She spills her drink

“So what are we gonna do about your exhibitionism next?”

When he asked that, she sputtered and lost her grip on the glass, dropping it onto herself. It splashed all over herself. Akira immediately leapt into action, grabbing some napkins off the table. Before she could put them on her, stopped. Futaba looked up at him in confusion, then followed his gaze. He was staring at her white shirt, which had become see-through due to the drink. She looked back up and met his eyes.

“I see.” He said.

“T-two birds with one stone?” She offered. He looked down and brought the napkins up, and started wiping up the drink.

“W-wait, I-ah!” She moaned when he passed over her nipple. She didn’t know if he was ignorant, didn’t care, or was teasing her, but he kept going. He rubbed the napkin over her shirt, and every time it passed over her chest, she gasped. “A-Akira-!” She pleaded. “N-not here!” She tried to protest while also keeping her voice down. She felt her nipples hardening. It just felt...so good...

“Excuse me?”

Both of them turned to see a concerned waitress with their food.

“She spilled some of her drink on herself.” Akira explained without skipping a beat. “Sorry about that.”

“That’s fine.” She said, and set the food down. “Did you need some more napkins, then?”

“Yes please.” Akira said, and the waitress nodded before walking off. Akira resumed rubbing off the liquid, making the intense feeling return.

“S-seriously, you can’t do this h-here...” she said. She didn’t want him to stop, but she also didn’t want to get caught like this. Finally, she gathered her strength and shoved him away. He stared at her, his expression still calm. She sat there breathing deeply, a small amount of drool dripping down.

“Did that help?” He asked, and she looked at him in confusion. “I’d say that’s a part of exhibitionism, right?”

“I-I...” she was trembling as she spoke. “I-I need to go to the bathroom.” She said. Akira nodded and got out of the seat to let her out. She rushed off as he began eating.

Once in the bathroom, she rushed to a stall and sat down, still breathing heavily. She couldn’t get the feeling of him rubbing her chest out of her head. She felt tingles on her chest. She needed to take care of it.

Without thinking, she slipped off her jacket and pulled off her shirt, putting it behind her. She reached up and placed her hands on her chest. She gasped at the touch. She began to squeeze them, imagining that it was Akira’s hands. She pinched one of her nipples, making her moan.

“God...” she whispered. She felt hot down below. She quickly pulled off her shorts, leaving her in just socks and shoes in the stall. She put one hand back on her chest, pinching her nipple hard as her other hand moved down to her pussy. She started to caress it gently, making her moan.

Just before she could get into it, she heard the door open. Immediately, she lifted her feet up and moved the hand on her chest over her mouth.

“Yeah, did you see the way he was looking at me?” A girl said.

“You’re totally imagining it. He was looking at me.” Another girl said.

“Well yeah, look at how you’re dressed. Even I want to slide my hand down that cleavage.” A third said, and they all giggled. Futaba knew she shouldn’t do it, but she was no longer thinking rationally. As silently as she could, she resumed caressing her pussy. She kept her hand over her mouth to suppress the gasps and moans.

“Hey, do you hear that?” One of the girls said. Futaba froze and there was a moment of silence.

“Nah, I don’t hear anything.” She said. There was another moment of silence, then suddenly the door rattled, almost making her cry out in surprise.

“Hmm...is anybody in there?” The girl who had tried to open the door cried out. Futaba decided to keep her mouth shut. “Damn. Guess it’s just a busted door.” The girl said and moved the the stall next to her. Once again, she wasn’t rational, so she once again resumed. The fact that there were other people actually helped further her arousal. She quickly slipped a finger inside her, and tried hard not to let herself be heard as her body lurched. She didn’t notice her clothes tumble onto the floor.

As the girls talked among themselves, she went faster and faster, drool dribbling down her chin as she tried to be as silent as possible. All she could do was picture Akira touching her body, kissing it. She imagined the finger was his, and her fantasy just kept rolling. She felt it coming, one of her fastest climaxes yet. Thankfully, the girls finally seemed to leave, so when it finally came, she took her hand off her mouth.

“A-AKIRAAAAA!!”

She yelled as she climaxed, her cum spraying onto her hand and the seat. She shuddered as it all came out. Once it was done, she looked at the mess she made. She’d have to clean it up. She also really needed to get back to Akira before he got suspicious.

There was just one problem.