“Here you go,” she said, “a little extra,” and she pulled her top off over her head. She repeated pushing her boobs around wearing just her br.... Sitting back in her chair, she picked up her drink and had another sip while eying her guy. Her hard nipples were evident through her lacy bra. My friend and I kept stroking while watching her. She took another sip and cupped her right boob with her hand and squeezed it while she ran the rim of her drink around her pursed lips. She laughed. “Baby,. I’m not naïve, I know what effect my 34 DDs and pert behind have. As for my boss, well it’s well known that the antiques industry is awash with red-blooded males in mid-life crisis, so it’s almost anything goes, as far as he was concerned. I graduated in Art and did my Masters in Italian High Renaissance painting before spending a year or two learning the trade. I did some crummy jobs learning the ropes in a few auctioneers, before landing my job of valuer at a busy auction house. It’s a bit. She was a sensitive, good looking, and well-mannered girl from a reputed and conservative family.She was always wearing a salwar kameez and traditional stuff like that. She looked damn gorgeous in traditional attire. She had long, silky, black hair, black eyes, fair skin with a very light wheatish tan.In short, she had a nice figure which was discerned by the curves of the dress she wore. Sometimes I felt that she dropped hints but then avoided it, thinking that I could be pre-assuming things. My heart thumped wildly as I placed my hand on her shoulders. I pulled her towards me. I kissed her gently on her forehead and cheeks. With my other hand I pulled off her sari from her shoulders. I rested my hand on the opening of her blouse. I rubbed the skin portion below her neck. She leaned her head against my face. I inserted my hand through her blouse opening. I could feel her stiff bra touching my fingers. I slid my fingers under her bra. I felt her full boobs with my hands. I touched.