Giving a Free Show

Lauren removes her blazer and hangs it over the back of her chair. As she talks to Dave and sips her coffee, you have her roll her shoulders and take deep breaths, so Dave can keep stealing views of her luscious orbs in her lacy white bra. Thanks to your previous meddling, Lauren is completely unaware of her predicament and just goes on chatting and sipping her coffee while Dave hides his embarrassment for his arousal. He is waging a mental war with himself. Does he tell Lauren, or has he waited too long, and she'll think he's a pervert. Will she think he is more of a pervert if he waits longer?

Lauren's cell phone goes off, and she reaches into her pocket and looks at the number on the screen. "I have to take this," she says, and thanks to you, she gets up and walks to the big window looking out into the street. You put an itch on her knee, and as she bends to scratch it, the rip in her skirt opens wider, giving Dave a better view of her panty-clad ass. Dave now has a raging hard-on.

The bell above the coffee shop jingles, and a woman in her late twenties walks in. She is wearing black yoga pants and an over-sized light blue t-shit. Her thick auburn hair is in a pony tail, and she is on *her* cell phone. She notices Lauren, still bent and scratching her knee and showing the world her panties. The woman looks at Dave who looks at her with fear, and she knows he has been ogling the poor woman with the hole in her skirt. She glares at Dave and starts to walk towards Lauren.