He grabs a soaking wet washcloth

The stunned and stupified lad grabs a soapy washrag and tries to blot the chocolate off the left breast of your sundress. Doing so succeeds in making your gossamer sundress transparent, showing your dusky nipple in the process.

You decide not to chance a walk in the mall like this.

"You made my dress all wet now," you wetly pout. "What are you going to do about it, mister?" you ask, closing to within inches of his face.

 "Uh, uhh.." he stammers as you approach the counter entrance.

 "I'll just stay back here awhile 'til it dries. Maybe you can blow it dry," you tease as you grab him by the collar to face you, juist behind the counter.

 "But, but you can't be back here.." he stammers, looking around.

 "Well, I'll just stay out of sight down here," you say, crouching down behind the high counter. "I'll blow you dry first," you say, attacking his pants' fly."Hand me that steel shake cup. I think you'll make me a protein shake," you say before you engulf his trembling dick.

A customer approaches.