Lower than expected

I just went along with it, not wanting to argue, but felt some alarm when my sister flagged down another waitress to take a picture.... from below the table. Due to the her petite height, our new camerawoman, standing just below the platform and thus below our chairs was looking below table height. Somehow she ended up standing right before my seat, looking to be checking which angle would work best to get all of us together.

Remembering my precarious state I chanced a glance down, right onto my pussy. The button on the dress was back to laying on my mound, exposing everything below. Just as soon as I decided to use my arms to cover my lap, I felt a pull on my upper body. My mother's voice telling me to come closer was the only warning I had before I was pulled even farther onto the table.

My flimsy attempt to not fall had me clinging to the table, leading one leg to follow my body up, the other holding on to the lower rung of the chair by the tip of my toes. I thought I could hear the wet squelch as my thighs separated. The sudden movement had the dress pulling even further upward, no doubt exposing all of my pussy, the widening grin on the waitress's round face, telling me I was right.

Any hope I had that she would allow me to cover up was lost with the first flash of the phone's camera light. Every click of the camera caused another jolt through me. My body felt hot and I could feel more hot wetness between my thighs.

I soon gave up on any attempt to cover myself, lifting my raised leg even more up onto the seat, an effort I told myself was to be more comfortable, but I could feel the movement spreading my lower lips wide. I idly wondered if the flash of the camera showed how wet and glistening I was inside.

My musings were soon interrupted by our waitress returning with our food on a platter, even though our photoshoot was now over, I was still sprawled half over the table, giving her the same view her coworker had. I saw the exact moment she noticed the view, pausing in her stride, her customer service smile falling, then being replaced with a teeth bearing smile as she stood with the tray, beside our photographer. "Well, what's this all about ?" she beamed.

Liz was quick to gush about being a new influencer and sharing our pictures with the world. At the sound of the word 'world', both waitresses shared a smile and looked back at Liz. The photo shoot was apparently over as soon our orders were deposited and both waitresses ran off with Liz to 'talk business'.

Only after they had all left the table did a gust of wind remind me of my spread open state. Feeling off-balance after my public display I righted myself on the seat. Blinking out of my daze I excused myself to the bathroom, pulling down my dress as I climbed down my chair and shuffling quickly to the bathroom sign.