Go south

Your hand travels down, almost on its own accord, to his hips. You pull the bedroll down more. You look up to his face as you fiddle with the top of his pants. Should you go on?

He shows no signs of stirring. You gently rub your hand across his ass. You take one luscious globe into your hand and squeeze gently, carefully observing his face for a reaction. No reaction. What a deep sleeper, you think, grinning deviously to yourself. You pull away for a moment to remove your other gauntlet then return your hand to squeezing his firm back side. Your current squatting position is getting more and more uncomfortable as your pants are being pulled taunt by your growing erection.