Keep staring at her tits while I wait for Tim?

I kept looking at her tits. I made sure my head was facing mostly straight ahead in case she suddenly looked over, but my eyes looked to the side through my sunglasses, so I could just stare. I loved the look of her tanned and freckled skin. There were ever-so-slight wrinkles at the top of her cleavage that I found super sexy. I wished she would adjust her top again and move slightly so I could see her titties jiggle. I just wanted to reach over and grab her boobs and squeeze them and feel her nipples underneath her swimsuit.

Tim came back out then, and I turned to look at him, adjusting myself in my seat slightly to hide my hard on. Rochelle looked over too.

"What are you boys going to get up to now?"

If she only knew how much I was already up!

Tim told her we'd probably just hang out and relax.

Later in the day, Rochelle made us a nice supper of barbequed steaks and veggies and we sat with her to eat. It cooled off slightly, and Rochelle was back in her shorts and shirt. Tim and I spent some time down by the water chatting about stuff (mostly girls we wanted to fuck). We spent the evening inside doing some more reading.

We watched a video of some comedians Tim taped off TV while Rochelle cleaned up the dishes from the day. Diane and Jenny returned around 8pm, and by 11 we are all in bed. Tim and I stayed up a while with a small lamp on looking at some Playboy magazines he'd brought with him. This did nothing to calm my urges from the day. One of the bunnies had huge juggs, and my mind drifted to Rochelle, imagining if hers looked like that.

I lay there a long time, debating whether or not I should go to the bathroom to jerk off, before I finally fell asleep.

I woke up and looked at the clock: 8:27am. Tim was still asleep. I could hear that someone was already up and was out in the main part of the cottage.