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Chloe
I woke up from the most erotic dream and lay for a minute trying to catch up to where I was, and what I had dreamt. A noise alerted me and when I lifted my head I noticed movement in the cabin.
“What are you doing?” I asked, thinking it was Adam.
The shadow froze and then a voice answered. “I have to use the bathroom.”
“Nigel?”
“Ehm… yeah, I’m sorry I woke you.”
“What time is it?”
“It’s early morning.”
“The toilet is outside, remember.”
“Yeah, I know,” he whispered
“There’s a flashlight next to the door that you can use.”
He opened one of the curtains, letting in the morning glow. “Nah, it’s okay, the sun is coming up.”
Our whispered conversation ended with him disappearing outside, closing the door quietly behind him.
I looked over to Adam, who was on his back with one arm across his chest and one arm hidden under the duvet.
“Hey,” I poked him with one finger, but he didn’t react.
“Adam,” I whispered but got no reaction.
A wicked thought took hold of me. I had dreamed of making love to him and he had been hung like a pony. I shook my head, thinking how bizarre and disturbing that dream had been. Scary even.
And then I lifted the duvet to peek.
It was all dark, so I couldn’t see anything. Slowly, I lifted the duvet higher and moved closer to see.
Yesterday when he had bathed, I’d only seen him from the back. I had no idea how well-equipped he was, but that stupid dream was going to haunt me all day if I didn’t prove to myself that it was just a dream.
“Adam,” I whispered again, making sure he really was sleeping deeply.
Don’t even think about it, I told myself when an indecent thought popped up. But my initial resistance to the idea quickly turned into a small rebellion. Adam had humiliated me when he demonstrated his so-called “physical superiority” and held me down. It he could dothatto me, I could dothisto him. Besides, there would be no harm in appeasing my curiosity, since he would never know.
With slow precision, I moved my hand under the duvet and lifted it over his body until it was just above his crown jewels.
As if my eyes and hands were conspirators in a crime, my eyes served as the lookout and kept a fixed gaze on Adam’s face, while my hand did the actual crime and slowly lowered to investigate with the gentlest touch.
He wore boxer briefs but the outline of his cock was easy to feel, as he was hard. I suspected it was a matter of normal morning wood, but although he was large I didn’t detect any anatomical abnormalities in any way.
“What the hell are you doing?” Adam asked in a gruff sleepy voice and opened his eyes.
I snatched my hand back, but Adam grabbed it and turned to confront me. “Did you just feel me up?”
Shit!
“No,” I said quickly with heated cheeks.
