IR - Running out of time

When you got to loser camp, you asked yourself how long this weekend was going to feel without your phone and without any real privacy for you and Ingrid.

Now it’s about to end, and you wish you had a little more time.

It’s late afternoon, the sun is up, and it’s a little too warm for this, but you and Ingrid are sticking close together anyway. There’s a bench by the lake that’s pretty far from everything else, but still in sight of the main beach. Because the busses will be coming soon to take everyone back to FUTA for the evening, no one is allowed to venture away from the camp.

You have your arm around her, and even if the day is a bit too hot and sticky, it’s quiet and peaceful, and you’re glad to spend some time with her. Even though her soft body is like a space heater, you still like to hold her.

She’s worried about something. The rumors that got to your team must have reached her too. You doubt that Ingrid wants to be a captain, but she’s probably worried about what it will do to Blue Team. You don’t know Adella well, but you have a hunch that she wants to stay captain. That could be tough, and Ingrid does not like conflict.

“You OK?” you ask, stroking her hair.

“I am worried.” Of course she is.

“Come here.” You touch her chin and turn her head for a kiss. She’s **** to being distracted this way. Everyone loves kissing, but Ingrid really loves it. She takes the bait and kisses you back. It doesn’t hurt that she’s a bit tense and sexually frustrated. The making out gets a little heavier, and then with just a cursory glance back toward camp, she changes position. Instead of sitting beside you, she’s almost in your lap, straddling your thigh to kiss you more passionately. She does this sometimes… gets so into it that she’s not paying much attention to the world around her.

As she gets turned on without realizing it, she doesn’t do anything as obvious as hump against your leg. Her hips move on their own, grinding her pubic region against you as she smothers you with kisses. You can just help her along a little. You hold her tight, matching her kisses and rubbing her back with one hand. Your other hand snakes into her shirt, pushing its way under her bra.

You can already feel the warmth between her legs. This firm rocking that she’s doing really will turn to humping, and then it’s going to be very obvious to anyone who looks what’s going on. On the one hand, you love it when this side of her comes out. On the other, you don’t want her to be embarrassed. You break the kiss.