It was quite a few years ago now, I remember sitting next to her on a couch outdoors. We sat here reminiscing our childhood where we had spent a lot of time growing up. While growing up we had discussed being "boyfriend girlfriend" and other childing relationship discussions on and off over a few years but there was never anything of substance.

While we chatted, things seemed to linger a bit more on certain times, like when she caught me from a distance attempting to use an angle to look down her top, or a failed attempt at hiding glances at a bra or panties that were drying with other washing that I knew would be hers, that I didn't even know she had noticed my perverted glances.

Recently I had worked in a remote location for a few years in isolation and had not had anything to do with her, during this time she had met a guy and prepared to settle down. As we talked it soon became extremely clear that while we had both progressed with our lives, and there had never truly been anything of substance between us, there was an incredible longing and lack of closure.

Her partner was actually there that night, wandering around talking with some of the other guests around the camp fire.

As the night progressed, it was clear that there was some tension and things we wished to clarify/discuss from the previous year's where so many unkown feelings had been left ununannounced.

With the occasional proximity of her partner, we progressed to typing out messages on phones to ask and answer questions to each other, only have to read and type and thus not talking out loud. I'm not certain how the other guests could not tell that there was something clearly going on as our attention was squarly on each other.

Questions progressed to " have you ever touched yourself to the thought of me" being answered in affirmations and immediately reversed to get the corresponding answer.

At this stage I had slipped my arm over her shoulder in a friendly way, the couch had a high back and it was more comfortable, guests had spread out, around various fires and it was quite dark having only fire as a light source.

Questions arose such as "what are you wearing underneath" with the reply, beneath my jacket and top I have a black lace bra" and beneath my spandex im wearing the matching panties" hearing this my heart was pounding within my chest and I remember being so sexually charged i was sweating and my cock was throbbing. This was something that didn't go unnoticed, she brushed her hand over it to confirm her suspicion before amtyping a message asking me directly if that's what she saw before deleting the text and waiting for my own typed response.

With my arm around her shoulder I was gently squeezing her shoulder gently through her jacket, unable to do anything more but wishing to show my engagement somehow. The messages continued to amplify the tension and lust that was clearly apparent, at this stage her partner was acutely aware that there was something occurring but not once did he say anything to either of us as he didn't know me well and knew we had a history of friendship.

She took her arm out of her jacket sleeve and while adjusting made sure to once again brush my throbbing lock through my jeans, smirking and then resting her hand on my thigh beneath her jacket, where it was unlikely to be noticed.

Her partner had taken up drinking now and chatting to some other guests, likely some other girls to potentially catch his partners attention, but to no real avail. But regardless his attention has been shifted.

The next question came typed from me, i had drummed up some courage, i had decided that I wished to shoot my shot or forever hold my peace having whatever closure I had received.

This came in the form of " if i could discretly touch you intimately between your legs, would you stop me"

The shortly thought response was, if you slip your arm down my back, I'm sure I can somewhat sit on your hands, and you will be able to touch me through my spandex pants.

Pt 2 to come if people found this worth reading.

I'm enjoying placing these thoughts into words, and reinforcing the surrealism of that night.