See it, touch it

You have to think carefully about the implications again but you have a general idea of what you want. No doubt this level of bravery is boosted by the fact you find yourself not just free but **** to be naked in such circumstances, but the why of it is less important.

“Old rule: when an adult female’s genitals and/or buttocks and/or breasts are uncovered in a public place for whatever reason, anyone can touch the uncovered area in any way with their hands. The only exceptions are punches with a closed fist and actions that would severely disturb the female’s plans or create a dangerous situation”.

You have added the last part in a hope for the world to continue functioning as you know it to in non-sexual matters. However, you are not quite done yet.

“Old rule: when the actions permitted by the above rule bring a female to an orgasm she is expected to reciprocate in a manner chosen by the other person(s).”

You have no doubt you will find out how the new changes have manifested themselves very shortly and you are not wrong. The waiter who passes your table and collects a now empty plate gives your nipple a pinch with his free hand and moves on immediately, seemingly oblivious to the jolt that has gone through your body. You look around again, your excitement growing. The Asian lady in the school uniform seems unaffected (for now at least) but the topless white girl has a visible set of finger prints on her bare breast. Someone must have given it quite a squeeze, but she does not seem to be in any pain. On the contrary, her nipples are definitely stiffer than when you last saw them.

“Excuse me, mind if I get a feel while you’re finishing your coffee?” you hear. One of the guys you saw earlier has now decided you are more interesting than his notes and moved his chair to your table. “Um, where?” you hear yourself say. The question sounds ridiculous in context but it makes perfect sense to him. “Mostly your pussy but let’s keep our options open.” he replies and you cannot really think of doing anything other than moving your chair back a bit to give him the space and opening your legs wider. You put your hands down to your sides for good measure. “Cheers!” He sounds as if you just told him how to get to the nearest underground station. His hand promptly reaches your so recently private area. The only reaction you can notice is from his annoyed study-mate who makes a grimace before going back to his notes.

Almost instantly it becomes quite obvious that he knows much better what to do with his hands than an average guy would back in “normality”. Experience must be a factor. He starts with a few probing feels but realising how wet you are already pushes in without holding back. You slump in your chair, marvelling at the sensation between your legs and the fact itself that you are naked and being fingered by a stranger in a very public place. Your toes curl and your fingers grab onto the chair legs as you throw your head back, breathing heavily, allowing his fingers to run their magic.

Before you are completely overtaken though, you know you must make a choice. You need to get back to work, not to mention you want to see more of the new world. Surely he must let you go if you are running late... Which you will be very soon. But if he continues, you will owe him a favour in return...