Things heat up at the table

Abbie watched Becky go, and then said to Jake, "it's getting warm in here, isn't it?"

Jake looked around. More customers were coming in, and the place was getting a bit busy and loud. "Yeah, it's heating up."

Abbie saw the other customers, but she meant her own internal body temperature. Between Jake and Becky, Abbie was overcome with stimulation. "Maybe some water will help." She reached for her glass of water, and took a sip.

"Sure, that'll cool you down, I think."

She took another sip, and as she did, Jake swiftly put his hand directly onto her pussy under the table. Abbie was startled, and as her body twitched, the water glass moved away from her mouth a bit, and a splash went straight down her chest.

"Oh, gosh," said Abbie, looking at her shirt. It was a white linen shirt, which meant just a small amount of water would make the material relatively transparent. And she had managed to dump nearly half the glass on herself.

Instinctively, she went to wrap her cardigan over her chest, but Jake interrupted. "You just said you were really warm. I know the spill was an accident, but don't you want to maybe leave that open to the air to help you cool off?" He fingered the top of her pussy through her skirt.

Abbie looked at him and bit her lip. She nodded. "That's a smart idea, Jake." She pulled the cardigan open again. Jake saw that the water spill covered her entire right breast and half of the left. She had a pink floral bra underneath, which was completely visible through the wet shirt. The water continued to seep into the shirt, and more of her left breast was becoming apparent.

"I hope you don't mind, Abbie, but I'm kind of staring. I can see your bra through your shirt. Everyone can. Is it okay if I look at you this way?"

"Sure, Jake. I mean, it's my fault I spilled the water. And the fact that I'm wearing a bra is normal. Most women do. I guess I don't see the big deal."

"Well, if I'm being honest," said Jake, pressing his fingers into her pussy again, "it's a bit of a turn-on. Wet shirt. Cute bra. My fingers touching you under the table. Public restaurant." With each phrase, Abbie's breaths heaved, causing her chest to rise and fall. If anything, this was drawing even more attention to her wet shirt.

"But you like this, don't you, Abbie?"

She smiled, but didn't say anything.

"I asked," said Jake again, "if you like this, Abbie."

She looked at him. "Yes, Jake. I like this. I know you wouldn't ask me anything that wasn't what you wanted. I'm happy if you're happy."

Jake smiled and shook his head. He pulled his hand off of Abbie's skirt and looked at her. He spooned a bit of sugar into his coffee, stirred it, and drank. Abbie sat there, still breathing heavily, her wet shirt still on prominent display. She also went back for her coffee, smiled back at Jake, and took a sip.