Oops!
I pinky promise they were accidents...
My hand grazes the passing waiter's bulge in his britches. "Oops," I say. You cock an eyebrow. I lean forward and my right boob pops out of my top, showcasing my hard nipple. "Oops," I say. You loudly sigh. I leave my seat to bend over to pick up my napkin. My short skirt rises, revealing my plumpy cheeks to the diners at the counter. "Oops," I say. You lead me out the door and sit on a bench, pulling me across your knee...