Posted by red on October 11th, 2007 in Lust

And there she was, so beautiful in the firelight. Her black bikini was little – but no too little. It had a small decoration, a white ornamental disc (almost like a big pendant) hanging from the cleavage. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

We were all drying by the fire, and everyone was turning around on occasion to help dry off their back. Catching my eye on one of my stolen glances, she turned, revealing a beautifully sculpted swimmers back, adorned only with thin bikini strings, tied together in a big, inviting bow. As she turned around, she looked at me again, and smiled.

It is only by some sort of miracle or act of god I didn’t find myself hidden in a dark corner somewhere with her. All of the ingredients were in place – I’d been receiving very clear signals all day. I’m pretty sure the ones I’d been sending had been read loud and clear as well. We’d both drank a bunch of beer. There was a campfire. It was the whole enchillada.

The firelight flickered gently across the curves of her body. When I caught her eye, she allowed them to burn with hunger as she returned body sweeping gazes. Her skin sparkled in the firelight, begging for attention, begging to be touched, begging for caresses…
But it didn’t feel at all right. Don’t get me wrong, it would have felt so right. It was not the right time, and not the right place. We were there for professional reasons, and everyone knows that’s dangerous.

It still took every ounce of my willpower not to do it anyways.

This happened last weekend. I have her number. I’m searching for the courage to call.