Rebecca turns around

Then it happens, almost as if in slow motion. Rebecca turns around and faces you head on. She's stopped trying to cover her breasts, which are as amazing as you'd imagined they would be. They hang, heavy on her chest, a firm C-cup with half-dollar sized areolas. Her nipples are standing fiercely at attention in the cool night air.

You tear your gaze away from Rebecca's tits and take in her stomach. Flat, toned, but also squeezable. Her luscious legs you know from that glorious upskirt on her birthday, and your eye catches the adorable mole on her lower thigh.

She's baring her breasts to you, but both hands remain clasped over her pussy. You remember the fuzzy black pubic hair from earlier but can't catch a glimpse right now. Still, the sight before you makes you instantly hard, and you're worried you'll literally cum on the grass just standing there. In your haze, and in Rebecca's obvious state of humiliation, it doesn't even occur to you to be embarrassed.

Snap out of it, you tell yourself. Let's get on with that plan.