Good things come to those who wait

I was lying face-to-face with Charissa, trying to decide what to do. I relished my memory of the one time I'd had a chance to explore her firm D-cups. And here they were again, straining against her tank top as she breathed slowly and deeply through her nose.

I was transfixed. I could almost see her nipples, which hid an inch beyond her hemline. Her peaceful face, her soft skin, and the regularity of her breathing were hypnotizing. I smiled, remembering our epic day. A hands-on game of Twister, Charissa sitting on "Santa's lap" and giving me a big kiss while pretending to get married. Close contact in the kiddie pool and then accidentally showing Charissa my erect penis while she was barely clothed herself. Glimpsing her naked as she got into the shower. And, of course, ruining multiple orgasms as she desperately tried to rub one out and even getting another flash of her frantic naked form. And just now, I'd seen her change her clothes and then had one of the most intimate conversations of our relationship. I couldn't believe all this was happening, though I reminded myself that these were definitely not all accidents. We were both playing along, but we were also both pushing ahead. And my mind started to swirl with what might come next.

And then, as I would later be surprised to realize, I fell asleep! The combination of the huge day and the visions of milky tits flashing before my eyes and the rhythmic rising and falling of those beautiful globes put me under.

But oh my God ... when I came to, gently slipping out of sleep and remembering where I was, I figured out what had roused me from slumber. I was lying on my back, though my head was tilted toward Charissa, and I could see, through the night air as clear as day: Charissa was masturbating right next to me.

She still hadn't crawled into her sleeping bag--it was much too hot--so and she lay on her back with her right hand tucked under her shorts. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was biting her lower lip as her left hand, only inches from my right arm, was massaging her tits through her shirt.

Holy fuck, I thought to myself. I knew she'd been trying to cum all day, and she couldn't hold it in anymore.

I was absolutely engrossed watching her rub herself back and forth, not quite able to peek underneath her shorts but still able to imagine her fingers swirling through her bush. Her hips pushed into her hand, lifting her ass a few inches off the sleeping bag, and her mouth opened in anticipation of orgasm.

So, I stretched my arms above my head, brushing her arm in the process, yawned, and rolled over onto my side.

I pretended to be asleep through this little adjustment, but it had the desired effect. Charissa instantly stopped masturbating and froze completely still. Her hand quietly slipped out of her shorts, and I swear I could hear her whimper. Jesus Christ was she horny...

I remained alert and awake, waiting to see if I'd get another show. But Charissa turned over again, her back to me, and her hands seemed to stay unbusied. I ran my eyes down her long brown hair and up her long pale legs and mostly stared at her plump and juicy ass. Eventually, her breathing became regular and rhythmic again, and I felt pretty sure that she was asleep.

Now, Charissa wasn't the only one with a raging libido, and my cock was dripping just from looking at her ass. As usual, when my brain gives way to my dick, I made a move that felt good even if it wasn't the brightest idea I'd had.

I scooted an inch closer to her sleeping form. No movement.

Another inch. Still nothing.

So I pushed myself into her body, resting my head on her pillow above her head and wrapping an arm around her belly. I kept my cock under control as I slid my knees up to match the bend of Charissa's legs; and there I lay, spooning with the babysitter and breathing in her intoxicating aroma.

I was in heaven, contacting her with my legs, my arms, my head... And it was in just this way that I, too, fell peacefully fast asleep.