He calls the lads back

“Hey boys” he suddenly calls out, and the two lads who are a few steps ahead stop and turn. The look on their faces is the same one of surprise and worry that appears over Felicity’s face at the same time. “Don’t worry, nothing’s wrong” he assures them.

“We was only joking, nothing else” one of them starts to explain, still clearly concerned that somehow they are in trouble, “but well, you know, she don’t…” he trails off, aware that there are people walking past them who can hear their conversation.

“I know, and isn’t it a lovely sight” the older man continues, then he takes a step to close the gap between him and the two younger men, pulling Felicity gently along with him, “and she is so fucking wet” he whispers as he leans close to them.

Felicity blanches as she makes out what he has just said to them, and given what has already happened today, she starts to consider that this conversation is going somewhere that will most likely involve the two boys getting more than a look up her dress.

“Fuck, really?” one of the boys stares directly at Felicity, causing her to look down, unable to make eye contact with him as they continue to discuss her current state of arousal. And she realises she is aroused, that as embarrassed as she is, as worried about being in public without any underwear, she is finding it also strangely exciting. Much to her shock she realises that when he said she was wet, he wasn’t wrong!

“Oh yes, I bet her juices are running down her thighs even now” he whispers just loud enough for Felicity to hear. Again the two boys look her way, but the looks on their faces have changed from worry to excitement as they clearly start to wonder why this man is telling them this, what it is he might have in mind. It’s the same thoughts that run through Felicity’s mind as well, as she stands waiting, and as he predicted, feels her wetness spreading down her thighs under her short little dress.