This applied to both men and women, she had discovered.There was a monthly meeting of breast cancer survivors which kept getting new members. The subj...ct of doing fundraising for a national group came up at a board meeting. Nobody wanted to run down the street and get all sweaty, so what else could they do? Bunny suggested an idea meeting at her house on a Friday night.It was a dry county so she stocked up on wine and Margaritas. “Get them loose, then hit them up.”After a few rounds she took. ..”Bethany turned to him, putting on her most seductive smile. “You enjoy seeing me in leather, don't you?”“Well... yes” he admitted sheepishly.“Mmmhmmm, and I want to see you in leather too. It's only fair, right?”“I can't argue with that.”“No need to play coy, Alex. You want this as much as I do. There's no hiding it.”His face started to redden as he raised his right arm and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Bethany could read him like an open book and her words were so commanding and. Man, she was hot! There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on her. My dick was getting stiffer by the second; a bulge in my shorts was starting to show.I took a chance and slipped a finger around her waist and into her belly button, fingering it for just a split-second. Brittany gasped, and her eyes opened and met mine in the mirror. Then her eyes looked down at the reflection of my bulge. She didn't say anything though. She just closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip (pink lipstick!), and rested. She was talking while I looked at that short skirt. She was sitting cross-legged on the couch and I kept getting glimpses of her panties. I was so caught up in her panties that I didn’t even notice when she stopped reading. She was staring at me… when I finally realized what had happened, my face turned red as a tomato and I couldn’t think of an excuse. After sitting there for what seemed like hours she finally said to me, “OK, now onto the French Revolu- tion.”.