ArcticAvenue
Randomly Pawing At Keys
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Her laughter, as unintentional as it was, was like music across his ears. It made the embarrassment of the muddy mess acceptable. No sooner did he get a chance to enjoy it but a mass of cloth and skirting was coming right at him until both landed fully in the stream.
Ben sat up immediately looking to her to see if she was safe. The laughter met him giving him calm, but not before the wave of worry flushed hard through his face. Sitting next to the laughing woman in the stream he reached for a bit of wet hair across her cheek and slide it to the side. “On the brighter side,” he laughed, “my pants will not be as muddy.”
He stood up in the stream that seemed to not be so deep here to cause great concern; but the very wet denim of his uniform pants were already feeling tight & surely pressing in around his pelvis where it hung the heaviest. Still, he was less worried about himself as he was for Grace. He reached for her and helped her to her feet.
As she rose, he became immediately aware of the state of her dress. No longer did it billow and enhance. Now it lay tight to her form, and presented much of the shape of the girl that lay underneath. There still remained layers between his eyes and her skin, but his imagination finally had what it needed to fill in what he could.
“Ah,” he studdard. “Yes, a fine … fine mess.” His gaze didn’t leave her body, specifically the roundness of her breasts pressed up against her top. “We should … find a place to dry … or return.” There was no doubt he was staring at her body, but it only took too long for him to realize it.
With a cough, he looked away sheepishly and wiped the water on his face. “Usually, I swim in less than this up north. But we should get your clothes dry.”
Ben sat up immediately looking to her to see if she was safe. The laughter met him giving him calm, but not before the wave of worry flushed hard through his face. Sitting next to the laughing woman in the stream he reached for a bit of wet hair across her cheek and slide it to the side. “On the brighter side,” he laughed, “my pants will not be as muddy.”
He stood up in the stream that seemed to not be so deep here to cause great concern; but the very wet denim of his uniform pants were already feeling tight & surely pressing in around his pelvis where it hung the heaviest. Still, he was less worried about himself as he was for Grace. He reached for her and helped her to her feet.
As she rose, he became immediately aware of the state of her dress. No longer did it billow and enhance. Now it lay tight to her form, and presented much of the shape of the girl that lay underneath. There still remained layers between his eyes and her skin, but his imagination finally had what it needed to fill in what he could.
“Ah,” he studdard. “Yes, a fine … fine mess.” His gaze didn’t leave her body, specifically the roundness of her breasts pressed up against her top. “We should … find a place to dry … or return.” There was no doubt he was staring at her body, but it only took too long for him to realize it.
With a cough, he looked away sheepishly and wiped the water on his face. “Usually, I swim in less than this up north. But we should get your clothes dry.”