Public Dares and Forbidden Touch: A Steamy Encounter at Starbucks

“You are such a child…”
“What? It’s just a game, not even Truth or Dare? Just the dares. What could I possibly get you to do that would be so awful?”

She smiled a devilish smile and then rolled her eyes at him as could think of a few things he would probably like her to do to him, but he was right, what could he do, they were in the middle of a Starbucks miles from home, ducking out away from friends who so far they’d managed to keep their secrets hidden from.
“Ok,” she said “I take it you want to go first”
“I wouldn't say I WANT to go first but if you want me to I have a few ideas.”
“Hmmm, ok what is it?”
“Simple one that even you can’t mess up, just scoot over beside me and I’m going to put my arm around you.”
“Are you crazy what if someone one of us knows comes in and you know I don’t do PDA’s”
“What’s the point in hiding away from everyone if we don’t then take advantage? Besides we can both see the door no one’s here to begin with so just humor me”
“Fine, but we need to get moving, you promised me you undivided attention for shopping.”
“That’s because I thought summer shopping meant bikinis and tiny shorts…”
She gets up grunting and puffing at the idea of giving in to him and slides beside the neighboring table. “Shift” she commands playfully waving her hands. As she goes to sit he places a hand just under her cheeks and allows his hand to follow their curve as she sits the rest of the way down.
“Oi!! Behave”
“Couldn't help it. It’s like my hand took over and just wanted to make sure it was there”

They sat like that for a while She made herself more comfortable as (Damn him) he was right they don’t get doing this much and she does fit so nicely into him. He moves his arm from behind her to in front and places it halfway up the top of her thigh gently squeezing as she looks up at him to see if his face can give away what he’s thinking.

“I dare you to move your hand further any further and see what I do to it.”
“That’s a really crappy dare”
“Well obviously that’s not actually a dare just tell your hands to behave themselves”
“No, No, you said ‘I Dare You’ so that counts.”

He takes a firmer grasp of her thigh reminding her body how far his fingertips actually were and then slowly moves up just a touch of her thigh. It was maybe only a centimeter or two but the spark of such a movement in the middle of a café was just enough to make her squirm a bit, and he knew he had her.

“Behave you!” she scolded as she stood up and started gathering her things. “Come on, if you’re good for five minutes there’s maybe a treat in it for you at

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