*Andrew’s POV*

I had gladly shucked off my gauntlets, vest, and boots, as well as shed all those floofy accessories and completely disarmed. I usually slept naked, but I couldn’t very well do that with Eliza around, so I kept my kilt on. Especially given that I seemed unable to refrain from getting wood in her presence.

I lay perfectly still, listening to Eliza breathe. I was already hard from anticipation, images of soapsuds running slowly over the curves of her pale buttocks and in between her thighs looping over and over in my mind.

As quietly as I could, I pulled the hem of my kilt up. I paused, listening again. Eliza was still breathing steadily. I used my left hand to slowly move the splat rag over my erection and hold it in place, as I slid my right hand under the rag. I hoped that Eliza hadn’t noticed me sneaking the rag under the covers earlier, from its usual place by the washstand. Now that I had a sheltermate, I’d have to find a new place for it.

I was fucking terrified of being seen and traumatizing Eliza even further, but if I didn’t get myself off… I shuddered at the thought of resorting to responding favorably to any of the girls that were forever mooning over me. With that, I found a new sense of determination. I listened one last time, and when I was satisfied I heard no changes, I began slowly stroking. Ah, fuck…

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*Eliza’s POV*

I shifted onto my back and spread my legs a bit in the small hammock. I listened carefully, and noticed that Andrew was breathing a little heavily. Perhaps he was having a bad dream? I kept my eyes closed and brought my hand down where it was wanted so urgently under the blanket. I listened to Andrew’s breathing continuing to increase in rate and get louder.I bit down on my lips to keep from making noise and began massaging myself. I remembered Andrew’s hands on me, rubbing me down. The sponge moving in small circles over me, with my back pressed against his warm chest. Mmmm…

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*Andrew's POV*

I was imagining Eliza on top of me, my cock sunk deep into her core, her breasts rubbing against my chest, as my hand was working my shaft at a furious pace, when I heard soft panting from the other side of the room. Shit! Eliza must be having a nightmare! And there I was, jerking off!

I tried my best to quiet my breathing. I had been close, but it would have to wait until she fell into a deeper, more peaceful sleep, or another time. My dick ached to be touched, wanting to finish what I had started. But if Eliza was having a nightmare, it wouldn’t be right. I chanced a peek over at her, concerned, and got an incredible shock.

I could just see her hand moving rapidly between her legs, under the blanket, and she had pressed the wrist of her other arm into her mouth. I saw she had undressed, and the blanket had fallen to her waist. Her breasts were jiggling rhythmically with her efforts.

I instinctively took myself in hand again, without even thinking, knocking the splat rag away, leaving me bare as I started pumping myself. I clamped my other hand over my mouth, but I kept watching her. I knew it was dangerous, I knew it was risky, and selfish, but I couldn’t look away. The way her back would arch; the stifled moans she started making into her wrist. Fuck, fuck... Her breathing became harsh and rapid through her nose. I was getting close again; I thought of her warm, naked body, remembered the soft feel of her skin against my chest.

When I distinctly heard her muffled grunt into her wrist, and saw her hips jolt as she came, her breasts quaking, it was too much.

I bit my lips to keep from making any noise and I lay back, closed my eyes, and finished myself as I imagined guiding myself into Eliza’s entrance for the first time. I remembered the sight of her bare thighs from earlier as my cum hit my chest. I thought of her large, ripe breasts, with their fine veins, as I milked out the last few spurts, panting through my nose.

Mmmm… Fuck. I would have to wear a different kilt to Watch for sure, and wash this one. Later. Fuck...

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*Eliza's POV*

Through the daze of my orgasm, I heard Andrew groan quietly in his sleep. Poor guy must be dreaming about-

I glanced over to get the hottest eyeful I've ever had. Holy fucking shit! I supposed great minds thought alike?

Notes

not so sure my grammar was correct on my description (*Andrew & Elizas' POVs*), but there you have it... :O)