Don't question it. Touch her.

It seemed like a very dumb thing to do, but the sudden raging libido in my body ran on overdrive. I had to struggle to keep it under control as I dropped my free hand under the counter, letting it rest on Vivi's thigh. She felt warm. Extremely warm, and her legs seemed to wriggle around when my hand made contact with her exposed flesh. Trailing my fingers up her thigh to her hips, I felt a sudden breath of air as her lips parted, and another one as I moved it up her tummy. She was very clearly expressing her arousal.

I couldn't stop myself from going further, as if I was running on autopilot. I wanted to touch this woman all over. I wanted to feel up her boobs! My brain demanded that I take action despite any potential consequences!

Despite my actions, she allowed me to keep going without protest. Running my fingers upward, my wrist pressed against her cleavage, the heavy feeling of her breasts weighing down on it. Turning my body, I shielded her from the view outside, turning towards the wall as I molested her frivolously. As if reacting to the movements of my hand, she stooped slightly to allow her tits to hang just out of sight. I took the opportunity to slide my hand into her bikini, cupping over her flesh. I could feel it melt into my fingers, the peak that was her nipple hardening in my massaging palm. I could feel her move and quiver, stiffling a moan as she clung to me harder, her gaze still looking straight at me.

After some time of massaging her boob, I pulled out and slowly traveled back down, all the way down to her bikini bottom. Her legs parted and she sat up straighter, turning slightly to allow me further access to her blissful pleasures. I slid my palm straight down past the fabric, instantly having my fingers engulfed in a slippery fluid that was all over the folds of her most intimate place. For a moment there, I slipped my hand in and out of the bikini, rubbing against the slick surface beneath in long strokes.

She was wet. She was soaking wet. Her face was slightly more contorted, and she was breathing so incredibly hard, trying her best to keep her voice down so no one around us would notice. Her arm around mine dropped from the counter to start to feverishly stroke my straining bulge in my shorts.

Never before had I experienced a situation like this. My mind wasn't working any more. All I wanted now was to do some very naughty things to this young rich girl. As soon as I thought that, her pleasured smile turned into a very decadent one. The look on her beautiful face told me what she wants.