The next time I glanced over, she arched her back and slid her hand slid over one breast.The next time I glanced over, she arched her back and slid her hand slid over one breast. My cock was rock-hard by now. I finally got rid of the caller and turned my full attention to Tiffany. As I said "Looks like you've got a good book there," she smiled at me, circled her hand around the other breast, and got up to leave. As she was walking away, she stopped and bent over to make an unnecessary adjustment to her sandals. Coincidently, her skirt was somehow pulled up to show me the back of a tanned thigh and hint of lacy bikini-style panties. From her wicked grin, she appreciated and expected my stare. When she came back, hips swaying attractively, I didn't notice anything different. However, after she sat down, she leaned over in my direction, opened her purse, and pointed at the contents. A white, lacy bra was there; covering part of the bra, a pair of panties. She closed her purse, but stayed leaned over long enough for me to look down her blouse and see her puckered, pink nipples. I stood up, giving her a look at the bulge in my pants, giving myself a better view down Tiffany's blouse. After her eyes took in my hard-on, I sat back down. We "umm" and "err"-ed a little bit; I guess neither of us was used to this sort of teasing. Again, we were interrupted by a call (pesky thing, having to work at your workplace). When we were both off the phone again, Tiffany unbuttoned one more button on her blouse and slipped a hand inside. |