She offers herself

"How about I give you a little something to help keep your spirits... and a few other things... up?" She deliberately met my eyes, then look down at my crotch, then gave me a wicked grin. "Promise it's worth your while."

I had some trouble finding a good response to the offer. "That's, uh... but I couldn't... Derek...."

"Don't worry. I'm horny a lot, and he's busy a lot. We've got an arrangement. Free license for me to do what I've gotta do." She licked her lips, still with a merry gleam in her eye. "And who I've gotta do. He knows; I've even brought you up before." She leaned forward again, slowly this time, and hooked a finger in the loose neck of her top, pulling it down and showing even more freckle-dusted skin. "Trust me, Derek doesn't mind. You can even text him and ask. Just don't expect me to wait patiently," she finished in a throaty voice.

There's only one reply to that. "No, I believe you And I'm flattered and ready to go—"

"I can see that," she murmured, giving the rapidly expanding bulge in my pants another look as she got up and came towards me.

"—so let's get going!" I raised my hand to gently cup her breast through her top, letting my thumb trail over the top to brush against her skin. She pushed forward against me and moved her own hand to press hard against my erection.