I'm up, I'm up!

My eyes fluttered open, as the most surreal sensation of being married again eddied through my body. I was still snuggling with Charissa, and I realized I was holding her exactly the way I used to hold my ex. This was a mixture of lovely and weird, and to be perfectly honest, I didn't think I could process that dynamic right now. Setting my ex out of my mind, I focused on what was at hand...

I grew. And then I grew some more. I was much too close to Charissa to adjust myself, and I felt my cock creep out of my shorts. I was perfectly positioned such that my penis pressed against her ass and the back of her thighs, and I wondered what she would do if she came to with my hard-on wriggling between her legs.

Well, I didn't have to wait long... Though Charissa's breath remained perfectly steady, I felt the unmistakable pressure of her ass as it pushed back against my cock. I was perfectly still, but Charissa wasn't. She was slowly and sensuously grinding me. Maybe she was having a very vivid and stirring dream, or maybe she was faking sleep in order to squeeze out a good feel. Either way, I was perfectly happy to enjoy the ride!

The grinding got more intense, and she moved her right leg forward so my cock could rest on her left while pressing against the right. When she adjusted her right leg again, my penis ended up firmly snuggled between her thighs.

This was glorious! A handful of boob and soft, athletic flesh massaging my member. It had been far too long since I'd masturbated, and I was not going to be able to take too much of this. I wanted to keep going. I ached and yearned and longed to keep going. But I seriously did not want to cum on the babysitter under these intimate circumstances. So, with a heavy heart, I pretended to stir.

I yawned, removing my hand from her breast and stretching it above my head. I turned over, quickly tucking myself into my shorts and rolling onto my back. I kept my face toward Charissa, and I heard her sit up. I peeked ever-so-slightly through my nearly-shut eyelids and watched her look at me for what felt like a long time. I feigned sleep, and she seemed to be at peace with the assumption that I hadn't caught her grinding my cock into her ass.

To my surprise, Charissa slid out of the tent, and I heard her go inside. The sun was just coming up, and I exited the tent myself a few minutes later. I peeked into her bedroom window and saw her changing into her running clothes. Aha, trying to get out some pent-up energy, I thought to myself. A few minutes later, I heard the front door open and close. As I looked around the side of the house, I saw her take off.

"Have fun, Charissa," I said quietly with a satisfied smile.