"I don't want you to leave"

I looked at her and answered without overthinking it.

“Staying, if you’ll have me.”

Alice’s face changed immediately.

The guarded look from earlier disappeared. She walked straight over to me, climbed into my lap on the chair, and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her thick thighs straddled mine as she pressed her forehead against mine.

“I don’t want you to leave,” she said quietly, almost like she was admitting something she hadn’t planned to say out loud.

She kissed me — slow and deep this time. Not the frantic, horny kissing from earlier. This one felt softer. Needier.

When she pulled back, she stayed in my lap, playing with the back of my hair.

“I like having you here,” she admitted. “It’s been… really good. Better than I expected.”

We stayed like that for a while — her sitting on me, both of us just touching and kissing lazily. The Thai food containers were forgotten on the table. The only sounds were the occasional creak of the caravan and our breathing.

Eventually she stood up, took my hand, and pulled me toward the bed.

“Come on,” she said with a small smile. “Let’s get comfortable.”

She stripped off her sundress again (she really did prefer being naked when she could) and climbed under the covers. I followed, pulling off my clothes until I was naked too. She immediately curled into me, her big tits pressed against my chest, one thick thigh draped over mine.

We didn’t have sex right away.

We just lay there together in the quiet caravan, talking softly about nothing important while our hands wandered over each other’s bodies.

It felt dangerously close to something more than casual.