Diana’s shirt gets wet

As Diana walked she couldn’t help but become extra aware of everything around her. All of it was electrifying. The bystanders who were staring unusually low, the murmurs of people from behind as they got a look at her exposed cheeks, her best friend whose hand seemed to be glued to her ass. Every little thing made her hornier and hornier. Despite cumming only a few minutes ago Diana could feel herself getting dangerously close again.

“I knew she was still in there.”, Melissa whispered pinching Diana’s ass cheek harder, “The sluttiest exhibitionist I’ve ever known.”

“S-she never left… I just I-I was BUSY!”, Diana said struggling to keep her composure.

“Busy or not you’ve never said no in the past. What happened, did your boss get it into your head that a job should be more important than in front of total strangers?”

“N-No! I ju-just had bills to pay that’s it. You know ha-ha-have to keep my water on and things.”, Diana was barely keeping it together she didn’t know if she could make it to her apartment at this rate.

“Well if all you want is water here.”, Melissa said pulling out a bottle of water, “I got some nice cold water for OOPS!” ‘Accidentally’ tripped causing water to fly out completely soaking Diana’s shirt. “Oh no I’m so sorry Diana.”, Melissa said in an obvious lying tone. “You can’t walk home in a soaked shirt your just gonna have to take it off.”