I’m not sure how it happened, but there you were, at my door, asking to sleep on my couch. I readily agreed and pulled out a pillow and blanket for you. It was late, so I bid you goodnight and headed for my bedroom. I couldn’t resist and peeked around the corner to watch as you stripped down to your panties and a cami before slipping under the blanket on the couch. I can’t tell you the number of nights I’ve laid alone in bed stroking my aching cock after seeing you in a bikini by the complex pool or a tight v-neck t-shirt with your boobs trying to spill over the top.
*God your tits are so fucking huge.*
I laid awake forever, trying not to jerk my cock while replaying the vision of you undressing. I finally stopped fighting it and slipped out to the kitchen for a bottle of water. I tiptoed and didn’t even look your way, hoping not to wake you. On my way back, I heard you mumble something and froze in my tracks. I slowly turned to look at you and my jaw dropped. The blanket had slipped down from your chest and your tits were in full view. I shook my head and blinked a few times, not believing what I was seeing.