She does

I feel a little flustered by all the attention, and I want to say no. But really, after all the crazy things that have happened today backing down from the offer would just feel kind of boring, you know?

"Sure, you can have a feel." I say.

The brunette steps closer - like, really close - and her hip hits the satchel, pressing it against my bare crotch. We both apologise, and as she reaches up to grab my bared breast her hand catches on the handle of the satchel.

"You don't mind do you?" she asks, holding her palm out.

In my head, I believe she's just asking about the breast grabbing. Maybe the thinks I'm trying to block her with the satchel or something. So I respond "Go ahead."

I don't put up a fight as she takes the satchel from my hand because I wasn't expecting her to grab it. She places it on the floor beside me. I instinctively cross my hands over my crotch, pressing my breasts together. The brunette presses right up against me, her clothes grazing against my bare skin, and grabs a hold of my breast. I let out a gasp of surprise as she begins to caress my nipple with her thumb.

"Wow, this is so hard right now!" she exclaims. Then she squeezes my breast. "And the rest of it is so soft! It's divine!"

She shifts her weight, and I'm conscious that the back of my hands are now pressing against her crotch. She's wearing a skirt and I can feel the material kissing against my hands, and beneath it the promise of her legs. I don't know whether to grab the satchel, move my hands away from her or remove her hand from my bosom, so I kind of stand there frozen and let her fondle me.

"Oh yeah," Sarah mentioned, nodding towards the brunette. "I forgot to tell you something about my friend here, Amy..."