She first squeezed one breast, then the other, deliberately trailing her fingers along her skin as she did. She quickly reached down to where her othe... hand was already hard at work, quickly pushing two fingers in between her lips, not enough to penetrate, but enough to get them very wet. Her hand returned to her breasts, and I watched intently as she pinched and caressed her nipples with her self-lubricated fingers. Even from my vantage point down below, I could see her nipples rapidly harden. “You’re not gay are you?” I repeated. “No,” Vegas whispered back. “I’m fucking horny,” I whispered. “Shut up!” Vegas replied. “No,” I replied, “I’m serious.” “Put a finger in it,” Vegas replied. “A finger won’t do,” I whispered back. I could see the bushes move in the moonlight. A young face painted in camouflage peered out and in my direction. “Who da fuck is there?” Vegas whispered. He was not more than a few meters across the rocky trail from me. “Your dream girl,” I whispered. “Fuck. I, on the other hand, have never even owned one. In fact, the first time she invited me over to hit her pool, I had to go and buy a swimsuit. My long, lean body was not built for a bikini, but the high-thigh cut with the multi-slit chest panel looked pretty good on me. I was so tempted to ask her to let me apply the suntan oil, but I didn’t. Like any hormonal guy, you can imagine what I thought about later that night.Now, here I was, face to face with a lovely pair of breasts and a woman I not. We both had massive hardons sticking up in our pants. The woman looked at both our pants at then at us. "You boys look like you could a little more than just a peek don't you think? Tell you what, for another twenty dollars, you both can take a short ride and a few more pictures." She said. Jason and I both looked at each other and then back at her. I dropped my pants as I handed her a twenty. She laid on the ground on her side with a leg up in the air. I moved in and grabed that leg that was.