You are in a restaurant.

You can't believe you are letting her do this, but your girlfriend is nothing but persistent as she slides her hands in your dress, cupping your bra in her palms.

"Ashley, we are in a restaurant!" You squeak out, trying not to look down at the floor. But it's hard not to when she just looks up at you with those big blue eyes of hers, like she's telling you that no one else is here, that they're alone, and you want to be kissed by her right now.

"So? They don't matter right now, don't you want to just focus on me alone?" She asks sweetly, her voice sensual, her face only inches away from yours. Her lips are so soft; you could kiss them and never get enough. Your fingers twitch towards hers. Your body yearns for her touch as if it was starved or something. "Just concentrate on me."