Jerk off under the table?

I could never stop myself when an opportunity presented itself to jerk off a little. Under the table, my hand lowered the zipper of my shorts slowly, and pulled my hard cock out. I slowly and lightly stroked it as I stared at the glass on her neck and chest and watched the water drip, drip, dribble down into her cleavage. I loved how the water trickled along the very faint wrinkles of her boobs.

She opened her eyes and looked across the table at me and I quickly brought my gaze up to her face and stopped stroking, my breath caught in my throat. She smiled at me slightly and closed her eyes again, this time moving the glass down further and actually back and forth over her breasts. As she slowly did this left and right and left and right I could see her nipples begin to harden under her bikini top enough that I could see their outline clearly now!

What the? Was she teasing me on purpose? Did she know I was jerking off to her under the table? Looking at her hard nipples got me so hot that I could blow a load at any second but now I was incredibly nervous.