"Hmmmm," you murmer gazing at her tits, "I think you should pop into the ladies and slip that bra off, those titsare just straining to get out" you grin. She looks uncertain for a moment, but all things considered it could be worse. She smirks a little and wanders off to the toilets.
A few minutes later she remerges and apporaches the table. Her shirt is still as tight as before but now her perky little nipples are pushing at the cotton fabric, obviously a little firm from the excitement of being on display.
She drops the bra in your lap and smiles, "Like what you see? Now how about a drink?" |