In no way was I offended -- I was delighted! But Molly was falling behind. Her breasts were exposed, but she was still nearly fully dressed.

"Please, don't stop there," I said to the comely serving wench, even as I stepped forward and pressed myself against her, to reach around both her and Molly as well, pulling her up against the barrista, sandwiching her between us as I undid the back of Molly's dress. If I hadn't had such long arms, it might never have been possible, and I was a little concerned that this might be too much for the coffee girl, but it was also remarkably intimate, and if I had her figured right, she'd enjoy this instead of feeling as trapped as I'd really just made her, if only for the moment.

I really wasn't sure what exactly I was going to do next. I just hoped that the barrista would start taking my pants off, or Molly's dress, or her own bra -- anything. We all needed to be nude.