Playtime from Patrick's POV

(When Vicky is unaware, we see things through Patrick's eyes in 3rd person POV.)

Riding the Bus, Friday morning

Patrick breathes heavily next to his sleeping friend. Is this really happening? he wonders. He looks at her **** body and almost can’t believe what he sees. Her blue sundress hangs loosely off her chest as her head tilts away from him, exposing more cleavage than he’s sure she would ever intend to. Patrick times his own breathing to the rise and fall of the woman sleeping beside him, transfixed by her breasts on display.

His eyes travel lower, following her soft arms to glance at her hands, which lie peacefully on her lap. A few inches lower, he gazes at the bottoms of her thighs, pressed slightly together, and takes in her calves all way the way to her ankles until her flesh disappears into her hiking boots.

Patrick checks his phone. It’s 5:45 in the morning. He knows that Vicky only had at most a few hours of sleep last night, and the way she lightly snores with a drop of drool coming out of the side of her mouth suggests to him that she’s going to be out like a light for the next two hours.

He wants to be sure, though, and he practices his self-discipline. He opens up Discord on his phone and talks with people around the world who didn’t to get up quite so early as he did. It’s hard for him to focus, though, as he keeps one eye on Vicky. She never stirs.

6:00. He closes the social media app but leaves out his phone. Glancing around, he confirms that everyone else on the bus—except for the driver, who concentrates hard on the narrow roads—is asleep. Silencing his device, he snaps a picture. Then, he reaches out a quavering hand.

He gently brushes her arm. It could absolutely be an innocent, accidental touch. But it isn’t. And she doesn’t move. So he continues.

His fingers press more firmly against her arm, rubbing them intimately. Her skin is cool to the touch, smooth, and he can even feel the light hairs on her forearm as he runs his fingers down the length of her arm. She continues to sleep.

And so, he runs his fingers back up her arm, tracing her shoulder, and making his way to her neckline. He gently pads her chest, feeling its rise and fall as she breathes, unaware of his uninvited touch. His fingers descend, and finally, they touch her large, soft breast.

Patrick is instantly hard. His hand is frozen, his eyes locked onto hers. She doesn’t move, and eventually, he begins to massage her breast as she sleeps. Un-fucking-believable he thinks to himself, checking once again that no one is awake.

He pauses for a moment to lift the front of her dress and take a closer look.

While she gently snores, he takes in her full cleavage. Her breasts are gorgeous, and one lies against the other, pressing together in a clasp of flesh that Patrick’s cock aches to enjoy. With his free hand he can't help but reach in for a fistful of flesh and a pinch of nip.

Certain now that Vicky is not going to wake up, Patrick slides a dress strap off one shoulder, fully exposing her right breast. He lightly plays with her nipple, leaning forward and gently tickling it with his tongue. He places his hand underneath her breast, gently lifting to feel its weight and marveling at its perfect mixture of softness and firmness. Then he places his entire hand over her breast, gently squeezing as his cock strains against his khaki shorts.