Keep watching her as I pretend to read?

My cock quickly went rock hard in my shorts as I watched Rochelle standing there in the water, enjoying the coolness of the water and the warmth of the sun. She waded around a little moving this way and that and was soon very close to the dock. I could definitely see the faint outlines of her nipples through her bathing suit.

I realized she was looking at me and our eyes met, I quickly moved them down to the words on the pages. She moved a little deeper into the water and waded there. After a few seconds, I dared to look again, and she was still looking my way as she stood in the water, her breasts were just above the water line, floating on top. She smiled at me and I smiled back awkwardly.

Was it obvious I was looking at her?

"How's the water?" I asked, trying to cover my tracks.

"Very nice," she said. "Very refreshing."

She slowly walked towards me, moving alongside the dock. I just kept watching as she slowly walked beside the dock towards the shore. She looked up at me once or twice as she passed and I had a great look at her cleavage as she passed by, grabbing her towel off the deck. I continued to watch her, looking at the slowly, sensually wiggling butt as she walked out of the water onto the shore and up to the deck.

After I saw her go into the cottage, I rejoined Tim on the deck.

Later in the day, Rochelle made us a nice supper of barbequed steaks and veggies and we sat with her to eat. It cooled off slightly, and Rochelle was back in her shorts and shirt. Tim and I spent some time down by the water chatting about stuff (mostly girls we wanted to fuck). We spent the evening inside doing some more reading.

We watched a video of some comedians Tim taped off TV while Rochelle cleaned up the dishes from the day. Diane and Jenny returned around 8pm, and by 11 we are all in bed. Tim and I stayed up a while with a small lamp on looking at some Playboy magazines he'd brought with him. This did nothing to calm my urges from the day. One of the bunnies had huge juggs, and my mind drifted to Rochelle, imagining if hers looked like that.

I lay there a long time, debating whether or not I should go to the bathroom to jerk off, before I finally fell asleep.

I woke up and looked at the clock: 8:27am. Tim was still asleep. I could hear that someone was already up and was out in the main part of the cottage.