Daniel relieves me from watch tonight. I'm exhausted. Spending the day in the sun with my shirt off digging for rocks was not what I wanted to do. Daniel thinks something is here, so we will dig until we don't find it. Or maybe we will find it. Who knows.

Seeing Carter today stripped down to her sports bra digging, let's just say that the Colonel had a hell of a time controlling his Colonel.

I saw her looking at me. And of course I was checking her out. She is perfect. She is so fucking hot. I wanted to put her up against a tree and take her anyway I can. I know she wants it too. She has said as much. But that is not in our agreement.

I feel more than an attraction to her. It's been building. It has been building for her, too. We have developed a real connection with each other. Which is why we have this unwritten agreement. No touching is the first rule in the agreement.

I slip into our tent to find her fast asleep. The fan is on, and I can smell baby wipes, deodorant, and that lotion that Carter puts on her face every night. If I wasn't already horny from looking at her body all day long, I sure as hell am now.

I zip our tent, and strip out of my clothes as quietly as I can. I take a few ass wipes and wipe down what I can. She cannot see me. Even if she can, it's not like she hasn't seen me in all of my glory already. Second rule is you may look, as long as you remember the first rule.

It is when I am fully naked with my back turned to Carter that I hear it.

"Jack," she whispers out in a light moan.

Third rule is that names are OK. Any name. First name. Last name. Pet name. Neither one of us cares. Even throwing out a few strategically placed cuss words is OK.

Carter is either fully naked right now, or at least has her hand down her pants. The Colonel is fully alert right now.

I hear her juices as she moves her hand in and out of her body. I have to grab my cock and start to stroke myself because I can't take much more of this. I turn around to try to see her. There is just not enough light in here.

"Lay down," she says. So I do.

I am so close to her that I could roll over and take her nipple into my mouth. But, the first rule is always in place for this. I cannot touch her any more than she can touch me. We know if we ever did, there would be no going back. One time would never be enough with her.

I stroke my cock imagining what it would be like up inside of her. To feel her heat. To be surrounded by her nectar. To taste her nectar.

"Carter," I whisper out, turning my head towards hers. She knows what I am doing.

I can't see a thing. But I hear her release that small squeak that tells me she just came. I can hear her body moving on her sleeping bag. We do have plastic under us, so there's really no way to be totally silent doing what we are doing.

I know from previous times of watching her that right now Carter is still massaging herself. She will have one hand on her breast, and one hand between her legs. She will continue to massage for a little bit, then she will come down off of her orgasm by putting two or three fingers inside of her.

"Oh, Jack," she whispers again.

All of a sudden I feel her hand on my face. She runs her fingers along my face searching for my lips and the area between my lip and nose. I feel her wetness on my face. I smell her. I open my mouth and let her wet fingers fall into my mouth.

I suck her fingers and taste her for the first time. She tastes like a hard day's work and sin. I taste baby wipes and vanilla lotion. If this is what Carter tastes like all the time, I want to have this served to me every day.

I can't hold out. I come on my hand and I know she can feel my body tense. I let out a groan with her fingers still in my mouth. I wrap my tongue around each of her fingers as she slowly pulls her hand from my mouth.

I still don't reach out to touch her. I'm trying to stick to our rules. I have no idea why she did what she did. It is a dangerous move, at least it is for me. Having a small taste of her will never sate me. I will need more of her. She broke one of our rules. And I'm not sure I want to bring that up.

Do I suffer in silent need on the chance that she will let me taste her again? Or do I say something, and ruin the spell we have created for each other in these moments?

I chose the former. I stand up to clean myself off, and to put on a clean pair of boxers. I lay back down on my sleeping bag. I turn on my side with my back facing Carter. I lick my lips and taste her. I move my upper lip closer to my nose and I can smell her. I don't think I will ever wash my face again.

Sleep easily pulls me in after that.

"Good night, Carter," I whisper.

"Good night, sir," she replies.