"So... you look cold."

You fill the seat next to her - she's finally pulled her nose out of her phone and is staring at you curiously. Fuck, it seems she wants you to make the first move. You were no Fabio - maybe, you could improvise something on the spot?

"So... you look cold." you remark offhandedly. Oh smooth. Real smooth, idiot. Reminding a topless girl that she's topless? You swallow down your awkwardness.

"Well, it's not so bad actually. I find it quite refreshing, to be honest." She replies casually.

"Well then, maybe I ought to give it a go." You answer back before peeling off your own shirt. The cool breeze rushes past you and your skin instinctively prickles up.

Amelie grins as you struggle to disrobe - and then opens her pretty gorgeous lips to speak.

"So - what do you think? Au naturel is quite thrilling, no?"

"It... it actually is! Hmmm I wonder if you wouldn't enjoy it more with all of it off?" you challenge flirtingly.

She retorts with another coy smile - Oh, it seems she's going to accept your challenge! Score! She gingerly pulls at the knees of her skin-tight jeans before stopping abruptly and sticking a tongue at you.

"I'll go completely if you do it too~!"

"Deal!"

You both strip out of your clothes leisurely, you can't help but feel that she's putting on an elaborate show for you with the way she undresses. She pulls at her waistband teasingly and slows to an agonizing crawl when the fabric pulls over the mound of her thick bum. You can feel your mouth watering and your eyes melting in your head. When her pants hit the ground in a soft 'flop' she turns her rear to you, her hips flaring out exaggeratedly as she bends to pull down her panties. When the thin black fabric clears her hips you see her pretty pink quim and her puckered star exposed in all their glory.

"Well monsieur, will you keep your end of the bargain?"

You struggle to wipe that dumbfounded look off your face and hastily jerk your clothing off with no trace of grace. You try to play it off cool, but your downstairs member refuses to lie - it's standing at a semi-hard attention. You both sit back onto the bench casually and both of you jump quickly with a simultaneous "ah!"

"The bench is... a little cold, no?" God her accent was driving you nuts.

"You're right." You didn't notice it before, but the metal bench is much colder than either of you - it's a little uncomfortable but not unsolvable.