Vanessa and Marvin

After you take off, the latina promptly goes to wipe her tits with a set of napkins. At the table, she notices local nebbish Marvin taking an extra amount of time refilling his Sunkist across from her. And after a glance at his eyes, the reason why.

Vanessa finishes up wiping the upper swell of her boobs and throws the napkins into a bin with a sigh. "Jeez, Marvin. If you like staring at my naked breasts so much, why don't you just grope me?"

Beaming, the thin young man spills most of his beverage on the floor. "R-really? Th...those...y-your...those melons?"

Vanessa's jaw drops. "Marvin!"

"S-sorry! I mean... I've just always wanted to--to know what they feel like and..."

Vanessa re-composes herself, breathes in, and gestures to her exposed torso. "And I'm saying you can mess with them if you want, today, and only today. Just don't be a slimeball about it."

Marvin nods.

"You know basic manners, right?"

Another nod.

"Good. We should have no problems then."

"Well," Marvin swallows, "how... how about your breasts? Could I..?"

"Oh, those are different," Vanessa waves a non-physical concern away. "Do whatever makes you happy."

If you were next to him, you could practically hear the boner popping. "Anything?"

"Yes," the unflinchingly topless Vanessa confirms. "I don't care. Really. Like I said, it's only today."

After a momentary silence that he seems to wisely cut short, Marvin shouts, "Sweet!" and scampers over to her. With a look of thirst no Sunkist could probably have satiated, he roughly squeezes both her boobs between his fingers and gives them a sniff. Vanessa squirms, patiently. It's hard to say for sure, but the boy may have just wet himself.

She notices two rugged looking guys nudging each other while pointing and laughing at her, and then sees other partygoers giving everything from peripheral looks to hungry stares, and prepares for a long-winded night.