Rescue her

You have to do something. You can only imagine the kind of treatment that Ingrid will get if the other girls see her doing this.

You jump down from your bed and go over to her. You pull up her sheet to cover her and gently wake her up.

She looks surprised.

"Are you OK?" you ask in case anyone's watching.

But Ingrid's hand is still down there. Her body has gotten tense like she's nervous. It looks like she realizes what just happened. Her face gets bright red.

She takes her hand out of her panties and pulls the sheet up, unsure what to do.

"OK, for real are you OK?" you ask, more quietly. You don't even know if she speaks English.

She looks frustrated, but she nods her head.

"I just didn't want anyone to see," you tell her. You start to get up, hoping she won't notice the tent in your shorts in the dark, but she takes your hand to stop you.

"Wait," she whispers. So she does speak English.

"What?" you ask, starting to sweat. You kneel so the erection will be less obvious.

Ingrid reaches over the side of the bed to her duffel. She takes out a couple scrunchies.

"Will you tie my hands?" she asks.

You aren't sure you heard right.

"Will I what?" You move closer to her so you can be quiet, but you can smell her. Not just her deodorant, but her arousal. She's wet. Your cock gets even bigger in your shorts.

"Tie them. So I will not do anything in my sleep." She says it like she knows how weird it is to say. So that's good.

"You do this a lot?" you ask.

She's embarrassed. That was a bad thing to ask.

But she nods. She can't lie to you when you just saw her with her hand in her panties.

"Please?"

"OK," you say. You would do anything she asked you to.

She turns away from you and puts her hands behind her back. She wants you to tie her up like this? She's going to sleep on her side like that? It doesn't look very comfortable.

You take the scrunchies and put your hands under the sheet, looking for hers and hoping no one is looking. They won't know what you're doing in the dark, but it will still look weird that you're just hanging out at her bed this way.

You find her hands and loop the scrunchies around them. She rolls back over and gives you a look.

"What?" you ask.

"I can get out." She already has. She holds up the scrunchies.

"I never did this before," you say defensively.

"I am sorry. I know it is strange. And you have no reason to help me." She's acting like a damsel in a romance novel, and she's not playing.

You go over it in your head. She wants you to tie her up so she won't get horny in her sleep and start jilling. It's weird to be a female college athlete with a six-inch penis, but this is also weird. You thank Sweden for sending this beautiful weirdness, but you still don't know what to do.

"I want to help you. But I can't see anything. I can't tie stuff if I can't see." Someone is so going to notice you two down here whispering like crazy people.

"Come with me," she says, and jumps up. Your erection has started to soften, so you follow her to the bathroom, and she shuts the door and turns on the lights. She gives you the scrunchies and turns her back on you, then puts her hands behind her like a criminal to be handcuffed.

That would be great, except her t-shirt is pushed up enough that it is bunched up at her waist, so you have a complete view of her ass. It's round, and just as perfect as you expected. Her simple cotton panties are stretched tight.

Of course you start getting hard again, but at least her back is to you.

"Okay. Give me a minute." You try to figure out how you can do this with scrunchies. "I'm not good at knots."

You can see her face in the mirror. She can probably see you too, so you move so your crotch won't be in view. Ingrid's face is red and she looks kind of miserable. She is so embarrassed. Her secret is a lot like yours. Now you worry that something in your sleep will give you away.

You have an idea for the scrunchies, but you notice that she has leaned against the sink.

Her butt clenches slightly, and she moves her body. Her eyes are closed.

You only realize what she's doing because you once watched a video of a girl doing it online. Ingrid is putting pressure on her clit with the edge of the sink. She's moving her body only a little, but she's getting off.

It's like she has a masturbation disease. Has she forgotten you're there?

Maybe this is good. Maybe if she gets it out of her system she'll sleep better. It's not a very pornographic sight, but it's still hot as she moves her hips.

There's a wet patch over her mound. You picture yourself just pulling her panties down to mid-thigh, and putting it in right there. That would be sexual ****.

You keep watching, and her buttocks tighten up as she arches her back. She lets out a sigh as she cums.

She opens her eyes, remembers where she is, and says something in Swedish.

"Okay." You jump in and put the scrunchies on her hands, this time doing it tight enough that she can't get out.

Face burning, she tries to turn around, but you stop her so she won't see your cock. You open the door and let her out into the cabin, then close it and put your back to it.

You bask in what you saw. Ingrid's ass in panties is jerk-off material that you will carry with you forever, and there will never be anything hotter than seeing a pretty girl cum.

This boner won't go away, but you can't get off like this. Someone could walk in.

You go to a shower stall and pull the curtain back and turn on the water. This will be the best masturbation session of your life. The sight of her getting herself off is still fresh in your mind.

The water's getting hot. You pull your shirt over your head, revealing hard, swollen nipples. You push down your shorts and panties, and your cock springs out, bigger and redder than ever.

Naked, you get ready to get in the shower, but the door opens.

It's Ingrid. She must have put her back up against the door to use her tied hands to open it.

She sees you, and it's all of you. She probably even sees the fat bead of precum on the head of your cock.

There must have been a reason for her to come back, probably to say something out of embarrassment. She forgets all about that and scrambles back out into the cabin.

[ DAY ONE ]