I looked out the window silently as Stewarts beat up old pick up truck bumped noisily down the rough dirt road. We were on our way to my camp, where I had forgotten my mom's generator last weekend. Stewart had been the only person who had been available to take me on the hour and a half trip back to the camp today, or otherwise I would have gotten a drive with someone else. I didn't quite know how to explain it, but there had been a certain tension between us lately, and I was pretty sure he could feel it too whenever we were around each other.
I squirmed a little in my seat, causing my jeans to rub slightly against my already erect clit. It didn't help that I was extremely horny today either, and my fingers kept twitching because I wanted to rub myself so bad.
I glanced over at Stewart, who seemed to be concentrating completely on driving. At the moment, I doubted, he'd notice if I opened the truck door and rolled out, much less have a little fun. Gently, I let my thumb brush against the right side of my breast, and continued looking out the window. To my surprise, I noticed it had started raining outside.
For a few minutes, I listened to the raindrops come heavier and faster, until they almost sounded violent as they pelted the truck outside. I kept rubbing my thumb in circles on the side of my breast, feeling the blush that came to my cheeks every time I became excited.
All of a sudden, the truck slowed down drastically, sputtered and stopped completely. I blinked in surprise and looked over at Stewart questioningly.
He was quiet for a few seconds, then blushed and said we were out of gas. I rolled my eyes and groaned; the rain was pelting outside and the nearest gas station was 5 miles back.
"I can't believe you didn't fill it before we left!" I said with a shake of my head. "Well, I'm not going out there to get gas, and I'm pretty sure you don't want to go out there either, so I guess we'll just have to wait it out for awhile." I unbuckled my seat belt, and stretched my legs and a few seconds later he did the same with a long yawn.
"I think I'll take a nap till the rain stops," he yawned again.
"Some company you are," I said with a laugh as he stretched out, slouched in his seat and shut his eyes with a grin.
"Yep, that's me," he said. "Always a conversationalist."
I shut my eyes too, deciding I might as well take a nap too, but I just couldn't fall asleep. I was way too horny to bother with naptime, and I mentally sighed as I opened my eyes to see it was raining out just as hard as ever.
I looked over at Stewart, peacefully sleeping already and let my eyes wander hungrily over him. He looked solemn in a way, but dead sexy. I smiled slyly as I checked him out, since this was the only time I had ever been able to do so without being noticed. He had scruffy, honey blond hair that I was fond of messing up, and beautiful dark brown eyes that were the color of melted chocolate, and just as sweet. His nose was long and had a cute way of turning red when he was embarrassed, which always made me grin. His lips-what I wouldn’t have done to kiss those lips! - were full and perfectly sculpted, and were at the moment, slightly parted. He had a small triangular tuft of scruff he called a beard, which was an odd mix of blond and black.
I let my eyes wander back up to his lips, and wondered what they tasted like. Gently, hesitantly, I reached up and touched his lips softly with a shaky hand. They were warm and incredibly soft.
Shivering now with the boldness of what I was about to do, I brought my hand away from his face, leaned over quietly, and kissed him. I felt the heat rush to my face as I reveled in the intoxicating touch and taste of his mouth, then quickly pulled away. Did I just see an eyelid flicker?
I watched him for a minute, then after feeling sure he was asleep, smacked myself in the head. What had I been thinking? What a stupid thing to do! How would I have explained that little scenario to him if he had woken up?
