Maybe she needs toweling off too

After getting most of the mess on the floor cleaned up, you look Lin over. She is still standing frozen in the same spot where she spilled the soda. Drops are still dripping from her face, blouse, and skirt.

You grab another paper towel and come towards her. “Let me get you cleaned up,” you say as you wipe the Coke off her face. You start trying to soak the liquid out of her shirt, your hand starting on her shoulders, but it slowly moves down towards her breast. You can feel as you move your hands down that she’s not wearing a bra beneath her shirt and as you slowly rub her slight mounds, you feel her nipple become quite long and hard.

She’s still held in place, but her breathing has picked up a little bit. You continue dabbing up the coke on her blouse until you reach the top of her skirt. As you glance up, you see that her face has a distant, glazed look to it.