Morning wood
From Torg Adventure
Off and on throughout the night as you sleep beside Ellen on her small twin sized mattress, you feel soft, delicate lips occasionally kiss your neck, shoulder and back, her silky hair brushing over your naked body as well. And as you shift your positions, you sometimes cup one of Ellen’s smooth, supple globes in your hand, and you cock presses against soft swell of her ass. Once or twice during waking moments you give one of her nipples a gentle tweak, or trace your fingers through the patch of downy pubic hair between her legs. She smells delicious, fresh and having her body pressed against yours is heavenly.
Considering the confined space, you sleep very well. Amy gets up once during the night, rolling out of her bed, picking something up off the floor, and stepping over to the door. When she pulls it open, you’re blinded temporarily by the lights of the hallway. For a brief instant you see her framed in the doorway, dressed in a short black bathrobe that barely covers her naked ass. Scrunching her eyes up and covering them partially with one hand she walks out into the hall, and you assume down to the bathroom. You quickly fall back to sleep and wake only briefly when she returns what seems like an instant later.
When the door opens, Ellen groans and covers her face with the blanket. You roll over to face Amy’s bed, and make out her silhouette. You see her unknot the bathrobe, slide it off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor and then slide into her bed. Closing your eyes once more, you assume that the three of you will do a bit of sleeping in, since it will be Saturday when you wake up. You wonder what sort of comments if any, Amy will make about the sleeping arrangements and what she might have seen or heard. As you hear Amy shifting her bed, you fall back to sleep.
The curtains covering the large window of the room are made of thin cotton, and sunlight filters into the room with the breaking dawn. You’re vaguely aware of this, but don’t really wake up. Periodically, you glance over at the clock on Amy’s dresser, keeping track of the morning’s progress. At 9:16, you feel Ellen’s hand wrap itself around your morning wood. Slowly, she slides her hand up and down your cock. Her eyes are closed, but you know she’s awake. She has a large, satisfied smile across her face. Glancing over her shoulder at Amy’s bed, you can see her wavy red tresses spilled out over her face, and her pillow, as well as her bare, pale shoulders spattered by small freckles.
You kiss Ellen lightly on the lips, and she kisses you back, as well as stroking your cock a little faster. You gasp, and she runs the pad of her thumb over your cockhead, spreading precum all over it. You glance back at Amy and…
Is Amy awake?
