Laying there in that dark, all that ran through her mind was panic, momentarily. She was fine a minute before, it was just now that everything had stopped and her brain had time to actually think about it. Her breathing was restraint by her corset as it got heavier and heavier. She felt like she was going to explode out of it. She closed her eyes for a moment and bit the inside of her bottom lip. As she did she felt a slight brush on the inside of her right thigh, like the light brush of someone's' lips. It sent a tingle down her spine.
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She'd arrived on the train with her two close friends, a couple Matt and Claire, just as she had every year for the past ten years. It had become tradition since that year when her plans to go abroad were cruelly snatched from her without so much as a weeks notice. She had felt bad about tagging along, as they were a couple, but they had assured her she was doing them a favour not leaving them alone together to kill each other. It was the same every year since with one exception; it was planned. Them two were in on the plan as they were present the first year, the first time.
Her husband didn't mind at all that she got away with her friends for a little while, as it was only two days. He'd helped her pack the night before; getting out her big woolly jumper that she always wore and finding out the sleeping bag and tent. A shiver went down her spine as she thought of the short week ahead, and as Carl climbed up the ladders into the loft she opened the front compartment of her rucksack and threw in a couple of condoms. She wasn't sure why she had done this the first time, but had. A small smile crept onto her face as she let out a small sigh. Carl returned with her necessary camping equipment and looked a little surprised when she jumped. He placed them next to the bedroom door, then picked up her rucksack and placed it with it. He walked around the bed to her and held her close.
"I'll be gone when you wake up darling, I've got that portfolio to deliver before I start at nine. I'll try not to wake you."
He picked up the alarm off the cabinet and set it for half past six. He put it on the quietest setting and placed it at his side of the bed. She slid between the sheets of the bed, waiting for the light to go out so she could let her mind wander to tomorrows events: so that he couldn't see her face. The moment they were in darkness a smile erupted onto her face. She felt Carl slide in next to her and place a single, gentle kiss on her forehead. She almost forgot of his existence as she closed her eyes to fantasise into sleep. She woke to the sound of the door closing after him at half seven. Normally she would slam her head back to the pillow to finish her sleep but today she felt like she had all the energy in the world. She laid back in the bed, placing both her hands behind her head and sighed. The smile wouldn't leave her face, even though her cheeks began to hurt. She slipped back into a gentle sleep until about ten when she always seemed to naturally wake. She sat up and swung her tangled mess of hair over her shoulder. With a deep inhale she slid her feet out from under their warm hiding place under the sheets and introduced them to the harsh cold of the room. She shivered and instantly pulled them back in for protection. With another deep inhale she braved another attempt and flew out of bed, padding off to the bathroom to the shower.
The water hissed on as she slipped out of her pyjama top, the cold air sending goose pimples all over her body. She slid down her pj bottoms and stepped into the shower. The hot water sent a long shiver all over her body, tingling and tickling. She inhaled deep and slowly. After a few minutes her body calmed down, and she started her regular routine. Firstly she poured a pool of glistening cream shampoo into the palm of her hand. It felt cold as she swept it into her hair, before lathering it with her fingertips, over her scalp; massaging. The bubbles ran down her arms and neck, dripping onto her naked breasts, before running down her legs to the floor. She did this a second time with a different shampoo so that her hair could survive the two days in the middle of nowhere. After rinsing it well she ringed out her hair so to get every loose drop. She then coated her hair with conditioner before grabbing the large hair grip on the shelf and pined it up. She then took the body scrunch and poured body lotion on it. She squeezed it a few times to start the bubbles flowing before introducing it to her left arm. She made small circles that travelled slowly up to her shoulder, then over the back to as far as she could reach. She then travelled under her arm and made circular movements over her stomach, coating her in foam. She moved up to her neck, the scrunch scratching her skin in a soothing, cleansing way. As a more sensitive part of the body; she felt the scratching pain more so over her breasts, as she scoured them. The pain seemed to ease into a calm tingling as the body lotion moisturised her already soft, clear skin.
With age she had slimed, her body forming a perfect hour glass shape without becoming bony. She adored her curves more and more each year, and kept her shape with exercise, not diet. She moved her hands lower, taking in such attractions as her bum and thighs before cleaning her whole legs. She stepped back under the water to wash off the bubble cocoon. She then picked up her shaver from the shelf next to the shower and ran it over her legs. They were completely hair free from the epilating session she had put herself through a few days before, but just to make sure. She run her hands down her long legs, taking every inch, making sure they were perfect. Her hand slipped higher, closing her eyes, feeling her body. As she reached the top of her legs her fingers spread and ran through the short hairs that grew there. Her middle finger slipped between her thighs and she placed just the slightest bit of pressure, before sliding her hand back down her leg. She let out a long deep sigh, expressing her desire, but also her patience.
She glided her hands up over her breasts and to her neck, sliding up towards the clip and releasing it, dropping it to the floor with a clutter. Using her long fingers she massaged her scalp, rinsing it completely of conditioner. After leaning her head back and letting the water run over her face, she reached up a hands and clicked the button on the shower box. A few seconds passed and the water stopped hitting her face, and she scrambled her hand blindly out of the shower curtain to find the towel. Failing, she stepped out from behind the curtain completely unashamed of her naked form; as there was no one in the house and there was nothing will ever make her feel as sexy as she would tonight. The mirror was frosted over with condensation. She found the towel on the floor where it had slipped off the radiator and wiped the mirror. At first it just smudged but after a few more wipes it started to clear. She then swung the towel around her and admired herself in her reflection. She certainly had a glow about her today. She went to the sink and brushed her teeth and flushed her mouth out with mouthwash.
She waltz into the bedroom, and shivered as the cold, un-humid air of the room hit her. After throwing her tooth brush in her rucksack she quickly got out her clothes and was about to throw them on when she stopped, looked at the clock and decided she had plenty of time. She flicked the heating on and ran back upstairs, then laid back on the bed until the room began to warm. She sat up, and grabbed the underwear on the end of the bed. She stood and let the towel slip to the floor. She turned to the full length mirror at the other side of the room. She bashfully watched herself slip the lacy French knickers up slowly over her bum. They really did make her ass look amazing. She leaned over and took the matching bra and slid that on with the same grace and sauciness. Next, the jeans that she only wore once a year so not to wear them out. They were very specific as they had four buttons at the front rather than just one and a zip. She dreaded having to go without them one year. She slipped them on, watching her laced bum disappear beneath them. She had definitely lost weight since that year as they were two sizes bigger than her size now. She placed on a belt to hold them up but, as last year, would remove it when she got there. She hooked up her black corset over her light pink bra and laid out her jumper on the bed. You could tell that she had never been camping before that first time from her general attire, as she had bought the jumper from the camp shop when she began to freeze - about ten minutes into the camping holiday.
She pulled up a stool next to the mirror and swept a single stroke of eyeliner over the top of each eye. She didn't often wear makeup like that anymore, that was a teen phase, but today called for it. Looking at the time, it was just about time to set off. Her hair was almost dry, so she blasted it with a hairdryer for a minute or so and swept it up in a hair grip. She threw on the jumper and slung the rucksack over one shoulder. She always packed the exact belongings so she knew she had no need to check she had everything. Over the other should she threw the tent bag and sleeping bag. She squeezed through the bedroom door and clambered downstairs, knocking a few things over on the side. Reaching the door she grabbed her keys from the hook and opened the door; the light hurting her eyes a little as she had left the curtains shut.
After a few blinks she stepped out onto the street, locking the door and walking with a quick pace to the bus stop. She got there at the last minute as usual, and would have missed it if not for someone already being there to flag it down. She paid her fare, which had definitely changed since her first trip, and sat down at the folded seats so not to take up too much room. The bus route had also changed, but had the same destination. As it pulled up at the train station he saw Matt and Claire already there; as usual. And as usual they commented on how it would be easier to catch an earlier bus, and how the train will probably be late again. As it pulled up they stepped on bored and butterflies filled her stomach. She remembered how she had never been camping before the first year, and how the only time she had spent in a tent was in the back garden. They sat in similar positions on the train, them two at one side and her at the other side of a table. Matt wandered off to the toilet half way through the thirty minute journey, taking his time purposely for the sole reason to give the girls a few minutes alone to chat.
After staring out of the window for a minute she heard her friend let out a single sigh of laughter.
"Another year then" Claire commented, smugly.
She mirrored her with her own sigh with a smile "Yeah."
"Laura, I don't get you!"
"Why?"
She shook her head while trying to not repeat her conversation from the last time. Although it would be suitable. "I dunno, you do the same thing every time." After another pause "You're not a child anymore, I don't know why you still do this!"
