”Then she gave me a primer on how to unhook a bra, telling me it had to be pulled, to loosen the catch, which could then be unhooked. It worked, but... as soon as it was undone, the ends snapped out of my fingers and disappeared under her armpits.“Sorry,” I said.She turned around, and I just naturally looked at her cleavage. There was a lot of cleavage there, with that bra sagging in the front.There was a frown on her face, when I made my eyes drift upwards.“You may not want to include me in your. " I slowly worked two fingers into her pussy. She had the hair trimmed short and while she was wet she was very tight, my long fingers were at her cervix before reaching the last knuckle. She froze as not 10 feet from us a door opened spilling light out as two of the kitchen staff came out for a smoke. The door blocked their view of us, but if they moved out from behind it they'd have a clear view of us. Sara whispered that we should find a different place. Maybe I should have told her I. "Well," she said, her voice dripping with sex. "What a pleasant surprise." What are you doing here?" Andy asked, his voice trembling. He whipped the towel down from his shoulders and tried to wrap it around his loins."I live here," she said in a teasing voice. "Remember?" She chuckled as she watched him try to cover his pulsing cock. "My, my. No need to be so modest. You have nothing to hide." What do you mean, I have nothing to hide?" Andy asked boldly. "I think I have quite a bit to. Blouse, skirt and bra fell to the floor at my feet until only the small triangle of my thong was left to cover me. Breaking our kiss, Sandra turned her back to me. Gathering her hair out of the way she asked me to un-zip her dress. My hands shook as I pulled her zipper down to expose nothing but smooth skin. She hadn't worn a bra. Probably didn't need to, I thought as my hands skimmed the dress off her shoulders to let it join my clothes on the floor.She turned and toed her pumps off. Both of.