Kissing Susanna outside

You and Susanna shuffle over to the base of the tree and press your back against it, never taking your hands off of each other. It's a little hard to make out as you move, but it's worth it.

"Andrew," Susanna gasps as you kiss her neck. "Were you thinking about this when you came into the bathroom tonight?"

"Yes," you say, only taking a second to get the word out before your lips are on her skin again.

"I was too," she says. "Did you look at my cleavage in the towel?"

"Yes," you say again. Your hands are groping her ass through her tight leather pants, and it feels fantastic. You're sure that she can feel your fingertips pushing hard against the leather, grazing the lips of her pussy.

"Just put your fucking hands in my pants already," Susanna says, cursing with that excellent Scottish ability for it.

Your hand snakes down the back of her pants, and you can feel her fantastic ass in the palm of your hand now. It seems that she's wearing a pair of tight boyshorts, and they're very wet right between Susanna's legs. Your only rub her through her panties for a second before you decide to push her back against the cold fallen leaves, allowing you to reposition yourself so that your hand is down the front of her panties. You stare her in the eye as your fingers rub up and down her clit.