“Oh by the way, your breasts look amazing in that top.”

Sarah was taken aback. She liked Gwen well enough but they were workmates out for lunch together, nothing more than that. Usually they just chatted about TV. Certainly nothing serious; no politics, no religion, nothing sexual. Things that are okay to talk about in the office—polite conversation. And they were in public; sitting at table in the middle of a café.

But… it was a compliment in a way. It’s polite to compliment people, isn’t it? Sarah knew some kind of line had been crossed, but she couldn’t seem to put her finger on why. Gwen had made a nice comment about her boobs and in response she was just wordlessly staring back at her. Now that was definitely rude!

“Oh, thanks! Sorry, I guess I just don’t get many compliments about my breasts.”

“Yeah, I dunno. I normally wouldn’t really comment but it just felt appropriate, like.”

Gwen was looking down at Sarah’s chest again, now openly leering. It made Sarah a bit uncomfortable for some reason but making a fuss would be impolite. Maybe she should just try to get the conversation back on track.

“So did you catch up on the last few episodes ye—”

“Can I touch them?”

“Sorry, what?!”

As soon as the exclamation left Sarah’s mouth she was embarrassed. They were in public and it’s rude to make a scene. But surely this was crossing a line into the overly-familiar.

Gwen meekly responded “Please?”

Sarah thought about just leaving but another wave of shame crashed over her. It’s rude to refuse people when they ask nicely. Wait, did this count as asking nicely? Of course it did! She said “please” and please is the magic word after all. And here she was just staring in silence again. She was being so rude!

“Sorry, yeah. Of course you can, Gwen.”

“Thank you so much!”

Sarah turned red as Gwen’s fingers glided over the table and started caressing the edge of her blouse. She had a quick look around the café to see if anyone was watching, but no one else seemed to have taken any notice yet—not that there were that many people around. It had been a fairly late lunch and other than Sarah and Gwen it seemed like the only customer who wasn’t already getting up to leave was a man sitting on a bench that Sarah spotted over Gwen’s left shoulder. She didn’t see the waitress, but she was probably busy cleaning up after the lunchtime rush. But why was she feeling so embarrassed in the first place? Gwen had asked nicely and she was being polite.

Sarah realised that she should make it a bit easier for Gwen, who was having to stretch her arm across the table to reach Sarah’s chest. Sarah pulled her chair up closer to the table, scraping it across the floor far more loudly than she had intended, but that was fine. Being polite is normal and she was just being polite. She was being silly earlier. She pressed her chest forward invitingly and smiled at her workmate. “There you go, that should be easier.”

Now it was Gwen’s turn to be shy: She muttered a quiet “thanks”, left out a little giggle and wrapped both her hands around Sarah’s boobs, groping them possessively. Sarah was glad she had gotten over whatever weird issues she was having and just let herself be normal about her friend having fun with her boobs. She shouldn’t be so standoffish with people she knows. It’s polite to show affection to friends. And now that she was letting herself relax she was starting to enjoy the light squeezes and gentle teasing of her friend’s fingers on her tits. Really it was a compliment that Gwen liked them so much, that she had been staring at them—staring is a compliment—and appreciating them. It’s polite to compliment people. She tensed up at bit at again at that thought and Gwen noticed, her hands stopping.

“Are you okay? Should I stop?”

“No, sorry! It’s fine I just realised you gave me such a nice compliment and I haven’t said a nice word back to you.”

Gwen’s hands returned to their exploration as she titled her head and smiled. “Well?”

She looked at Gwen, trying not to be too distracted by the activity at her chest, and thought about what she should she could praise. Gwen never really dressed up for the office and was in one of her usual flannels and a t-shirt. Instead her eyes kept drifting to her friend’s lips. Slightly parted, moving in time with her elevated breathing, shining in an unusually vibrant purple that stood out against her dark skin, a little faded but still fairly intact after lunch.

“Ammm… I really like that lipstick. Is it new?”

“No! But I haven’t worn it to the office before. Would you like to try some on?”

“Oh! Yeah! Sure! Please!” Sarah wasn’t sure if it would suit her as well as it did Gwen, but she didn’t want to turn down such a sincere offer when they were bonding. It’s rude to look a gift horse in the mouth. Sarah felt a small pang of disappointment this time as Gwen’s hands withdrew again to root through her bag for the promised lipstick.

“Ah shit, I think I left it at home after putting it on this morning. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay, I can try it another time. Or just let me know the brand and I could get it myself”

“No! Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. It’s just that I said I would and it would be so rude to go back on it. You even said ‘please’!”

Sarah thought maybe Gwen was overreacting, but when she put it like that made a lot of sense. It is the polite thing to do. Was there a way to still borrow the lipstick when Gwen had left it at home? Her eyes drifted back to Gwen’s lips and she almost admonished herself for getting distracted but staring is a compliment after all and it also ended up inspiring a solution to their current problem.

“Hey, you do still have some of that lipstick left! It’s just on your lips. I can borrow some if you just press your lips up against mine!”

“What, like a kiss?”

“Well, technically that is also what a kiss is but this is just the most clear solution to the current problem. And besides, it’s polite to show affection to friends.”

Gwen took a second to respond, seeming to zone out while she processed Sarah’s words, before her eyes refocused and she nodded “Oh yeah that makes sense. Not sure why I was being weird about the idea of kissing you. Sorry for being so rude!”

“That’s okay, I was the one being weird a minute ago. We’re even, yeah?”

“Absolutely!”

Now it was Gwen’s turn to lean across the table. She stood up, put her palms down on the table for balance, and bent over to meet to meet Sarah’s lips—pressing their faces together in a slightly awkward fashion to try and get an even application of the second-hand lipstick without their noses getting the the way of each other. She pulled away for a second to inspect her work.

“Well that sort-of worked but it’s definitely very uneven, let me see if I can fix it a bit,” she said before abruptly tilting her head to the other side and pressing it against Sarah again. Sarah failed to suppress her laughter at the whole situation, causing Gwen to pull back and complain “Oh come on, that’s not going to help!” She picked up a serviette from the table, licked it and tried to fix up some of the smudges spilling out over the side of Sarah’s lips, sending Sarah into further fits of giggles.

Gathering her composure again she interrupted Gwen’s cleaning. “Wait, hold on. I think I know how to fix this,” she said before leaning forward and planting a big kiss across the side of Gwen’s mouth. “See, now we’re equally messy!”

“You bitch!” Gwen shouted with laughter. “Alright, the gloves are off now!” she declared as she pounced down on Sarah, planting kisses across her face and neck, her hands going straight back to Sarah’s breasts. “Let’s see how much of a mess you are after this!”

Sarah weakly fought back, trying to get her own smudges on Gwen where she could, but her second-hand lipstick was really no match. Oh this was fun, why did they normally only talk about TV? They’d never been physical like this at all before for some reason even though it’s polite to show affection to friends. And as they explored each other even more words kept ringing in her head. Staring is a compliment, groping is a compliment, it’s polite to do as you’re told, it’s normal to be polite, good girls are polite.

Some time later Sarah was letting out a little cry as Gwen playfully pinched her nipples (her friend’s hand having slipped under both her blouse and bra at some point, sending both askew) when she jumped at the clatter of cutlery falling to the floor a few tables away. The man from earlier was still there. He’d completely slipped out of her mind. He was staring at them and presumably had been some for some time—how nice of him!—and judging by the bulge in his trousers he had clearly been enjoying the show.

Being reminded of the existence of other people, she looked over her shoulder to see the waitress standing behind the counter, blushing a deep crimson, suddenly turn her head away and pretend to tidy up around the till. She must also have been watching too but had not wanted to interrupt the two women. Well it makes sense, thought Sarah, it would hardly have been polite to interrupt customers who were in the middle of something.

She turned back to Gwen, who immediately starting kissing her again. She was clearly still enjoying herself too much to have noticed anything. Sarah pulled away to draw her colleague’s attention to the man on the bench. “Hey, Gwen, stop. We’ve been very rude.” That got Gwen’s attention; she left out a little crestfallen whine before Sarah continued: “We’ve gotten that man over there very pent up and I think it’s only polite if we help him relieve it, don’t you?”

Gwen’s eyes lost focus for a second again before she turned around to take in the stranger behind her. “Oh, you’re so right! I’m really sorry, sir.”

Sir? That seemed a bit formal, but then Sarah thought better. It’s polite to be respectful of strangers. “Would you like us to help you with that, sir?”

For a second the man didn’t respond. A look of delighted surprise passed over his face—he looked like he’d won the lottery—but presently his expression turned into one of calm, gracious acceptance. “Please, go ahead!” he said, gesturing for them to approach and pushing the table aside.

As Sarah and Gwen knelt down in front of him, he passed them a pair of cushions from the bench he was seated on. Very thoughtful! Half of Gwen’s face was covered in purple smudges and everything about her was dishevelled. Sarah giggled a bit at the sight, knowing that she must look even more tousled. She leaned in for one more kiss before focusing on the task at hand. It would be so, so rude to keep teasing this poor man like this and not offer him a hand (or a mouth).

Gwen started to undo his trousers and slowly pull them down, making eye contact with the the man as gently freed his erection. But Sarah was still feeling a desperate need to make up for all her earlier faux pas and seeing how hard he was she was incredibly eager to show that she had some manners by helping the poor man finally cum. As soon as his dick was out she threw her mouth over it. It was already covered in precum and her lips slid over it easily. They really had gotten him pent up and she needed to show him that she wasn’t just a cock tease, that she was considerate, that she was polite. She needed to prove that she wasn’t just some slut by licking the tip of his foreskin and she bounced her head up and down on his cock. He seemed to like that in particular.

But Gwen wanted to be a good girl too, and as Sarah was coming up for air she found her workmate’s cheek pressing up against her’s, gently nudging her to the side as their lips met around the head of his cock for a moment, rolling their tongues over it and into each other’s mouths. They were used to working on projects together, after all. After a minute Sarah pulled away to give a turn to Gwen and look up at this stranger, cupping her breasts to better display them. She liked being complimented on them, after all.

“Thank you for letting us suck your cock, sir. I really appreciate the chance to make it up to you after being so rude earlier.”

“No problem at all, my dear,” he replied, magnanimously. She smiled and returned her attention to his dick, pumping the base of the shaft while Gwen luxuriated on the head. This seemed to have the desired effect, as he soon pulled his head back in a deep moan, which soon turned into grunts and a panting “you girls are… so… polite!” as he started to cum.

Gwen, taken by surprise, pulled back, causing drops of cum to spray over both women and the floor. “I’m so sorry!” she said, then turning to waitress—now scurrying over with some blue roll to tackle the spill—“I’ve made such a mess!”

Sarah surprised a small laugh (it wouldn’t be polite to make fun), before turning back to stranger sitting above her. “Oh right, I’m Sarah by the way! Nice to meet you! Here I am with your cum all over me and I forgot to even give you my name. Sorry for being so rude!”