>>12696846You're on a date with the lovely Mio, window shopping around the plaza. While Mio is bending down to breathe in the fragrance of the recently-bloomed roses outside a florist's, she trips and falls, clothes fluttering in the wind, and in a moment of weakness, you snatch a glimpse of her forbidden cloth, giving you an increasingly uncomfortable boner.
You resolve to put the fall behind you and add the sight to your internal bank of treasured memories, but from then on, her smile, her scent and the simple feeling of her skin against against yours while holding her hand drive you wild.
Mio notices your flushed cheeks and general disconcertion, and leans in to check your temperature, asking if you're alright. As she does so, one of her legs bumps against your third, making your condition perfectly clear. One panicked explanation later, a flustered Mio agrees to help 'relieve' you in the changing room of a nearby clothes store.
