Flirt with David across the table to see how far you can take the public teasing

10:20 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Glasshouse Café, Putney

David's question about how you and Matt met hangs in the air, but rather than answering directly, you decide to see just how far you can push the public teasing. Your bimbo brain finds the idea deliciously naughty.

"Well," you begin, leaning forward so your enhanced D-cups nearly spill from the red crop top, "let's just say we met somewhere... hot."

You slide your foot out of your strappy heel under the table, letting it find David's ankle. His eyes widen slightly as you trace a path up his calf.

"Mia," he whispers, glancing around the busy café, "what are you doing?"

"Just getting comfortable," you giggle, twirling a platinum strand around your finger. Your foot continues its upward journey along his leg. "Don't you wanna hear about me and Matt?"

Sophie arrives with your drinks, setting them down with a curious look between you two. "Food will be right out," she says before retreating, clearly sensing the charged atmosphere.

"So anyway," you continue once she's gone, your voice pitched just loud enough for nearby tables to hear, "Matt was, like, totally impressed with my oral skills."

David nearly chokes on his coffee, his eyes darkening with desire and shock.

"My pronunciation," you clarify with an innocent blink, "in my French class. Where we met."

Your foot now rests firmly against his inner thigh, inching ever higher. The butt plug shifts inside you as you adjust your position, sending a shock of pleasure up your spine that makes your breath catch.

"Are you trying to get me hard in public?" David murmurs, his voice strained.

"Is it working?" you ask, batting your eyelashes.

His answer comes in the form of a hand disappearing under the table to capture your wandering foot, holding it firmly against the growing bulge in his pants. "What do you think?"

A delicious thrill runs through you. The bearded man two tables over is openly watching now, his newspaper forgotten. You give him a little finger wave that makes David turn to see who you're acknowledging.

"You're impossible," David says, but the hunger in his eyes tells a different story. "And you still haven't answered my question about Matt."

You take a slow, deliberate sip of your latte, leaving a perfect pink lip gloss print on the rim. "Matt and I met at a gallery showing. I was modeling."

The lie comes effortlessly, your bimbo brain spinning the tale without effort. "He couldn't take his eyes off me. Said he had to paint me."

David's thumb strokes the arch of your foot, still captured against his erection. "I can see why," he admits. "You're... captivating."

Sophie returns with your food, eyebrows lifting as she notices the intensity between you. "Everything okay here?"

"Perfect," you chirp, withdrawing your foot from David's grip with a final teasing press. "This avocado toast looks, like, amazing!"

As Sophie walks away, you deliberately drop your fork. "Oops!" you exclaim, then bend to retrieve it, making sure to give David a clear view down your crop top at your enhanced breasts.

When you straighten, his pupils are so dilated the brown of his eyes is nearly invisible. His voice drops to a husky whisper. "If you don't stop that, we're not finishing breakfast."

"Promise?" you ask, sliding a strawberry between your glossy lips with deliberate slowness.

David shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "Eat your breakfast, Mia. You'll need the energy for what I have planned after."

10:40 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Glasshouse Café, Putney

[TASK] ROOMIE ROMANCE | Hard | Monday | 1 day, 13 hours, 20 minutes remaining

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