More teasing and a challenge for Scarlett on the way to the bathroom

You move your hand back between Scarlett's denim-clad thighs and, before she can close her legs, you cup her mound. She moans slightly, face red again from embarrassment, and you lean in and kiss her neck. She turns her head in against you, but you won't allow her to escape. You squeeze her mound again and let your kiss wander up to her earlobe.

"Please," she gasps. "We're going to get in big trouble."

"That's the idea," you whisper directly into her ear. "I know you like this. I can feel the heat through your jeans."

"Ohhh," she moans as you give her another squeeze.

Remembering the old man watching from before, you move your hand from between her legs and up to her shirt. You squeeze her breast roughly and bite at her neck. You can feel her hard nipple straining beneath her shirt, pressing into the palm of your hand.

"I know he's watching," you whisper and mash Scarlett's titflesh in your hand. "That's good. Do you want some privacy now?"

"Yess," she hisses.

You release your grip on her breast and sit up straight beside her in the booth. You gently turn her chin so she is facing you and stare deeply into her smouldering green eyes. It's clear how bad she wants it.

"I want you to get up from the booth and go the bathroom," you say. "To the men's bathroom. And wait for me. I'll give you exactly what you need."

She nods and starts to get up, but you grab her hand and pull her back. You kiss her. A long, intense kiss with your lips apart and your tongues intertwined. When you separate the fire of passion is practically an inferno in those eyes.

"Take off your top," you say and repeat it when she looks confused. "Take it off. Do you understand? I want you to walk back to the bathroom, like I said, with your breasts bare."

"I can't--"

"You must," you say. "It's a short walk. No one to see you but me and that old man."

She casts her gaze over to him. He is pretending to read the menu and drink his own cup of coffee, but it's a poor attempt. His face is red and he has clearly been watching everything that has been happening.

"Are you afraid?" you ask. "Do you think that old man has a camera?"

"No," she says and she looks directly at him now.

You can see she has made up her mind, her doubt replaced with a sultry smile as she slides out of the booth. She discards her jacket on the seat beside you and, with only a moment of hesitation, she untucks her shirt from the waist of her jeans and pulls it up and over her head. The old man's eyes go wide as he stares at her naked flesh. Scarlett tosses the shirt back to you, staring at him, challenging him to say or do anything as she covers her breasts with her hands.

Scarlett looks back at you, her face flushed with excitement at what she is doing, her smile confident, but you can see she is trembling. She lowers her hands, exposing her bare breasts and straining, pink nipples to the old man and anyone else who might walk into the diner.

She is terrified to be exposing herself this way and the slight shiver in her arms turns you on more than anything else. She walks with purpose towards the bathroom at the back of the diner. Her course takes her past the old man's table. He is ogling her openly now, a dumb grin on his face as those two magnificent tits comes his way, close enough to touch, and then pass him by.

Scarlett finally reaches the bathroom doors just as the waitress returns with your coffees. The middle-aged woman sees you sitting there with a pile of clothes in your lap, but misses Scarlett as she disappears into the men's bathroom.

"Where'd she go?" asks the waitress, setting the coffees on the table.

You jerk your head towards the bathroom.

"Oh," the waitress arches an eyebrow. "And I bet nature is calling you as well. Just don't make any messes or I'll have to get the manager."

She winks at you before departing back to the kitchen to leave you and the flabbergasted old man in the diner. He looks at you with that same stupid grin on his face.