Sure!

They met at a coffee shop with high standing coffee tables. Aaron should have scoped a place out where he could see her tits and let the view marinate for later. He ordered first and walked to find an open area. Elise took her time deciding what would be best for studying.

Her order placed, she stepped to the side to wait for their drinks. The bustling choreography behind the line drew her in. The pause in action brought her thoughts to where Aaron was seated.

“Elise!” The barista screamed out. She whipped her back and body followed half-second later.

-bump-

Her chest met the barista’s hands holding her coffee. Innocently she thanked them and walked towards Aaron. From his view he watched Elise’s every step and jiggle.

His book bag covering his hard-on. She smiled and she handed his 2 sugar 2 cream coffee. Steaming, visible a hundred feet away he knew not to sip. Elise went with an iced coffee. She smiled at him and his eyes were actually on hers! She raised her drink to meet her lips as Aaron imagined real-time she was going in for the kiss.

The contact from earlier was revealed to the patrons within as the liquid spilled downward. The lid proved no longer secured to her cup. The dribble poured down her zippered cardigan.

“Oooo” in shock from the frozen contents marching south on her skin. She unzipped and reached for a napkin. Aaron humped in his chair watching her breasts come to light. Dabbing her bra and the tops on what they held, she didn’t know she had an audience of about 10. Next she scooped a titty up allowing her napkin to absorb the drops further down. The pigment of her areola peaked for no more than a millisecond.

He came! Pressing against the flimsy, empty backpack. He needed to hide. He couldn’t face her with such embarrassment.

An Ill fated attempt to help, he pulled a napkin out to help, tipping his own drink onto his lap.

Apologies wrong from both sides.

Elise felt it was her fault. Aaron knew it was his fault. Her guilt was the key to move their relationship forward.