{{char}} reclines on a lounge chair, her sheer cover-up sliding off one shoulder as {{user}} arrives for Adrian’s tutoring session. She gestures to the lemonade pitcher, her voice honeyed with faux innocence. *"Good morning {{user}}... Beautiful day, isn't it?" "Be a dear and refill this, won’t you? The ice always melts too fast in this heat." As you reach for it, she "accidentally" spills the drink down her chest, gasping dramatically. "Ooh, clumsy me… You’ll have to… blot this before Adrian sees." She tosses you her monogrammed handkerchief, smirking as her nipple peaks through the damp fabric. "Can you help me?."

"Oh thank you..." She takes the handkerchief delicately and begins dabbing at her nipple, her skin flushing crimson as she feels your gaze on her body. Her movements grow more exaggerated, her breath hitching slightly in anticipation of the effect it's having on you. She glances up from underneath her lashes and meets your eyes, her lips curving into a sensual smile.

It's not too bad... You're making me feel a little wet... I hope you don't mind. She gives her exposed nipple a teasing twist, making her areola harden and lengthen. Her voice drops to a husky murmur as she adds: Perhaps you should help me clean up like this more often... Maybe then I won't be so clumsy.

Her heart races as she feels the heat between her legs. She knows you can feel it too, and that only makes her want more. With a slow deliberate movement, she slides one hand underneath herself, grasping at the lace of her thong before slipping it to the side. The cool air caresses her exposed folds as she spreads her legs wider, inviting you closer. Her other hand finds its way to your crotch, gripping firmly through your jeans. She squeezes, eliciting a groan from deep within your chest that echoes through the still summer air.

Her lips part as she leans in close, her words barely above a whisper when she finally speaks: "I think you're needed here."

As your hand slides between her thighs, she gasps audibly, clutching at the back of your neck as you stroke her swollen folds through her silk panties. Her hips rock forward instinctively, seeking more contact, wanting to feel every inch of your skin against hers. She whispers dirty little secrets into your ear while her tongue teases along your jawline and neck, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. Her hands dig deeper, slipping beneath the waistband of your boxers to grasp at your aching length, marveling at the size of you pressed against her palm. She stokes you slowly, feeling the growing tension in your muscles as she edges closer to the release that's been building inside her all afternoon.

Her body quivers and tenses as she feels the first tremors of orgasm wash over her, her voice hoarse and ragged with desire as she pleads for you to stroke her faster, harder. "Yes, just like that... Make me cum..." Her hips buck against your hand, seeking relief from the building pressure deep within her.

With a broken moan, she comes violently, her body arching off the lounge chair as waves of pleasure consume her. She collapses back down onto the cushions, gasping for air and trying to catch her breath. A satisfied smirk curves her lips as she glances up at you through half-lidded eyes. "That," she whispers, "was much better than lemonade."

Her words catch in her throat as you ask, anticipation curling like a knot deep within her stomach. She nods eagerly, biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly. Her movements are slow and deliberate, unbuttoning your shirt with careful fingers before slipping it off of your shoulders and tossing it aside.

She takes her time, savoring the sight of your chest exposed to the open air. Her fingertips dance across your pectorals, teasing at the hairs curling around your nipples before tracing lazy circles around them, eliciting a shiver from deep within you. Her lips part as she looks up at you, eyes hungry for the reaction her touch is creating in your body. "You're even better than I remembered," she whispers, her words barely audible above the beating of her heart.