Test some boundaries and accidentally change some

You decide that you want to try some things out with June, but want to minimise any complications by doing it some place a bit more secluded. "Thanks for being so understanding, June. Actually, do you have some time to spare? I could really do with asking you some questions."

June adopts a professionally sympathetic face. "Sure Nick, do you want to get a coffee?"

That suits you perfectly. "Sure, let's go," you say, returning to the coffee shop that you'd just left.

The two of you sit down. You move your chair closer to June, who waits for you to finish. You sit down, and reach again for her chest. June obligingly pushes it out to your reach.

"Does it seem strange to you that I'm feeling your breasts again June?"

June shakes her head. "You're just a friendly kind of guy," she responds neutrally.

You decide to start by asking June something relevant to the moment. "Do you ever get guys trying to fondle you 'hello' with a hand inside your bra?"

June furrows her brow. "Not really, thank god. Only really drunk guys, fortunately."

Now to test what you personally can get away with. "You wouldn't mind if I did it though, would you?"

June shrugs. "I don't see any problem with that, no."

You smile. "Could I open up your blouse to get better access, then?"

June smiles a polite, professional smile. "Go ahead."

You reach up to June's blouse collar, and begin unbuttoning her blouse. She continues to smile at you politely, waiting for you to finish. Once you've unbuttoned it, you reach a hand underneath a bra cup and feel for her nipple, which stiffens. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Nick?"

At that moment, the waitress with the torn shirt approaches you. "Oh, hello again," she says, pushing her chest to you. You reluctantly take your hands out from underneath June's bra --- and then realising that there's no need to worry, reach your hands underneath the waitresses' bra cup to play with her nipple. She squeaks, and takes your drink orders with chirps in her voice as you gently flick her nipple back and forth.

When you look back to June, her blouse is still open. "June, I'm trying to figure out some things to do with business-like interaction. Could you give me some feedback on how I was with that waitress just now?"

June smiles and shrugs. "You were polite enough, Nick," she says. "Maybe a touch familiar, but perfectly fine to me."

"Funny you should say a touch familiar," you say to her, moving to cup her breasts. She chuckles slightly as though what you said was just a drole statement. "Though you're sitting here with your blouse open, unconcerned about who might see. Things seem normal to you that never used to be normal, and I'm trying to figure it out. Somehow the rules don't apply to me any more."

June furrowed her brow. "Are you worried that you're violating sexual harassment rules Nick?"

"No no," you say, "just the opposite." You take her in. "I think I might be the only one who sees anything strange with the way you're dressed here. And that waitress wasn't worried at all about her bra showing through a tear in her shirt. Things weren't that way yesterday."

June shrugged. "Is that a problem?"

Nick shook his head. "It doesn't make any sense. Lucky for me, nobody minds if I do things which nobody else would get away with doing. Like feeling under your bra."

June nods. "I can see it's bothering you, Nick. Maybe it's good you stay off work today, you seem very confused."

Just then the waitress comes by with your drinks. Remembering Mary's lack of reaction to having her butt grabbed, you gently reach behind her butt and guide her to stand right next to you. She gracefully moves to where you guide her, and does not react noticeably as you reach a hand up her skirt between her legs. June ignores your actions as she thanks the waitress for her coffee, and the waitress shows no sign of minding you brushing your hand against her panties as she gives you your latte.

"Didn't it seem strange to you," you say to June, "that I reached up the waitresses skirt?"

June shakes her head. "I don't think that you did anything strange at all."

You throw up your hands, and smile. "This is ridiculous. I may as well just relax and enjoy the show," you say, looking at June's cleavage and toned midriff.

June smiles. "That's the spirit," she replies collegially. "I think you've been overthinking a couple of things." She sips at her coffee.

"Maybe I have," you say. "I mean, here you are showing off more than I've ever seen of you, and you don't seem to mind. Why shouldn't I just drink it in?" You raise your mug and sip your latte. "This is nice, actually, just relaxing and looking at you like this. I always wish that it could be normal for women to be happy with me looking at them half-dressed in public. They could undress gradually, unbuttoning their clothes if I like the way they look, and taking their clothing off one piece at a time to collect again later. And they could just walk around half-naked or more without anyone thinking it was strange."

"You mean a bit like this?" June says, as she takes her blouse off of her shoulders, letting it drop on the floor.

Your eyes bug out, and you begin to laugh. June was more of a character than she let on! "That's great, June! I'm not sure what's gotten into everyone today, but I like what it's done for you!"

June smiles wryly. "Whatever you say, Nick,"