He lay down in bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t get the idea that Jean was just on the other side of the tent laying in her bed. His hand crept towards the band of his trunks. If he was quiet, he could have a quick wank and be off to sleep, and she would be none the wiser. He closed his eyes, imagining Jean easing off her clothes as he wrapped his hand around himself.  Jesus, I'm hard.  Fantasy Jean sneaked into his room and caught him in the act; she gave him a small smile he had come to love in their brief acquaintance.