The Flow & the Fowl

I was pretty non-responsive. I sat there and watched the people around me. When women showed up, everything was normal. They shook hands, maybe hugged. But when a guy showed up, he would always reach over with at least one hand and grope a tit. Get in about 2 or 3 good kneads, then back off. And it happened no matter what. I saw one guy who was clearly only a teen walk up and grope a woman in her 60s while he hugged her; my best guess would be she was his grandmother! A pair in business suits shook with the right hand while his left groped her right boob. A guy joined two women at a table by groping them both, one in each hand.

"So what do you think?" asked Mary, causing me to shake myself and realize I was being addressed.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't listening," I replied sheepishly, trying to be normal.

"Typical, you invite me for a drink then space out," she said mockingly. "I said, do you think you tell David about your major? He still has to pick one."

"Oh, sure," I replied. I still saw groping going on out of the corner of my eye, but I focused on the two at my table. "Well the thing is..."

"Excuse me," came a voice to my right. "Sorry to interrupt, but would you like anything else?" said the waitress. She was pointedly looking at David, who unlike Mary and myself had no cup in front of him. David looked over at her and grabbed a hold of her right boob, a firm looking D which was pressing against her blouse as she bent over slightly.

As he let go, I realized that whatever was going on, I was now the weird one. I quickly thrust my hands at her chest figuring that if this suddenly went back to normal I could at least get a good feel of her full chest.

"So I'll have a late," David said, not responding to my grope at all. I was taking a good feel, way more than I had seen anyone else do, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh under my hands. I even squeezed and lifted a bit, crossing the line from a simple grope into a full on fondle. Her nipples were rock hard under my hands. She was blushing, and I think she was pushing herself into my hands a bit, but otherwise was paying attention to David.

"So a smal-ll Late, then?" she asked to confirm, her voice hitching slightly as I brushed across he nipples, which were so hard they were showing through her bra. Still no response, and I didn't see anyone looking at me weird either, although I was at this point way past anything I had seen going on around me. "Alright, I'll get that for you in a moment," she continued, is a very breathy voice. I was rock hard in my jeans.

"So what were you saying?" asked Mary, bringing me back to myself. My hands froze, and I thought I heard a slightly frustrated groan from the waitress. She didn't move to stand up or go away though, but I now felt very sheepish. I pulled my hands away from her chest...

...Or tried too. My ring was caught on something. Looking sheepish now, I twitched it trying to free it. Unfortunately she stood up at that exact moment, and there was a tearing sound. The front of her shirt ripped free, pulling hard enough for a couple buttons to pop off but also opening a square of cloth partway down her front, creating what was essentially a boob window in her shirt as her left bra-encased tit was placed on full display.

"I'm sor..." I began.

"I'll be right back with your order sir," she said simply, and making no move to cover up her exposed breast, or indeed giving any reaction to what I had done to her shirt, she headed back to the main counter.

"Hello space cadet," said Mary. She waved a hand in front of my face. "Look, if you don't want to give a pitch or anything just say so."

"Yeah, really. I don't want to make you if you aren't interested. It's just that I was thinking about joining up and since you were here anyway..." Said David.

"Umm, ...Sorry," I said. "I guess I am a bit distracted. Look, I was actually supposed to get to work anyway..."

"Here is your drink sir," said our waitress, setting David's Late in front of him. She hadn't straightened up at all, and her exposed tit swayed deliciously as she spoke. "Will there be anything else?"

"Look, I'm sorry about the shirt..." I said hastily.

"What about it?" she asked. "Did I spill something," she said, looking down at it. She tilted side to side, which to me just showed off the contrast between her clothed and unclothed tits, looking for stains. "It looks ok. Was it a fly or something?"

"I mean about the... chest area," I said, trying again.

"Oh that. Don't worry sir, that's fine," she replied looking relieved. "It still looks OK. I'll just change after my shift, like I always do."