He touched me a little

"Mostly, yeah. He touched me a little."

"Emma, I need to know exactly what happened so I can understand the problem. Where was he touching you?"

"My... my tits."

"Hmmm... I think you should show me how." Ouch.

Slowly, she brought her right hand up to her bikini top and started gently rubbing her beautiful little left breast. "His hand was outside your top?"

"He reached inside too."

"Emma, you need to tell me everything. I think you should show me what that was like."

She cautiously slid her hand under her bikini top. This sweet little 18 year old was sitting in your hotel room, on your bed, wearing nothing but a bikini, slowing massaging a perfect little tit.

Your cock was so hard by now that you were concerned about it somehow tearing through your pants. Small tiny mental pushes were definitely the way to go, but this pace was infuriating. You didn't want to risk pushing too hard and breaking the spell, but something had to give.

"You kept sucking him?" your eyes glued to the bikini top, wishing your magic powers could get it off without crushing pain.

"Yeah, for a long time. He was feeling my tits, and I was doing my best to suck his cock. Eventually he said he was going to cum."

"Did he cum in your mouth?"

"No, he kind of pulled back. He grabbed his cock, jerked it a few times, and came on his stomach."

"Oh", you were genuinely surprised, "was that it?"

"Yeah. I thought he would maybe lick me, or we could have sex, but he started playing video games."

"That's really weird," you said, with complete honesty for the first time in ages, "there must have been something wrong. Emma, you're a beautiful girl and any guy should be excited to be with you."

"Really, John? Thank you so much. I wish I knew what the problem was."