She had already put on her nighty and a robe by then, so Steven got treated to her soft breasts free of a bra. He hugged extra long that night, his ha...ds rubbing her back. She felt his erection pressing against her. Inwardly, she sighed.A noise woke her in the night. Momentarily disoriented, her brain scrambled to figure out where she was. Slowly it came back to her. She’d finished her bottle of wine and half stumbled to bed. Normally she didn’t drink much, but tonight it had gone down so. This is going to be great, I thought. I didn't want to appear as though I was loitering, so I found every excuse I could to walk up and down the aisles past her company's display before I would make my move on her. I swaggered over to her and began asking some innocuous questions about memory management and the speed of data transfer for her company's products. I didn't bother to listen to her answers as I glanced down at her neckline. I made some small talk about the hot and humid weather we. A few days later as I strode into the dining room to head to the kitchen to make myself some tea, I noticed her in a very seductive pose. She was reading the paper; the paper was spread out on the table. She was standing; bending over the paper with her elbows pinned on the table while her fingers traced the edges of the pages. This meant every curve on her back-side was accentuated and her back was in a relaxed and seemingly comfortable curve and her breast seemed to heave against the. While Heather sat, she thought, This is not good. I feel all giddy and nervous, like I'm some kind of girl with her first crush. But I'm not! I'm Heather fucking Morgan! I'm the de facto Homecoming Queen, and everybody knows it! Alan should fucking kiss my feet that I'm willing to even meet with him!Besides, I look super sexy. It can't be denied. My burgundy top is showing plenty of cleavage, and my purple skirt is so short, just a little bit of my yellow bikini is peeking out. How could he not.