...walking strangely straight towards you, holding her dress down

She has her sundress bunched up in her hands, and she keeps looking around furtively, as if she's self-conscious about something. For a minute you wonder if she might have wet herself somehow, gotten her dress wet in the restroom, or did something embarrassing, but as she walks closer you don't see any dirt, water marks, or stains on her dress. She's just acting...oddly...and you're not sure what's up with her.

"Hi baby," she says to you, avoiding eye contact. "Sorry I had to go, but the drive here was pretty long and I didn't have a chance at home, so...anyhow, dinner?"

"Yeah," you say to her, raising an eyebrow. Something is definitely up, but you can't put your finger on it. Does it have something to do with the porno you caught her watching? Maybe, but you can't be sure if, or what. You plate her food and wine, and she stands at the picnic table, fidgeting slightly, **** to sit down.

"What's the matter, baby? Is there something on the seat? We can trade places, if you like," you add. She looks at you mischievously, and you notice something wadded up in her hand.

"No...not exactly..." she hands whatever was in her hand to you. You look, and you see her panties, the crotch of which is slightly wet and sticky.