Camping

July 11

You aren't even here yet, and yet…

It's late. Quiet hours have long since begun, and the campfire has died down to embers. The evening was spent alternating between companionable silence and chatter about whatever random things came to mind…

“Welp, probably ought to call it. I'm gonna take a shower before I go to bed.”

“Sounds like a good idea. I'll walk over there with you.”

A few minutes later, after gathering our things, we find our way to the shower house.

“Oooh, look! Private showers!”

“Oh, those are always nice. Wanna check one out?”

“I mean, that's why we're here, isn't it?” But then I notice your grin, and I swear I can just see the very tips of those horns that I'm never quite sure whether I'm imagining or not sticking out a bit from under your hair… “Oh. Oooooh…”

We glance around to make sure no one is there to see, not that many people would be up at this ungodly hour, before ducking through the same door.

“Oh, this is nice. Big. Clean!”

And as we bare ourselves to each other, I gaze at you in awe under the too-bright light and wonder for the millionth time… what did I do to deserve this beauty standing before me?

We take turns, making sure to push the button again before the water stops.

Standing behind you, I gently massage shampoo into your long, beautiful hair, before helping you rinse it out, the locks wet and heavy against your back. Soaping up a loofah, I work my way across your shoulders, down your arms, your back… taking care that only the loofah, and not my eager hands, touches that amazing skin…

As I start working my way down to your beautiful bottom, you say “Mm-mm” before turning around and pointing to your chest. Not one to argue, I gently press the loofah against your sternum, then draw it down to your belly, before working back up, lightly working all the skin of your belly, below and around your perfect breasts, your arms again.

Once satisfied with your cleanliness, you hold out your hand. “My turn.” After handing the loofah over, you tell me to turn around. As I move to do as instructed, I see you reach down to clean yourself from the waist down. “I said turn around, mister!” Sighing, I face away completely.

A moment later, I feel the loofah against my shoulders. Following the pattern I laid out earlier, you wash my back, my arms… but where you made me stop, you continue on, and I feel the loofah against my butt, the backs of my legs, inside my thighs.

“Turn around” you command, and once again I obey. Crouched, you wash the tops of my feet, the front of my legs, pointedly ignoring the excitement plainly displayed just before you. Finally, you stand back up to wash my belly, my chest, my shoulders. Your face is serious, but I can see the hints of an impish grin at the corners of your mouth as you look me in the eyes and hand me the loofah back.

“You can wash… ahem… that“ you say, very nearly breaking character as your lips turn up just a tad more, and you point one finger down.

As you start drying off, I do as instructed, finally letting the water turn itself off after rinsing away the soap. Seeing the look of disappointment in my eyes as you start to dress, you finally let the grin out and tell me “Don't worry, babe. There's still a little night left…”

“Hm.” I mumble as I towel off and put on my own clothes.

Gathering our things, you poke your head out the door. “Okay, coast is clear, let's go!” But as we step out the door together, hand in hand, someone steps around the corner and spots us. I just catch them rolling their eyes and shaking their head before you pull me the other way, giggling. “Oooops!” I whisper, and then we're back in the darkness.

And as we walk back to our camper, downsized now that it's just the two of us, I'm certain I spot those little devil horns in the moonlight before you look over to me and wink. Stopping in your tracks, you pull me in and kiss me, your tongue tasting mine for only a moment before you pull back away.

“Couldn't help myself,” you say, “but if you want any more of that, we'd better get back to the camper!”

And so we do.

~ The End ~

Love, I wonder what you would think if I told you that these thoughts, they come to me fully formed, but completely unbidden. I'm not, you know… trying to be this way. There's just something about thinking about you… something about the way you chase through my brain, make my heart beat a mile a minute…

I'm not sure, but I think… I think maybe it's because I am absolutely bonkers in love with you, combined with the fact that you are just absurdly hot. Hot as hot can be. The surface of the sun has nothing on you, honey.

Well. I guess I sure do hope you enjoy that I think these things about you. ‘Cause I'm really not sure that it's ever gonna stop…

Anyhow.

Goodnight, my sweet love. You should know that I am never not in absolute awe of you. That I stand there sometimes watching you talk, and all I can even think is… my god… how are you so perfectly beautiful? How is your voice so astonishingly sweet? How do you have me hanging on each and every word, every single time? How are you so amazing? How did I manage to even get you into my life? How come nobody ever told me that love could feel like this?

sigh

Yeah.

Love you, babe.

Yours.

PS — Just… for the record… bad jokes aside, you know I knew your name before we really even met… right? I mean… This may have been a slow burn, but the match was struck the moment I first saw you……………