The knot of your sundress' halter is undone

Your nipples harden as your boobs are exposed to the cool A/C. She has unknotted your halter and it now lays in your lap.

You hear the stifled gasps from two old men. They had been walking the mall to beat the unseasonable heat when they saw you two feeding each other. They sat in the seats that effectively blocked anybody walking by from seeing what was going on at your table. Of course, there was still Lawrence. And he was attentive as usual.

Before you could say anything about your topless state, she shoveled a large, messy scoop into your little mouth. Good portions of topping slopped onto your twin peaks. After feeding you another healthy portion to assure your silence, she bends across and wantonly licks the drippings off. Spittle running down your firm young teats, she continues still, making eye contact with both Lawrence and the wide-eyed old men as she reaches your stiff coral nipples, seemingly a mother nursing on her daughter.

The old men groaned more loudly, loosening their pants, knowing no outsiders could see.

The raven-tressed woman lifts her own small shirt, dropping topping on them.