Lean in

You lean in towards her, pushing some of her hair out of her face and resting your palm on her cheek, meeting her with a kiss; A little peck at first, but progressing into a longer lip-lock.

You start to pull away from her, biting eachothers lips as you part. "Why don't you come over here?" You half suggest/half demand.

She recognises your order and climbs onto the counter, sitting on the edge facing you now, as she pulls you in for another passionate kiss, wrapping her legs around you and pressing your bulging trouser snake against her soft groin as you start unbuttoning her polo shirt, catching a glimpse down the front of her shirt and noticing her braless breasts while you move your hands towards her flanks and hips, holding her around the waist while she holds you around your neck.

She starts letting out soft moans and gasps for little pockets of air as her breathing gets heavier and slower, you get caught up yourself and start making erotic sound, which she seems to like.

You part again, she hangs onto your lips for a moment before catching her fingers under your shirt and pulling it off, exposing your bare chest as she rubs her hands up and down it, feeling all the grooves and muscle groups, analysing every inch of your torso. To retaliate you move your hands up towards the cuff of her shirt, slipping your fingers in and slowly removing it, paying attention to every detail on her body, every mole, every freckle, every beautiful blemish, and admiring her as you expose her plump breasts to the open air, her nipples hardening, the smell of sex starting to waft through the store. She takes your hands and places them on her chest, asking you to explore her the way she did to you.

You begin to slowly cup and 'play' with her breasts, gently rubbing and fondling her nipples and areolas, seeing what areas get her to make noises and finding out what stimulates her. She grabs the back of your head and starts to pull you in towards her bosom.