As your hands find themselves full of soft breasts, you realize this must be her way of encouraging you. Plenty of lasses don't want to admit they want it, often with good reason. So an "accident" like this and then she lets you do your worst. She gets to feel she is still a good girl and not some cheap slut, and you get to feel you owe her a favor, a big one. The system has much advantage for her.
Advantage to you too since you are going to have a very good time before your meal. Your hands start exploring her front as well as back. You feel her stiffen, but she does not try to fight, nor says anything. Anything that can be called language anyway. Her whimpers can mean most anything.
They don't mean stop for you and you continue to caress a divine figure. Her nipples harden under your attentions and you slowly work your way lower.

As you start to fiddle with her belt, you consider if some love talk is in order...