Reach down and touch Rachel's pussy.

I respond pleasurably to your caressing one of the cotton covered malleable mounds on my chest. So after fondling my breast for a moment, you slide that same hand down the front of my body, over my tummy, further down, pushing the hem of my dress between my legs as you slide your open palm over my vagina.

Without moving my feet, I spread my thighs just a bit so you can feel me better. You slip your finger a little further between my thighs and can feel my warmth on your palm through my panties. I long to kiss you, leaning forth, struggling to taste your lips.