Move your arm

Dennis set down his beer and faced Lauren. Lauren couldn't look him in the eyes. She felt exposed, humiliated and vulnerable, and kept hunching over and covering.

"Uh... if you want me to touch you, don't you have to move your arm?" Dennis said, staring at the arm over Lauren's chest.

"...Okay, but don't look!" Lauren commanded.

"You don't want me to look at your boobs, but you want me to touch them?" Dennis asked.

"I mean, don't stare!" Lauren said, totally flustered. "Just grab them as soon as I move my arm. And don't linger, just a touch and you're done!"

"Okay!" Dennis said, confused but very excited.

Lauren, letting out a shaky breath. Forced herself to stand up straight before Dennis. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to move her hand and expose her breasts!