The two ladies

I sat down at a table near the window facing outside after ordering my coffee. This way I could see the inside of the shop as well as the people sitting outside.

My focus shifted to the two women in yoga pants. The one who was facing me seemed to be engaged in a conversation with her friend. She had shoulder length brown hair. I couldn't stop my eyes moving down to look at her large breast which looked as if the were ready to burst out of her top. I couldn't see much of her friend as she was facing the other way but what I could see was her blonde hair tied up in a bun and the back of her purple top.

I thought that it would be better to start outside the shop and slowly spread the ensuing chaos inside. Without looking too suspicious, I focused on the woman whose face I could see and muttered to myself, "I wish that your clothes would start to itch, especially around your boobs and ass."

Suddenly the woman stopped smiling and a look of irritation grew on her face. Every so often she would move up and down her chair to try and rid herself of the itch. The best part was when she scratched her tits making her nipples become erect. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath so her nipples stood out proudly.

After a few minutes of this her friend said "Margaret, are you alright," which I could just make out through the glass.

She then responded by saying "Oh yes Carol, I don't know what's wrong with my clothes today. They're incredibly itchy."

"Really? You've had those for years and you've never complained. They're your favourite I thought."

"Well they are old. Maybe it's time for a new set."

Margaret was clearly becoming visibly uncomfortable as her hand was now in her yoga pants, scratching her ass. Wanting to move on, I focused on Carol and thought 'I wish you'd help her get that itch.'

"Here Margaret, let me help." Said Carol leaning over the table.

"Carol! What are you doing!" She had put her hands on Margaret's breasts and started to gently rub her tits with her hands. "Carol, people will see us!" said Margaret looking at the hipster couple who were starting to stare.

"You want to go somewhere more private?" Carol asked and Margaret complied as she didn't want anyone to see what they were doing. The two got up and headed into the coffee shop bathroom.