She's sleeping.
My heart is racing and my body is reacting. Her name is Anna, she's my friend's girlfriend. The three of us had an exhausting day kayaking down the river. We came home and had some pizza and a few beers. John had a few too many and passed out in my guest room. I woke up thirsty and decided to go get a glass of water.
I stumbled out of my bedroom to find that Anna was apparently so tired that she figured she'd make herself at home in my living room. Her shoes and socks were flailed around the living room, her hoodie is on the floor and there's a half eaten slice of pizza just sitting on my coffee table without a plate. I don't mind, we're all good friends and I know she'll clean up tomorrow. I'm guessing she fell asleep watching something and didn't bother to join John in the guest room.
None of that got my heart racing. I'm guessing she wasn't cold, because under her hoodie was only the bikini top she had been wearing all day, which she is now wearing while sleeping on my couch.
None of this was fair. I haven't been laid in weeks and this isn't helping the matter. Earlier today when I thought neither of them was looking I would soak up an eyeful of her perfectly proportioned body, her breasts trying to press their way out of her bikini top.
I wasn't as sly as I thought. A few times she caught me and just gave a wink or splashed some water at me. John never noticed, and she didn't announce my visual trespassing. Eventually it became a game between us, which made it the most exhilarating canoeing trip I've ever had.
I return from my memory. She found a blanket, but it's only covering the bottom half of her body. She's lying on her back, her perfect breasts are like two mounds rising up and down with each breath. It's not fair. A man shouldn't be exposed to this and expected to retain himself.
Besides, she was playing with me earlier today. Why shouldn't I?
My cock grows harder in my pants at the thought of taking what I want. I think that maybe if she was playing games with me today, that this might also be a game. Maybe she knew I'd wake up and come out here. Maybe she wants to torture me. The beers I had haven't worn off yet and I'm still feeling courageous because of them.
My breathing gets heavier, trying to steady myself and relax. But I can't. This is too much. I take my cock out and start stroking it. I'm across the living room but I'm being quiet. I should be able to get away with this.
She's so sexy. Her body, her playful attitude, her relaxed yet adventurous spirit... what a catch. And she knows she's sexy. She isn't a slut, but she knows a sexy woman can either put up walls or embrace her situation. So she's playful with John's friends. She's flirty, in a friendly way. She has the ability to make men's lives better just by helping them feel a little wanted. She knows it, and she does it to be a good woman and to make the world a better place. It's part of what makes her such a beautiful person.
