Nothing. Zero, zip, nada. He had thought that maybe the carnival atmosphere might make the girls more receptive to his charms, but that had not been t...e case. Like every other Saturday night since puberty, Steve found himself womanless. Women found his charms, his lines, his deodorant and aftershave, in fact every thing about him, eminently resistible. Even Fat Ginny, who, rumor had it, slept with ANYONE, had turned him down with the old "Let's just be friends." line. Steve looked at the brass. At first I thought it was only a natural place to move her hand, but when I could see the fingers squeeze that perfectly-shaped mound I knew better. The hand continued to fondle that breast, slowly and firmly giving herself the pleasure of her own touch upon the obviously sensitive skin.What was she doing? She wasn't about to get sexually stimulated out here in the forest, was she? My heart practically pounded as I saw the other hand come up and grab the left breast and begin to squeeze.. She straightened up, smiled at me, and went back to the bathroom.“Don’t you want to talk to her?” I asked.She stopped in the doorway. “I will when you’re done.” For a second, she lingered there. I would have said posing, but I wasn’t sure. Her smile grew brighter and then she quietly stepped into the bathroom and pushed the door to.I blinked when the door clicked shut and shook my head slightly. Something about the way she looked at me caused me to stare like a deer caught in headlights. I. She absent-mindedly bit one lip and then parted them. She licked her lips and reached with one hand to play with her hair while another began to slowly caress her stomach and then, her cunt through her dress.This went on for minutes and it was my turn to be mesmerized. This woman's ability to be sucked into the delight, the gift of the moment was a catharsis for me. To give in to lust, to love, she had what I had lost. Then, for a moment, it was broken. A look of embarrassment spread across her.