Hands Under Her Blanket: Hot Soccer Mum Penelope

This audiobook is narrated by a digital voice.

I clicked my phone off and quickly sorted my sleep-t ready for bed. I got caught still pulling it on but was facing away from the tent flap. It was the overweight boy PJ. Of course they were all technically young men, but at only 19 and 20 years of age, I still called them boys.

PJ had seen me pulling my t-shirt down over my front and might have gotten a glimpse from the side. He was smirking so probably had done.

“Sorry Mrs G, didn’t mean to catch you.”

“That’s okay PJ, we just have to make do sharing a tent.”

He was getting changed for bed himself, stripping his shirt and down to his underwear. I tried not to look, busying myself straightening my bedding. My t-shirt was too short and I was showing my underwear as I crawled around anyway. PJ was having a look at me from behind and I didn’t challenge him doing that. I couldn’t help feeling turned on after the conversation with my husband.

I poked my head out the tent flap. “You boys need to turn in now. You’ve got the early game tomorrow, don’t forget.”

They all came in and were laughing and bantering as they stripped off and got into their sleeping bags.

Oh my god, what am I doing sleeping in a tent full of young men like this!