Landing strip

As he worked, he inspected her exposed treasure providently. The rare unobstructed view was both enticing and fascinating to him. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, but in his scholastic life he was generally viewed to be attentive, diligent, and a fast learner. This particular educational opportunity was... unprecedented. He decided it was his academic duty to explore it more deeply.

Gingerly he began fondling the intimate strands that preluded her womanhood. In the background, he heard Vanessa's speech resolve with an untimely interrogative.

"So what are your thoughts on all this?" she asked.

Tanya was at this point taking deep, measured breaths and did not sound like she was paying a whole lot of attention. "Well..." she exhaled heavily, and then made a stuttered wheezing sound as his nimble fingers edged inevitably closer to their eventual target. The eventual target in question was beginning to take on a distinctly slick sheen, and a certain woefully neglected bulb of crimson flesh peeked forward from its folds even as its owner gulped and tried to steady herself. "I... agree with what you're saying... about our floor lineup..." she resolutely continued between gulps of air.