Ritter joins you

You hear stirring behind you and glance back to see Ritter rising from his blanket on the hard floor. He groans and stumbles over to you.

"The floor in the mall is softer," he jokes.

"It's not your watch yet," you reply, keeping your eyes on the darkness beyond the front windows of the store.

"I know," Ritter grunts and hops up on the conveyor next to you. "I figured you could use some company."

You shrug.

"I am on your good side, right?" Ritter asks and lets his hand fall on your leg just above your knee.

"Now is not the time," you warn him.

He gives your leg a squeeze and leans against you. You can feel his breath on your ear.

"You got something better to do?" He asks.

"Like keep us from getting killed?" You reply and try to shrug him away.

Ritter persists. You can feel his hot breath on your neck, his eyes looking down at your breasts straining your tank top. His other hand brushes against your ass. Despite yourself he's starting to turn you on and get your juices flowing. A distraction while on watch in the dead of night is the last thing you need, but it sure would help pass the time...