Wendy’s bra fluttered to the cabin floor, and her boobs fell loose for all to see.

Well, for one tinker fairy to see, anyway.

”Umm…” Wendy stammered, wringing her hands together. “Are… are they nice?”

Meanwhile Tink was fluttering with excitement. The springy, tender flesh bounced under her touch, while delicate nipples rose up to meet her curious fingers, pebbling to attention. An awkwardly smiling Wendy flinched from every touch, as if each one was new and surprising.

”I suppose that’s a yES then!” Wendy giggled, as Tink buried her entire palm into her left areola. The flesh was yielding, almost silky to the touch, and perked up the moment she retrieved her hand again. The nipple itself poking into her hand, she calmly massaged the soft flesh, provoking all sorts of moans and awkward shuffles out of Wendy.

”I say, Tinkerbell. That is naughty…!” She bit her lip, meanwhile her right hand was creeping over to her right boob. For Tink’s every fondle, Wendy’s fingers twitched, and suddenly both breasts were being played with at once, and Wendy’s breathing was getting sharper.

Her other hand slid down her waist, hesitating at the hem of her bloomers. “N-no, perhaps I shouldn’t…”

”!” Tink gasped. Fondling was one thing, but exploring every inch of her? That was an opportunity that couldn’t be missed.

Leaving the boobs alone for now - she could always revisit later - Tink lowered herself down and held onto Wendy’s wrist, one tiny hand at either side.

”Tinkerbell…? What’re you doing, dear?” Wendy frowned, as Tink tried to drag her hand across, from the hip to her lap. The hand fell limp, and Tink settled on Wendy’s thighs, pressing it inwards.

”Tinkerbell, dear!” Wendy gasped. “That’s so inappropriate! Not to mention unladylike…”

Tink just put her hands on her waist. All they’d done today, and this was her line? She tilted her head. It made sense, she supposed. But after she got so close, now being unladylike was a problem?

Nodding to herself, an idea grew legs. It didn’t matter if Tink was the ‘unladylike’ one, was it?

Reaching down, she squeezed a tiny hand between Wendy’s thighs and pressed against her mound. Wendy twitched at the mere contact.

”Tinkerbell…!” She stammered, her thighs shaking. “The bra was one thing, but this is perhaps too much…”

Is it though? Tink didn’t know many things, but she knew how to persuade. Lowering herself down and resting on Wendy’s thighs, she sunk her head between them, at the apex of her crotch. The young woman’s musk and heat were emanating from her middle, and Tink wanted in on that.

”Ohh, you sure are a dastardly little fairy,” Wendy looked away from her. But despite herself, her thumbs tucked under the waistband of her bloomers, and Tinkerbell got to see a little bit more of her.