He asks to touch her skirt

Jake inched a bit closer to Abbie. The table obscured anyone's view of either of them below the midsection, but public is still public. Jake got nervous just thinking about it. He looked at Abbie, who was engrossed in the menu. Then he spoke.

"Abbie," he said quietly. "Can I touch your leg?"

She glanced up at him quickly. "Sure!" she said cheerfully, and returned to the menu.

He lowered his left hand under the table, and touched the hem of her skirt, which lay at her knee. He traced his fingers up her leg, over the skirt, until her reached the top. His hand shifted across her waist, and his fingers teased ever so lightly about moving down toward her pussy.

Jake pinched Abbie's upper thigh, right at the joint with her hip. His fingers were less than an inch from the top of Abbie's pussy. He pulled the material of the skirt between his fingers, pressing Abbie through the skirt. Through the material, he could feel the hem of her panties, and even though that second layer of material, he thought he felt a small amount of what would have been her pubic hair underneath.

Just then, Becky returned with coffee. "Here you go, folks. Here's cream and sugar. Are you ready to order?"

Jake looked at Abbie, who was definitely distracted by Jake's hand under the table.

"Ooh," she said, half about the food and half about Jake's hand. "I'll have the --" Jake pressed his fingers down on her, through her skirt and panties, to the top of her pussy, and Abbie let out a little squeal. She swallowed. "Excuse me! I'll have the mushroom and Swiss omelette, please." On the word "please," Jake squeezed her again, and the pitch of her voice shot up. Abbie's eyes opened wide. Becky looked at her, unsure of what might have caused her voice to do that, but then shifted her focus to Jake.

"And you?"

Jake said, "I'll have the scrambled eggs with sausage, please." He gave Abbie another squeeze, and she quivered a bit.

"Thanks, I'll have all of that right out to you." Becky took their menus and walked away.

Abbie looked at her coffee, and picked up the small container of cream. As she began to pour cream into her coffee, Jake lowered his fingers closer to her pussy, and pushed them down into her, causing Abbie to jolt her hand a bit and some of the cream landed on the table. "Ohhhh," said Abbie, again about half regarding the cream, and half regarding Jake's hands on her pussy.

Jake looked around. "We don't have any napkins." The pool of cream began to dribble across the table, which must have been at a very slight incline. If no one stopped the small river of cream, it would soon land in Abbie's lap.

Jake called out, "Excuse me, Becky? Could we get a few napkins, please?"