Touch her tits?

My mind raced with the idea of maybe trying to touch her tits. But should I? Oh god, I'd love to. I sat there for a bit, whether trying to convince myself to do it or talk myself out of it I didn't know. I told myself I was waiting to make sure she was actually asleep. I tried clearing my throat softly and moving in my chair a little. She didn't budge.

I leaned forward a little so I was closer to her, then after quickly looking around to make sure the girls or Tim weren't back, I slowly started to reach toward her with dizzy excitement. I know I've said my heart was pounding many times on this trip already, but it was thumping good in my chest right now.

I decided to touch her arm first, just to triple check that she was asleep. I poked her arm with my finger, but she didn't move or make a sound. I moved my hand up and barely touched the side of her boob with my fingers, sliding them along the material of her bikini top. I was touching Rochelle's tits! I pulled away and just breathed for a bit. Then I reached over again and this time I touched her boob above the bikini, feeling the skin on my finger tips. I brought my hand down so that my palm cupped her big tit and I gave it a little squeeze.

She moved a little then, and I practically jumped out of my skin. I sat back in my chair and tried to calm down and stop my hands from shaking. She didn't wake up however. I've never been more excited and afraid in all my life. So was so fucking hot and scary!