Play With Her Breasts

"You masturbate, right?" You ask her, throwing her a curve ball she doesn't expect. As expected, it catches her off guard and her jaw drops a bit in surprise. She stammers a few syllables she she tries to formulate an answer. "That was rhetorical, Melody. I already know you do. Not need to get flustered about it."

Melody finally regains her footing. "Well, yeah. Of course. And I know you do too! That's not what flustered...I mean that's not the problem!" Her hands ball into fists to try and steady her shaking. "I know you are a shameless perv, but this is..."

"Relax, Red. It wasn't the request, it was just a question." You hold up a hand. Not that you wouldn't want to see that, obviously, but it most certainly crosses that aforementioned line. "I asked that because I want to lead into my actual request."

"Which is...?" Melody asks impatiently, trying to hide how **** she was feeling.

"When you are spending some...alone time, do you ever play with those sweet sweater puppies?" You cock your head to the side. Realization dawns on Melody and she purses her lips.

"Oh. I see. You want to see the twins get fondled a bit, huh?" You nod emphatically. "You really are obsessed with my knockers, aren't you?" She sighs. "I guess I can do that for you, since you will never get to touch them yourself. It's a little bit better than straight flickin' my bean in front of you, at least." After taking a deep breath, she lifts her arms and cups one of her beautiful breasts in each hand. Slowly, she starts squeezing the soft flesh, massaging herself with her finger tips. You sit at rapt attention and watch her intently. Your stare must be making her uncomfortable, though. "Do you really have to stare at me so hard, dude?" She asks, shifting her weight nervously.

"Take it as a compliment." You laugh. "I don't want to miss any of it."

"Gee. I feel so flattered." She rolls her eyes, sarcasm dripping from her voice. But she continues to fondle herself, getting a little rougher with her hands. As she does, you can see her start to become less stiff and more relaxed in her posture (although her nipples experience the opposite effect). You excitedly realize that she must be getting at least a little turned on; enough to break through the awkward barriers she had previously been hiding behind.

She pushes her breasts together, squishing them against one another. "How's this?" She asks. "I bet you are wondering how these would feel wrapped around your dick, aren't ya?" She gives you a sexy wink, obviously trying to swing the pendulum of embarrassment back your way.

"Try to turn the tables as much as you want." You smile back at her. "I'm not going to let you get the upper hand."

"I have no idea what you are talking about." She lies. "I'm just putting on a show like you asked." She bounces her breasts up and down with her hands. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"It is, although I think you are being a bit neglectful." You slyly lean forward a bit to close the gap between you. You reach out with a finger, bringing it dangerously close to one of her stiff nipples. You expect her to withdraw, but for whatever reason she doesn't. She does take in a long labored breath as you get closer to her. "Your nipples are hard enough to cut glass." You say, stopping short of making contact. "Don't you think they can use some attention? Or do they go unappreciated when you are pleasuring yourself?"

"You are getting awful bold." She says after letting out the breath she was holding. "You better keep those dirty hands to yourself. You're not allowed to touch."

"You didn't pull away." You point out as you lean back. She doesn't respond directly, but instead slides her hands down to the front of each boob and rubs the hard nub there with each index finger. Then she lightly pinches it between her finger and thumb, rolling it gently. She bites her lower lip, possibly to keep from moaning. "You seem pretty experienced at that. I guess that answers my question." You tease her with a cocky grin.

"Fuck...off." She says, trying to sound harsh, but instead it comes out breathy and even a little sensual. You can feel your pants tightening tremendously and you adjust how you are sitting so that your fast growing boner isn't too visible. You are suddenly aware of how dim it is getting in the tent. You reach over and turn on a battery-powered lantern sitting by some supplies, which lightens up the inside of the tent nicely. Melody takes notice of this. "It's getting dark." She says. The obvious statement is loaded with meaning.

"Sun's not all the way down yet." You fire back. "You still have a little time left."

"Fine. Might as well let you milk this for what it's worth. You're not going to get the opportunity to ever see this again." She gives you a smile that is half a tease and half a genuinely tender expression. "Enjoy the rest of the show."