2025 Election day

Hey guys — so, did your chosen party win? 😄
Honestly, voting day turned out to be way more memorable than I expected and not because of the election itself.

Xav had a few surprises up his sleeve, some planned, some maybe not, which made the whole evening kind of thrilling in an unexpected way.

We headed out to vote around 6:30 PM, waiting for my brother to join us. I didn’t wear anything too out there, just a basic tee and my usual fbts. (There was plan with a reader about trying something bolder, but I chickened out at the last minute.) After voting, I met up with Xav at his place for dinner which I’d promised his mom I’d join.

But the real adventure began after dinner.

Xav casually asked if I wanted to go for a walk. Normally I’d pass, but the look he gave me, all smug and teasing, made me curious. So I said yes.

Instead of our usual park route, he led me somewhere quieter, a tucked-away spot we rarely visited. It was a bit of a walk, but when we got there, something about the air felt different. Maybe it was just being somewhere unfamiliar, or maybe it was the way he kept glancing at me, like he had something naughty in mind.

We walked deep in until we found a little corner near a hut and stopped to enjoy the view. I was snapping a shoot, when he turned and pulled me close. I thought he was going to tease me, maybe a light pat on the butt like he sometimes does when we’re playful. But this time, his hands lingered and went straight into my shorts.

Then came the wandering hands, fingertips trailing just under the hem of my shorts. I bit my lip, trying to keep composed, but the thrill of being out there, in public, just slightly hidden from view, was sending a pulse through me.

He pressed himself against me. I swear I could feel everything, how hard he was, how much he wanted me. And when he guided my hand to touch him through his shorts, my breath caught. This wasn’t like him. Not out here. But maybe that’s what made it so irresistible.

We kissed slow, heated, deep. His hand slipped under my sports bra, and I gasped as his fingers found my nipple, teasing gently.

The other hand ventured lower, smoothing over my inner thigh, teasing the edge of my thong until I could hardly think.

I think I was too stimulated so when he tugged gently at the waistband of my shorts, I didn’t resist.

The moment my FBTs shorts slid down to my knees, a cool breeze kissed my thighs and the contrast against the heat building inside me sent a shiver down my spine. I was acutely aware of how exposed I was. Just my sports bra, and the thong barely clinging on. And Xav’s hands? Everywhere.

He pushed me gently back against one of the wooden beams of the hut, his lips never leaving mine. One hand stayed cupped over my breast, thumb teasing circles over the fabric before slipping underneath and making skin contact. The other hand, bold and relentless, slid beneath my thong, fingers spreading me open with quiet confidence.

I gasped, biting into his shoulder as he worked me slowly, deliberately. His fingers moving with just the right pressure. I tried to stay quiet, but every now and then a soft moan escaped my throat. The danger of being outside only made it harder to stay still and it mades everything ten times more intense.

My legs trembled in no time. I grabbed onto his arm for support, feeling the climax build far too fast. His touch never slowed, in fact, the moment he realized how close I was, he pushed just a bit deeper, a bit firmer and my hips bucked instinctively.

I came harder than I expected, my body jerking against him, legs trembling as I clung to his shirt. I half-sank to the bench beside the hut, breathless and flushed, still in disbelief that this was actually happening out here.

But he wasn’t done. He tugged my thong to the side, casually, like it was just another layer in his way. Then he pulled down his shorts just enough and without a word, slid himself inside me.

It was quick, heated, messy. A real quickie, our bodies pressed close in the shadows, his hips moving urgently against mine. My sports bra had already been pushed up, my nipples fully exposed to the air and his mouth didn’t miss a chance to tease them with each thrust. The thought that anyone could have walked by at any moment made it all the more thrilling. I was completely exposed my chest bare, my thong askew, him deep inside me, moving like he couldn’t stop if he tried. It was raw and reckless and so unlike us.

But he didn’t last long, and honestly, I didn’t expect him to.

Between the risk, the heat of my body, and the way I clung to him in that moment, it only took a few deep, urgent thrusts before I felt him tense up against me. He buried his face into my shoulder, groaning low as he pulled out suddenly and with one tight grip on my hips, he came.

Warmth splattered across the curve of my butt, some of it streaking down, dangerously close to my other entrance. I gasped at the sensation, the contrast of cool air and thick heat dripping down the curve of me. I glanced back, wide-eyed and breathless, half-shocked by just how messy he’d gotten me.

Still flushed and panting, I tried to clean up, but Xav stopped me with a hand on my lower back.
Before I could ask, he ran his fingers down along the trail he’d just left, slow and teasing. His fingers reached between my legs again, slick from before. I felt myself throb from the sudden attention and then, with surprising control, he lifted one of my legs up onto the bench beside us.

I moaned softly, more from the boldness than the stretch, my entire lower body was practically open for him now, one leg up, one down and my thong somewhere useless in the middle. I was still sensitive from the first orgasm, and he knew that.

His fingers slid inside of me again, this time with more rhythm and purpose. My body responded fast, too fast, already teetering on the edge again. I tried to stay quiet but the wet sounds, the pace of his fingers, the angle he had me in? It was impossible.

I clutched the bench for support as the pressure inside built up again. Every movement of his wrist, every brush of his palm against that sweet spot, made my head spin. And then I came again.

My legs was shaking, breath stuttering as my body clenched around his fingers as waves of pleasure rolled through me. When it finally passed, I collapsed onto him, half-laughing, half-gasping, completely wrecked.

I thought I could rest on him a while but reality caught up with us. Along with the faint rustle of leaves and distant hum of someone cycling nearby. We both froze for a second, our bodies still tangled, our breath shallow. I quickly adjusted my sports bra and pulled up my FBTs, feeling the damp fabric cling to my skin.

Xav gave me one last playful squeeze on the butt before we started walking back.

As we were walking back, still breathless and grinning, he casually dropped that he’d been there two days earlier. Alone. I gave him a look and he just smirked and said he’d come to "racky."

That little smirk of his? It said everything. He’d planned the whole thing, the route, the spot, the timing. I didn’t know whether to laugh, roll my eyes, or kiss him again. Maybe all three.

My legs were sore, my head was spinning, and I felt absolutely wrecked, but in the best way possible. And honestly? I wouldn’t change a thing.