A Little Spill...

As Sarah is about to take your glass you get an idea.

"Whoops."

You clumsily spill the wine on Sarah's white shirt, you can see her nipples harden through it as the cold liquid stimulates her breasts.

"I am so clumsy..." you say as you wipe at the wine with your hand as if it will do something. Your hand brushes her breasts, you can feel their natural softness and you do your best to keep from getting hard.

"I can't go home with wine on my shirt Mr. Doe, my dad would kill me."