Let's just say Jamie gets what she wanted.

Stepping out of the house, her messenger back with her wallet over one shoulder and internally cursing the lack of pockets in her dress, Jamie was surprised how hot it was already. This summer seemed to be dead set to break some temperature records... The short trip down to the beach front wasn't enough to cause the futa to sweat, partly because her short, navy blue dress was so fluttery that even the slightest breeze helped cool her down. But that wasn't the only thing the wind did - only now did Jamie realize that the tip of her dick was not very far from the hem of the dress, and one unlucky gust of wind would unveil it to everyone who would happen to be looking. The thought made Jamie's heart race, but not in fear. Instead, she felt weirdly excited at the prospect of giving everyone a free show.

Jamie's cock twitched and engorged slightly, forming a barely noticeable bulge in her dress. The futa had to stop for a second and take a few deep breaths to calm herself down before continuing, but she wasn't quite successful, Jamie's cock still tingling and throbbing ever so softly. But no one would actually notice, right? The dress wasn't tight enough to make the decidedly unfeminine organ obvious to a casual onlooker. Although Jamie would have preferred if it had been a bit tighter up top. As it was, the garment barely accentuated her chest, the high neck line not helping either. Maybe Jamie could get her mother or Micaela to go shopping for something a bit... different.

Thinking about what she would like to wear now that her body was so very different, the futa soon reached the cafe at the beach, which was already filled with students and other young people talking and enjoying their breakfast. Thankfully, the line was short and there were still a few tables left, so Jamie didn't have to wait long to be served. But the cool, air-controlled room only reminded the futa how easy it would be to be exposed to all these people - a gust of wind when someone opened the door, a patron rushing by her and blowing up her skirt or even a person slipping and getting a free show would be enough. Not too long ago, Jamie had thought going commando was a stupid idea, now she knew that it was much too exciting not to. The futa felt blood rush into her dick, the shaft swelling and lengthening towards the hem of her dress. If this continued, her cock head would poke out!

Jamie took a deep, shuddering breath and moved her messenger bag over her crotch - as exciting as it was to think about getting caught, the resulting commotion would mean her getting thrown out if she was lucky and arrested for indecent exposure if she wasn't. Both would mean that Jamie wouldn't get breakfast, and after her mother's antics in the morning, the futa was starving. So she pressed her messenger bag into her growing boner and tried to ignore the sensations from her crotch, a soft blush creeping on Jamie's face as her pussy slowly began to moisten. When she finally reached the counter, her cock was almost at full mast, her snatch almost squelching with every step, and Jamie's lips parted slightly as pleasure radiated out from her groin.

"Hiya, sugar, what can I getcha?" A freckled brunette whose name tag read 'Jess' asked, a southern twang unmistakable in her voice.

"Uh, ah, yeah, I'll have the--mngh! The breakfast menu A, please," Jamie stuttered, unable to fully stifle a moan.

"Comin' right up! But, uh, are you feeling alright?"

"S-sure, just, uh, a cramp..."

"If you say so..." Jess answered, looking at Jamie with a hint of suspicion that sent a tingle down the futa's spine which culminated in an excited twitch from her cock, pressing the stiff shaft against her bag. Jamie paid, struggling a bit with just one hand free, and Jess continued: "Alright, here's your receipt with your order number, we'll call it out once your food is ready. Feel free to take a seat!"

Jamie squeaked something affirmative and quickly retreated to one of the more remote tables in a corner, sitting down with her left arm still pressing her bag against her cock so it didn't stick right up. As it was, the head almost reached her knees - with her dress barely covering them, one wrong move risked exposing her throbbing rod to the patrons. Jamie's heart beat in her throat, and she could feel sticky wetness slowly dripping down her ass crack. If this went on, her dress would surely stain, but the desperately aroused futa was unable to focus on anything but the drooling emptiness an the throbbing need between her legs. Calming down seemed impossible. At least the somewhat loose fit of her dress now worked in her favor, almost completely concealing her stiff nips.

While she waited for her food, Jamie bent over slightly and continued forcing her messenger bag down onto her crotch, the memories of the last day and this morning dancing before her mind's eye, the nude forms of Micaela and her mother adding fuel to the fire of her lust. Through the pink haze clouding her mind, Jamie barely noticed the chiming bells as the door to the cafe opened. The futa raised her head and saw...