh, no? Poor Dave.”
“I don’t share. And definitely not this view,” he runs his hand down the front of my body. “But if you’re into being watched, I can call him back. I’d probably have to kill him afterwards for having seen you naked, but…I’d do it once if that’s what you really wanted.”
“No, I’m not into being watched, but I weirdlyaminto that whole speech.” I squeeze my inner walls to punctuate the fact, and that sets him off. His hips piston fast and hard and the slapping of skin is undeniable as to what's going on in this tent, but I'm past caring as my orgasm rises again. Brad alternates rubbing and tapping my clit, sending those delicious sparks all through my body as I careen off the edge of the world. Just as I'm about to wail, he turns my head towards him and captures the sound with his lips, coming himself mere seconds later, tremors wracking his body.
We stare at each other as our breathing calms, and a smile takes over my face. “Good morning.”
He chuckles in response. “It certainly is, Blaze. It certainly is.”
4
PUT THAT THING AWAY
SHARI
9th May2023
I'm sittingon the patio sofa, finalising the invoices for my latest project, Pickles' head snoring in my lap, when my phone dings. I pick up my phone to see it was a Socialite notification and nearly drop it again when I see exactly what it is.
@bradical_movementlikes your post
Well, shit. I didn't think he'd actually look at my Socialite page at all! My stomach tingles knowing that he's even thinking about me in any capacity. It's been just over a week since our fling, so I assumed he was never going to reach out. And I was ok with that. Mostly.
The sound of three more notifications go off in a row.
@bradical_movementhas started following you
@bradical_movementhas commented on your post
@bradical_movementhas sent you a direct message
I decide to look at his comment first and can't help my burst of laughter at seeing it's just a string of emojis on my post from the festival.
@bradical_movementcommented:
Thankfully, his DM is actual words. Words that make me feel giddy.
@bradical_movement — Hey sexy. I can't stop thinking about you, it's a real problem. I tried to play it cool and not reach out too soon, but I couldn't help it. Barely even made it a full week. You look so damn fit in your photos, Blaze. Would you be ok with me posting some photos of us together? Brad x
I was so torn about posting any pics of him. I really wanted to, of course I did. He's gorgeous! And we did take some really good ones, but...I just wasn't ready for the judgey questions, ya know? So for now, they're in an album of their own in my phone.
@shareadsalot — Hi! Wow, I didn't actually think I'd ever hear from you. How was the final night? Sorry I couldn't stay, but you know. Work.
If you want to post any photos, go nuts! But could you please not tag me? I just can't dealwith all the judgey Karens and their unwanted opinions right now. Shari xx
Immediately, three dots appear as he replies. Why do I have butterflies? We're only texting.
