IR Day 3 - You don't want Ana's help

Of course you want to be alone with Ingrid.

"I'll take good care of her," you promise Ana.

You go with her to the infirmary and walk Ingrid to the dining hall. She still seems a little faint, but she is an athlete, her body is strong, and she is OK.

You eat together, but she does not have much appetite. You feel the same way because of the heat, even after how hard you trained. If every day is like this camp will be very tough...

Ingrid seems to be a little shy with you, but she does not mind you being next to her.

After dinner, you go with her back to the cabin. The other girls are busy getting their stuff together to go on the overnight trip. Most of them are not happy about it. You are grateful that you can stay in the air conditioned cabin instead of a tent... but it would be fun to be with the other girls that way.

You want to fantasize about being alone with Ingrid in a hot tent, but... having a big boner in the cabin with all the girls walking around is a bad idea. Ingrid sits on her bed and chats with the girls that stop to check with her.

"Make her drink water," Viti tells you. Viti is definitely the cabin's mom...

They leave, and you and Ingrid are alone. You never got your shower, so you go and do that. Normally you would jerk off, but you have to stop being so horny. You have to be a gentlewoman with Ingrid!

You put on a towel and go back out to find her weakly struggling with her shirt. She poor girl is all out of energy. Heat exhaustion is rough...

"Do you want help?"

"Yes."

You help her take it off, and she lies down with her bare breasts right in front of you. So much for not being so horny. They are magnificent. You just want to touch them, but you go and get her some water. She drinks it, but something is wrong.

"What's bothering you?" you ask, sitting on the bed. She is stressing. You can tell when it's happening now. She is trying really hard not to let her hand go between her legs to relieve the tension.

"I cannot train," she says.

"You'll feel better tomorrow."

"What if I do not?"

"A day or two will not make a difference," you promise.

She is not convinced.

"Let me help you. I'll take you to the shower, and then I'll leave. You can take care of it yourself. I won't bother you. I promise," you say.

You can tell she doesn't want to move.

"OK. I'll go back in there, and you'll have privacy. OK?" You start to get up, but she stops you.

She is looking at your shorts, where there is an obvious tent.

"Is it because of me?" she asks.

"Yes." You have to tell the truth.

"Do you want to touch?" She's blushing. This is not stress, she is turned on! Last night made her uncomfortable, but she did enjoy it. Does she want your fingers again?

"Yes. Of course I want to touch you."

"It's OK," she says.

You are very hard now, and nervous. You literally dreamed of this. You sit back down on the bed and your hands shake as you reach for her breasts.

She sighs as you take them in your hands and feel all over them. They are like heavy pillows, and her nipples are fat and hard against your palms. You squeeze, and she moans.

Ingrid is sensitive. Every little touch to her breasts makes her react.

Wet sounds make you realize her hand is already between her legs. She doesn't want your fingers there, she wants them here, on her chest.

You keep massaging her, and she blushes harder. Her eyes are closed and she is lost in the pleasure.

You concentrate on her nipples, rubbing, then gently giving small twists and tugs. That makes her cry out, and you feel her body shake.

You take a chance and use your mouth, swirling your tongue all over her nipple and sucking as you squeeze the other breast. The tension shooting through her body tells you when she cums.

You stop, but she does not. It sounds like she has her fingers inside herself, thrusting.

She opens her eyes.

"Do you," she breathes.

"Are you sure?" you ask.

"Yes." Her eyes are on your cock, which is poking out from your towel.

Even more excited, you get up and take off your towel, revealing your nude body to her. You crawl onto the bed and straddle her chest to situate your drooling cock between her sweaty breasts.

The sounds her hand makes between her legs get louder, and she can't take her eyes off your cock. You pinch her nipples, then use them to lift her breasts. She cries out, then chokes when you let go, and they fall back. You push them together around your cock, which pulses with need.

You move your hips, swirling your thumbs on her nipples as you keep her breasts pressed in on you. Her sweat and your precum is more than enough lubrication. In no time, your hips are moving urgently, and the tightness builds between your legs. Ingrid goes into her third orgasm just moments before your cock spills a river of slippery cum all over her chest and throat, and keeps going, like a hose that you have forgotten to turn off.

When you finally finish and open your eyes, you see the mess you have made... and that Ingrid has... gone to sleep? That was a lot of excitement for someone who was supposed to be resting...

She is sleeping peacefully. You feel like you just gave blood; you are as weak as Ingrid, but you get a wet towel to clean her up. She went to sleep with her hand still in her shorts...

You take off her shorts and soaked underwear, and put a clean pair on her, then tuck her into her bed. You wonder if she will remember any of this. You hope so, because she definitely enjoyed it.

You go to bed feeling good.