I was comfortable with your friendship as I listened to you share your conversations. As we lay in bed one night you told me how he was telling you lo...ely he was, and how it had been so long since he had sex. He told you that he wasn’t looking for a relationship but also didn’t want to have one night stands with casual acquaintances. You told me some of the comments that you told him to prop up his ego, and I said “he sounds like a special friend”. You were quiet for a bit, then whispered,. He couldn't see anything graphic, but her bare thighs and legs draped over the sides of the hammock gave him enough to focus. He lost it both times when he recognized her hips rocking through the hammock cloth as she reached the end.“Oh my!” he breathes to himself. He is able to see her through the slats as she reclines on the lounge. She’s taking a drag with one hand, and her other pinches her nipple through the tank top. He’s quickly getting hard and argues with himself about watching her. Can I do that now?"She didn't really wait for my assent but knelt in front of me unbuckling my jeans and pulling them down with my shorts, took my rapidly hardening cock into her mouth, and stroked me while licking and sucking. Her method was improving rapidly as she concentrated on the head and just under the head while giving me firm strokes with one hand and playing with my balls with the other. I warned her it was coming and she sped up her actions pulling cum from me in multiple jets. She. I suppose I will just have to wait, patiently, for your arrival. I'm also not any good at patience or waiting.After a while of staring at the ceiling, I roll over and stare at the window across the room. It doesn't make me any more sleepy than the ceiling did, so I close my eyes. If I lay very, very still and don't open my eyes, I can almost imagine your footsteps on the carpet, crossing the room. And if I concentrate hard enough (but not so hard that I break my suspension of belief), I can.