Just look at her...? [Delilah's path.]

Going against your better judgment, you decide to watch her sleep. It didn't seem that weird to start with, but the longer you looked at her, the less innocent it felt. She looked so cute. Even the way she breathed was so...so herself. You shifted your legs. Your stare started to linger longer than you intended it to. Perhaps it was because of the night before, but you are beginning to look at Delilah as someone you didn't back. Not a friend or a familiar face, but someone you have become incredibly attracted to. She's so much more now. She's a genuine love interest. Your face started to burn with lust. Maybe this sensation wasn't love? Perhaps it's lust at its best and not love at all?

A loud exhale came out of your mouth. All this time looking at her has given you a bit of a boner. You look away and check your surroundings. The private pool has given you all the privacy you'd ever want staring at her, but...Maybe it also provides enough privacy for other stuff too? Again, going against your better judgment, you stepped forward and started to get a closer look. Her body looks fantastic, with the water reflecting all of her unique features. Was she always this beautiful? Her body tightly covered her swimsuit, her brown hair, tanned complexion. Everything about her just looked so perfect!

What you did next, you couldn't help. Her large breasts were sticking out of the water, practically asking to be groped. You reached out and grabbed two handfuls. Her mounds felt like no other pair. Out of the dozens of hookers and strippers you had been to before, she's undoubtedly got the best pair of tits you've ever landed your hands on. You make circles while you gently carcass and grip them. Your throat bobs when you swallow. This is seriously turning you on.

Delilah reacted as fast as you touched her. A small moan left her parted lips, and her cheeks turned to an off shade of pink. You watch her tired face twist, already going into a state of pleasure, despite not being entirely away of what you are doing to her. Your fingers grip as much as they can before they squeeze around her fleshy melons. Her face twists more, and her voice starts to increase in volume. Your face is so warm that you forget about any sense of cold you had before doing this. She feels so good in your hands. How'd a girl like this end up in this part of the world? You exhale and huff. You get closer and start touching her more and more. Yours kneads become slightly more aggressive as you step even closer. Your vision blurs as you think about taking it even a step further.

Tits like hers shouldn't be held back or even remotely disclosed behind any fabric! You grab the collar of her swimsuit and start pulling them down and under her boobs. Despite her skin being somewhat dark, the tan line of her chest makes the pink of her nipples much more contrasting with the form of her body. You now play with her with nothing in-between. Your eyes widen as you moisten your lips. She only looks better!

You pinch her nipples, tweaking them for your pleasure. The silence of the water and the air somehow adds to the moment. You can hear Delilah's quiet moans and your own heart beating. A curse leaves your mouth. But this still isn't enough for you. Delilah finally starts to wake up from the grunting and lewd sensation. Her eye twitches, and she starts to squint. She's greeted with the view of her crush groping her chest with an expression that only is described as sexually flushed.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Delilah's eyes shoot open, and she looks down at her chest. Your hands are placed firmly on both, making odd motions that make her stomach tighten and her head spin. "How long have you been– without asking or–"

Her voice is already breaking into moans. Finally, being awake, she gives the reactions you've been silently hoping for.