A bar/cafe

She passed a bar/cafe that looked more or less empty. She rushed inside and took shelter in a dining booth style seat. The tall back shielded her from view from others inside, but she was seated next to a large window. Luckily, it was a bit smudgy, so hopefully pedestrians couldn't spot her.

She was just catching her breath when a waiter showed up. She quickly pulled the drinks menu up to her chest and held it there. The waiter was a local man in his 30's. He was a little suspicious but tried not to show it. Julie quickly ordered the firsr thing she had glanced from the menu and the waiter went off again. Before he returned, Julie heard the door open again. That sound was followed by the murmuring voices of a large group of tourists. One voice rose above the rest.

"Alright! This is the final stop of the pub crawl. The first round is on me, but you a welcome to stick around afterwards!"

Julie looked back from her booth. That sure was a large, large group. After receiving their drinks, they fanned out across the bar. One group stood at a tall table basically right next to her. Julie held the menu close to her chest. Her order arrived too, a large and sweet drink. She backed herself into the corner, almost up against the glass. She had her legs crossed, the menu almost wrapped around her. Then, a few more pub crawlers suddenly turned up next to her.

"Mind if we sit here? All other seats are taken."

"Uhh yeah sure!" Julie said. Why did she say that?!

The group sat down. It was a mixed gender group, two boys, two girls. From the way they interacted they seemed to be couples. They all looked vaguely mediterranean, but spoke English with one another and she could not really place their accents. The girls sat on Julie's side, the boys on the other. At first they sort of ignored her, which Julie was totally fine with. At one point, she even felt safe enough to take a few sips of her drink. It tasted good, a little bit like ice tea. Things went alright until she placed the glass down a little too hard.

"Hey, my name is Rosa by the way. Are you here on holiday too?" The girl next to her said.

"Oh uh yeah I am. Just a solo trip."

"Ahh so cool! We went here for a bit of a booze holiday but this place is actually super nice. We were looking to meet some more people too."

Rosa had a warm, inviting smile. Her eyes did wander from Julie's face for a moment, but she held her composure. They chatted for a bit. Slowly, Julie began to feel a little tipsy. Her drink didn't taste like it but it must have been pretty strong. At a certain point, Rosa suddenly leaned in a bit and whispered:

"Are you naked or am I seeing this wrong?"

Julie looked at her with fearful eyes, and then nodded timidly.

Rosa smiled brightly and leaned in again.

"How... exciting," she said seductively before carrying on the conversation like before. She introduced the others in her group. While she did so, she placed her hand softly on Julie's thigh. The touch sent tingles through her body. Julie greeted the others, now feeling more and more eyes on her. She was still wearing nothing but a menu, otherwise shielded only by the table itself. The group ordered another round of drinks, including for Julie.

A while and two drinks later, Julie felt herself getting a bit sloppy with her covering up. Luckily, nobody else seemed to have noticed so far. Well, except for Rosa. She was sitting right up against Julie as the bench barely had space for three. Julie could feel her touch her thigh again. It was a slow and cautious movement, as if expecting Julie to stop her. But Julie didn't stop her. Part of her did not want to lose her secrecy, part of her was curious to see where this was going.

As the conversations in the bar grew louder and it became more and more crowded, Julie's hopes for an unseen escape crumbled. Slowly, Rosa's hand moved up her thigh. Julie, who had held her legs tightly together, now loosened them up. She gently and only slightly parted her legs, and Rosa's fingers snuck over to her inner thigh. That sensation alone made Julie blush and stutter, but she could blame it on the ****.

Then, there was a soft brush of her fingers against her labia. Julie spasmed slightly at the touch, her breath skipping a beat as she tried to continue her story. All eyes at the table were on her, she had to contain herself.