She takes her top off

“Just do me a favor Jack?” Melody says as she rises up to her knees.

“Anything.” You reply with a very dry throat.

“Try to stare for more than 13 seconds.” She demands as she quickly undoes the knot in the front of her bikini top. The skimpy garment slips off her shoulders and falls to the bed.

You inhale deeply as Melody’s breasts come into view. She bites her lip in nervous anticipation of the look she is sure you are going to give her. Right on cue, your face shows the desired appreciation of what is in front of you. What makes it even better is that there is no subterfuge needed now. Melody’s face lights up and she cracks the biggest smile you have ever seen her make.

“Awesome. You’re the best!” She exclaims as she tosses her hair off her shoulders to give you a completely unobscured view of her chest.

“No, you’re the breast…best!!!” Your stammering causes her to giggle.

“It gets better my friend.” She informs you as she takes your hands by the wrists and slowly runs them over your torso. You look at her wantonly as she drags your hands down towards where her thighs are resting on your body and up towards her now-heaving tits. She sighs as she forces your hands to make contact with her breasts. Once she has them where she wants them, her own hands slide up on top of yours and she gives them a gentle squeeze, letting you know what she wants you to do. At this exact moment is when Melody feels the tent that has grown in your swim trunks.

“It feels like someone else has decided to join this party.” She giggles.

“I’m sorry. Natural reaction.” You reply, knowing exactly what she is talking about.

“No need to be sorry. I was hoping for that.” She states as she continues to **** your hands to squeeze her breasts. Her breathing picks up the pace slightly as she starts rocking back and forth on your cock.

“Mmmm.” You both sigh in unison at the feeling. Melody leans down and plants her lips right on yours. It is only a quick peck however.

“Looks like you were wrong. Fucking is on your menu tonight. Question is, what dish do you want served first?” You smirk as she purrs at your comment.