Getting settled at the bar

After ordering drinks, Leylah found Emma sequestered in a booth, legs crossed and t-shirt tugged as far down her thighs as it would go.

The Canadian engaged her rival in small talk, ensuring there was a steady stream of refreshments to their table. While Emma would have appreciated some **** to take her mind off things, Leylah knew that it was important to keep her sober, so that she was fully aware of her embrassing situation.

Slipping off her shoes, Leylah placed her bare foot on Emma's calf and slowly moved up her leg.

"Leylah, what are you doing?!" Emma's asked, alarmed, trying and failing to shift Leylah's foot.

"That can't be comfortable, Emma," Leylah smiled, gently pushing against the damp girl's knee, "why don't you uncross your legs?"

"I'm...err...not wearing any underwear," the red-faced Briton replied.

"I know, but no one will see."

"Fine," Emma conceded; anything to get Leylah to stop touching her. She uncrossed her legs, her breath monetarily catching in her throat as her pussy was exposed to the cool air of the bar.

xxx

With Emma beginning to dry out and starting to forget that she was half-naked, Leylah knew it was time to take things up a notch.

"Can you get the next one, Emma?" she asked, casually.

"Sorry, but I don't have any money on me!" Emma replied.

"I'm sure there's something you can do to get some free drinks from them."

After a moments hesitation, Emma's mouth fell open at the suggestion.

"I can't do that! They'll kick us out for sure!"

"Emma, your t-shirt was so wet you were practically naked when you got here," Leylah countered. "Don't you want to live up the your Wet n' Wild slogan?"

"But...fine, I'll do it," Emma squirmed.

Grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, she pulled the garment over her head and dropped it onto the table.

She shivered and instinctively slammed her arms across her torso. She was stark naked in public!

"Nice tits," Leylah commented. "Word of advice: play it cool, you'll have a better chance if you act confident."

Emma shuffled out of the booth and dropped her bare feet onto the cool floor. The damp t-shirt meant that her torso was still wet, so it took even more willpower than usual for Emma to keep her arms down as she padded over to the bar, glistening and shivering under the lights.