Tank top, no bra, and loose shorts with no panties.

"Did you bring that tank top that I like?" you ask. Jess smiles.

"Yeah, but for wearing around the room. I'm not going onto the beach in that," she says, putting her hand on her hip. You sidle closer to her, wrapping your arms in a hug before letting your hands settle atop the rounded curve of her ass. You feel her breath quicken and smile.

"Please?" you ask, and she gasps as your hands slide up the shirt behind her. You try not to let her feel your response to her soft, smooth skin as your fingers trace the contours of her spine. You stiffen, surprised at how little it took to get a reaction. Soon your fingers touch the clasp of her modest, comfortable bra and with a practiced flick, Jess gasps as she feels the garment relax, slipping away from her.

"You sneaky fuck," she moans as your hands trail over her toned abs, lingering just below the now loose bra. "I'm not wearing that tank top out so you can stare at my tits all day," she mutters, but her own hands are slipping, and you feel her thumbs catch in your pockets in a tacit allowance of your foreplay. You slide your right hand under the left cup of her now useless bra, and fill your fingers with her firm breast. You massage the tissue gently, avoiding her nipple at all cost, but knowing that it will be hard.

"Please?" you ask again, and Jess moans again as your left hand joins the right in delicately groping her young chest. Jess quivers slightly as you increase the pressure slightly, both in the request and in your insistent manipulation of her boobs. After a few minutes, you simply reach down to pull off her shirt. Jess raises her arms and shrugs off her bra. Her eyes find yours, half-open and she shakes her head.