"I can't pick you up tomorrow baby." Sheila heard John say over the crackly long distance phone line as she stood in the phone booth out of the chilly rain.
"Why not?" she said as a shocked shiver surged through her. How was she going to get home? She had to get home a pack for college, which she needed to be at in just a few days.
"My mom needs the car, she won't let me use it."
"Well then I'm stuck here. That's just like you to not ask your mom ahead of time. I'm so sick of you being so irresponsible!" Tears were starting to flood her eyes as she slammed down the phone and stormed out of the booth.
Sheila had spent the summer working at a campground in the middle of nowhere. The only traffic through the area was tourists and the occasional trucker. The tourist season had come to a halt as summer transitioned into autumn.
She walked with fury back to her cabin, passing the campground office where Don was working. He watched the rain sting her steaming body. She was wearing cutoffs and a white tank top and the rain had made them stick to her body. He could see her light pink bra clearly through her top and her hard nipples nudging at both. He had longed for her all summer, but he knew she had a boyfriend back home that she called and wrote to all the time. Tomorrow they both would be leaving. If he wanted to tell her how he felt, he would have to do it today.
It had been such a slow day. Only one family had come in asking for directions to the nearest gas station. Don spent his time thinking about Sheila. He imagined what was underneath her pink bra. He pictured little pink nipples perched on her firm breasts. He imagined what she was doing in her cabin all by herself. She could be gently touching herself under her shorts and moaning quietly or maybe kneeling stark naked on her bunk rubbing her tits with one hand and fingering herself with the other. Don found himself tenting firmly in his jeans. He looked around to see if anyone was coming and then he stroked himself through his pants. He did this for some time quite contently, but his cock eventually needed more attention, so he brought it out...no longer really caring if anyone came by...the desk was hiding him anyway. He encircled it with his hand and grippingly jacked off. He daydreamed about crawling on top of Sheila on her cot and licking, sucking and kissing her tiny nipples and then entering her wet pussy and slowly fucking her.
He told himself he would pass the day away doing this and he did until the bell on the door chimed and his eyes shot open. He tried to appear as if he had been innocently straightening pamphlets. Sheila closed the door behind her and walked toward Don.
"I need to talk to someone, you doing anything?"
'Sort of!' thought Don, but he said, "No. What's up?"
