[Her fingers trace along his skin, pulling his shirt up 'til buttons are a problem and she works a few of the bottom ones free without taking her lips off of him. The kiss is simmering, a few notches up from slow but deliberately thorough. Needy, as well. Gyrations of her hips against his shift and change, feeling out what's best and ending up grinding against one of his thighs before she straddles him properly.
She leans back despite the cold, peeling her shirt up her midriff while catching her breath. At first it stops under the bust, but one gulp of air and she pulls it higher without fully removing it; showing off a plain black bra in the process. It's then she dips back down for another session of liplock.]