They were both at a fever pitch. A full week of sending each other increasingly sexual selfies had made them both wound up beyond belief, and it was no wonder things exploded like they did.
The pictures had started innocently enough - a picture at the beach, then a picture in a swimsuit, then a picture with the swimsuit half undone... finally everything but naked, with the naughty bits covered ever-so-tastefully (and barely) by a strategically placed hand. The curve of a breast, the base of a hard cock, a plump rear - all carefully and intentionally designed to drive the other into ever-higher fits of arousal.
For her, seeing his body on display and his obvious arousal had her hand straying to her breasts, caressing her stomach with soft lines trailing down towards her sex, and a gush of arousal. Imaging his hands squeezing and caressing her body had her squirming in her seat and cursing him under her breath.
For him, the constant hints of what lay beneath her clothes had his prick hard, and constantly. A persistent mess of pre-cum leaked from him, as his cock anticipated the work it had yet to do. His hand often strayed down below as well, rubbing himself through his clothes and closing his eyes and moaning her name softly to himself.
Finally, after far too long apart, an opportunity arose. She had a few short hours with no obligations; he had the same. Both immediately knew how they - and the other - would want to use this time.
"Can you pick me up?" she texted him. "I've got a bit of time and I want to see you. β€οΈ"
He swallowed before responding. "Of course.. be there as soon as I can π" he sent back, his prick already straining in his pants at the idea of seeing her again. He showered, changed, and was on the road within 15 minutes. A few times on the way there, he had to consciously slow down to avoid a ticket; he had to shake his head to clear his mind of the distraction of what he hoped awaited him there.
On his way into town, he sent her a quick message: "almost here, should I wait outside?"
He was surprised when he saw her response: "everyone is out rn, park and come to the door π". What did she have planned? His hopes got higher with every block he drove.
Pulling up, he checked his hair in the mirror (not great, but it would do) and adjusted himself. Nearly skipping up the walk to the cabin she was renting, he rapped on the door and was looking around for the family members she was staying with, when the door opened and there she was.
His breath caught in his throat when he looked at her: she had thrown open the door, and stood there in only an unbuttoned shirt, lacey panties, and a glowing smile. Her firm breasts peeked out, half covered beneath the shirt; her arm rested on the door frame and she smirked at him, only the one foot behind the other betraying her shyness.