And because I'm a keffing ass, I think about when she was naked and spilled out of the bathroom, her hand between her thighs. I think about how good she smelled, and I imagine her cunt dripping honey, as wet and warm as our surroundings.
So yeah, today has been a rough one.
Now that I have a moment alone, I'm going to take advantage of the situation. Alice is safe by the water, and within shouting distance. I haven't seen any animals lurking around so it should be fine to leave her alone for about five minutes or so. Which is good, because it won't take me long to pound out a quick release. I find a tree big enough to provide a barricade from prying eyes, step behind it, and hammer at the mechanism on my belt. It slithers back into the clasp, and then I'm able to access the auto-fastener on my trou.
A moment later, I've got my cock free from the too-tight fabric and in my hand.
I let out a sigh of relief, stroking my length. Stupid keffing too-tight trou. Stupid keffing cock, standing up all damn day long just because Alice is breathing. My balls tightening up because I can feel Alice's breast pressing against my shoulder. Nearly spilling when she leaned in to whisper something to me.
Each thought makes me grip my cock a little harder, stroking up to the head, and then working back down my shaft. I squeeze as I go, imagining how Alice's hand would feel on my length. Her fingers are small and delicate, but there's a fire in her that tells me that she would absolutely not be delicate in bed. She'd sass off as she rubbed my cock, and the thought makes the breath hiss out from between gritted teeth.
Oh, kef yeah. I like the thought of Alice's sass as she touches me. I like that a hell of a lot.
I want to come, but I'm enjoying the thought of Alice too keffing much. I think about how she'd fallen out of the lavatory, her hand between her thighs. How she'd been touching herself, full of need. How she claimed she was doing it to take the edge off. Well, she's not the only one with edges. Right now I feel so damned full of edges that I might need to jerk off at least twice before I feel any kind of relief. If I'm going to be near her later today…or if we're going to be sleeping in close quarters tonight…
I grunt, stroking hard, and a hot spurt of release pulses forth. It's the thought of Alice curled up next to me that sends me over the edge. Of tucking her succulent form up against mine and sliding an arm around her waist. Maybe I'd slide my hand between her thighs and help her with that edge. My hand braced on the tree, I shudder as wave after wave of release crashes through me. I paint my seed all over the bark, stroking my cock and squeezing to get every drop out of my system, as if that'll somehow take care of my problem.
When I'm done, I put my forearm against the tree and take a deep breath. I wonder if I have time to get another out of my system. I can check on Alice, pretend to be patrolling, and then come back and jerk a second round out so I won't be rock-hard all night. Semi-hard, sure. But not so hard I feel as if I'm going to go supernova if her smallest finger brushes against me. It's not a bad idea.
I study my messy hand and then turn, looking for somewhere to wipe the evidence. There's a leafy fern within reach, and I wipe my hand clean, then grab a few more leaves and swab at the bark of the tree. The evidence leaves a wet stain on the smooth bark that doesn't go away, though, and I give up trying to hide it.
I turn, stuffing my cock back into my trou…and pause.
There, hidden in the ferns, are a few strands of yellow hair. The patterned sunlight that shines through the leaves manages to hit her hair just so, revealing her hiding place. I catch a glimpse of pale skin, too, and I'm amused.
Alice is spying on me.
She caught me whacking at my cock…and decided to watch instead of speaking up.
Well, I've never been a shy one. I lean against the tree again, propping up with one hand, and with the other, I free my cock from its confines once more. I'm only semi-hard, but this is more to see how far I can go before she speaks up…or runs for the hills.
I begin to work my length again, staring directly in her direction. If she wants to watch, I'll give her something to watch. I deliberately drag my fingers up and down my shaft, letting them dance over the ridges of my cock. I pause, circling the piercings lined up along the flare of my cockhead, wondering if she can see them from her vantage point. I'm getting hard again quickly, and I can't resist the grin that curves my mouth.