... might as well let her do her thing.

Liz’s mouth quickly moves from your neck down over your collar and then back up the other side, and finding no chocolate or butter, you can see her eyes start shifting around for something to do. You want to keep her with you, so you find a bowl of melted chocolate and dip two fingers in to it and show them to Liz. Liz takes your fingers in to her mouth and, is clearly savoring the flavor as she wraps her tongue around your fingers. You don’t really have anything to look at except Liz, and you have to admit, the sight of her standing half naked in front of you, sucking your fingers with obvious pleasure is somewhat intoxicating. You can feel a blush rising on your neck, and a bit of heat creep to your face.

Once Liz is done with the chocolate on your hand, she reached forward to grab the bowl, and her left breast brushes against your upper arm. She grabs a handful of chocolate and sloppily spreads it on to your chest between your collarbone and the edge of your tanktop. You know that you could, and maybe should, redirect her, but you’re not inclined to. Liz bends forward and starts aggressively licking chocolate from your chest. After just seconds on your skin, the cool chocolate starts to melt enough so that it drips down in to your tank top, and where it does, Liz’s mouth follows, until she is pulling on the neck of your shirt to get access. By this time you’ve at least stopped pretending to yourself that you’re trying to control this situation, so when Liz pulls the straps of your tank top and bra down off of your shoulders, you don’t try to stop her.

The top of your tanktop and your bra have been pulled down so that they’re just hanging below your breasts, which are now exposed to the world. Or they were, before Liz planted the last handful of chocolate and spread it over both of them. Liz’s tongue was now circling your right nipple, causing your body to respond. Your left nipple was sticking out right through the chocolate, and your jeans were starting to feel awfully restricting. You put a hand on one of Liz’s tits and absently ran your fingers around the residual chocolate there.

Liz moves over to your other nipple, leaving only the faintest trace of chocolate. Meanwhile, you were becoming increasingly eager to have Liz’s lips locked around your clit instead of your nipple. You felt bad that what had started out as an attempt to rescue Liz from the rednecks was looking increasingly self-serving, but you had to think she would prefer this over that.