Page 8 of Protective Mountain Man

Iblew it. I was supposed to make a move on Porsha during our midnight lunch break, and I’d basically chickened out.

I was still kicking myself over it as I returned to the pool area and climbed onto the chair, pulling the blanket up over me. I’d do like I had before our midnight lunch break. I’d lay here telling myself I needed to sleep but basically tossing and turning.

At least this time I turned out the lights. I came in, tossed my coat onto a chair near the door—the same coat I let Porsha borrow to get back into the lodge—and flipped the light switch. It wasn’t pitch dark, but it was darker than I would have imagined. I could definitely sleep if thoughts of Porsha weren’t racing through my mind.

I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to kiss her. I’d imagined it multiple times in the truck, but now it brought my cock to life. If I did something about that, it wasn’t like anybody would ever know. I could even go into the bathroom to be extra cautious. Maybe that would help me get to sleep.

Deciding to stay right here, I moved my hand to my zipper and jerked it down, then undid the button, sliding my hand intomy underwear. Immediately, I groaned in relief. This woman had me so worked up, it would be good to get it out of my system a little.

I looked around, verifying what I knew would be true. I was alone. Then I shoved my jeans and underwear down just low enough to free my erection, closed my eyes, and imagined Porsha above me, looking down at me as she rode me.

I imagined what her breasts would look like, how my hands would cup them but still not even come close to covering them. I began stroking faster, closing my eyes and clenching my jaw as more images of Porsha flashed through my mind.

“Are you?—?”

The two words popped my eyes open. It took a second to get my bearings in the dark room. But even before I turned my head, I saw her. She was standing next to my chair, looking down at me, her eyes wide with wonder. Apparently, she’d entered at some point to find me here, under the blanket. I’d been busted jerking off by the very woman I’d been fantasizing about.

I sat up, reminding myself the blanket covered everything. I could lie. I was trying to make a good impression on this woman, after all, and this was not the way to do it.

But her wide eyes only got wider as she continued to stare at me. “Can I watch?”

I must have misheard. “Watch what?”

She pointed to my crotch area. “Watch you do that.”

Was this woman asking to watch me jerk it? That was definitely a first.

“You want to watch me do this?” I asked, moving my hand slowly.

She couldn’t see it, of course, but right now, I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. I wasn’t sure I’d ever think clearly again.

“Yes,” she said.

Her voice sounded raspy, and her chest was moving rapidly, indicating she was breathing heavily. She liked this. It turned her on. And despite wanting to be a perfect gentleman in front of her, that had me more excited than anything ever had.

“Lose the blanket,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Her body language told me she was either cold or protecting herself. But protecting herself against what?

That had me hesitating. I kept an eye on her as I slowly pulled the cover back. But I had to close my eyes once my erection was revealed. I didn’t want to see out of the corner of my eye what she was seeing. That would make me feel like less than a gentleman.

“Were you thinking about me?” she asked. “When you were…you know, before I came in.”

I nodded. I moved my hand along my shaft slowly, trying my best not to come on the spot. I was so turned on right now, it wouldn’t take much.

“What were you thinking about?” she asked.

I leaned my head against the back of the chair and kept my eyes closed, trying to call to mind the image I’d had right before she interrupted.

“I was imagining you on top of me, naked,” I said, “I’d just put my hands on your breasts.”

“What did they look like?” she asked.

My eyes popped open then, and I looked over at her. She lowered her hands to her sides, but my gaze had landed on that ample chest. Fuck, she was hot.

“Big,” I said. “With pale pink nipples. Your nipples were hard, and your breasts bounced while you moved on me.”

“Do you want to see them?”

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