It's the 4th of July in DC. We're picnicking on the Virginia shoreline waiting for nightfall and the fireworks to start. I'm wearing a pair of running shorts and a tank top and you're simply in a sundress and panties. As we lounge on the grass your hem keeps riding up your long legs and I have to constantly avert my eyes so I won't get too turned on.
You ask my why I seem so preoccupied with everything but you. I respond that you are all I'm thinking of but I must look elsewhere so that my hard-on doesn't get to obvious. You smile and say that now you understand.