The only sensible thing

It feels like hours before anything happens. With nothing else to do and not daring to move and perhaps betray your wakefulness, you just lie there listening for anything to happen. Anything at all... How much did she have to drink last night? Fuck, you might be **** to lie there well into the afternoon if she was more wasted than you thought!

You needn't have worried, however. One of Cindy's neighbors is being considerate enough to have some rather vigorous morning 'fun', if the rhythmic pounding on the wall next to Cindy's bed is anything to go by. Pretty soon, you hear a quiet groan of frustration coming from Cindy, who slams her fist on the wall in protest a few times, to no avail. She tosses and turns, and mumbles something inaudible to herself. Then she goes quiet, despite her neighbor certainly not doing so. You wonder what she's doing, but opening your eyes would give the game away, so you just keep doing nothing.

Eventually the **** on the wall ceases, allowing you to hear something it had previously drowned out. Deep breaths, and occasional stifled gasps. The bitch is playing with herself! For an instant, you consider 'waking up', 'catching' her, and then joining her. But no, you've got to be more careful than that. You are supposed to be her helpful and supportive ally. One who is more than happy to get himself blueballed to aid her in her schemes. Pouncing on her buck naked would not fit that image.

You reason that, given the choice between looking at a ceiling as she fingers herself or a devilishly handsome naked guy just a few feet away across the room, she's more than likely ogling you for her enjoyment. Can't have that. Not for free. Hoping to make it look as natural as possible, you roll over so your back is towards her. For a full minute, there is complete silence behind you. Just when you think you've fucked it up, though, you hear a rustling followed by quiet footsteps. Hook, line and sinker.

For a little while, you can't tell what's happening. Cindy is standing over you, that much is clear, but she doesn't seem to be doing anything else.Then you feel her fingertips on your hip, trailing down to softly graze your ass. She did like the look of it last night. The fingers return, and then her whole hand, cupping your asscheek and squeezing it very lightly. She lets out a tiny little gasp as she feels you up. You remain perfectly still, eager to see how far she'll go.

Her hand moves slowly up your back, over the dense muscles there, and then back down along your side. She pauses for a moment, and then very carefully slips her hand around to your front. First back up to your chest, then down to your abdomen. Then lower still, stopping again as her fingers touch your pubes. After a second, she apparently decides against what she was obviously planning to do, and rests her hand on your lower belly instead. You feel her sit down on the bed next to you. You can smell her, too. The scent of her arousal in the air is as easy to notice as her weight on the mattress, and the sounds coming from just behind you clearly indicate what her other hand is getting up to.

It's taking most your self control to just lie there passively as Cindy masturbates just inches away from you with one hand still roaming your upper body. The rest of it goes into not getting hard when you should be sleeping. But you persevere, and your patience is soon rewarded. Cindy freezes for a moment, and then places both of her hands on your hip. She starts pulling ever so gently, but you refuse to budge. She moves one hand to your shoulder and repeats her careful urging. You still don't move. Then she takes a different approach.

Cindy moves behind you, and then begins lightly tickling the undersides of your feet. She must think she's being clever, so you suppose the best thing to do is reward her ingenuity. You squirm a little, shifting slightly so you're lying flat on your side. She's got easy access to your cock now, but doesn't leave it there. With a bit more pulling and prodding, she soon 'manages' to get you to roll onto your back.

Her hands soon return, all ten fingers trailing from your shoulders down your torso. Again, she pauses just before reaching your dick. This time, however, she proceeds. One hand runs along the length of it slowly and gently. It twitches involuntarily at the touch, and she draws her hand back for a moment. A few seconds later it returns, however, caressing your dick and lifting it, feeling the weight. At this point, you can no longer keep from getting hard. It probably also doesn't matter very much any more. Your cock slowly swells erect, and Cindy's movements become less careful exploration and more experienced stimulation. Something about having a stiffening dick in her hand must be triggering some kind of Pavlovian response, you figure.