Linda

I could hear the sounds of somebody slipping through the entrance to my tent, then carefully closing the flap. Once the opening was sealed again, and no one could see in, I sensed my visitor turning in darkness to face me.

"John, are you awake?" It was Linda! My heart started to beat faster as the possibilities inherent in Linda's surreptitious entry rushed through my mind.

"Linda?" I said. "I'm awake. What's up?"

"Are you trying to get to sleep?" she asked.

"No, it's OK."

"If you want to get some sleep, I don't mind." It seemed as if Linda was trying to avoid saying (or doing?) whatever she had come here to say. I sat up and reached out to put my hand on her shoulder. But in the dark, I felt my fingers brush against what could only be her breast! Linda flinched away as I drew back my hand in embarassment.

"Oh, jeez, Linda" I said. "Sorry, I couldn't see where you were..." The words tumbled out on instinct, but the thoughts that were screaming in my head were "She's not wearing a top!" I had definitely felt nude female flesh under my fingers.

"Oh my god!" she said, "I'm so embarrassed!"