That day I had a gray skirt, white panties, tights and black shoes with a high and thin heel to make my legs longer and of course sexy, I was standing... cross-legged at the time. The boss did not take his eyes off my feet and I thought of playing with him a little, at first I changed my position, I placed my feet next to each other and easy, easy to move them away but very little. I didn't want him to see everything right away, he was already mesmerized by my legs, I sat back on my feet but. But here was my next door neighbor standing before me in her bra and panties waiting my next order.Although 10 years younger than me and married, Elizabeth and I often discussed our sex lives and desires. At 27, she was an athletic woman with a “Lara Croft” physique who spent most of her time alone waiting for her older corporate lawyer husband to return from business trips. Last week over lunch we were reading our mail together when I accidentally opened a plain brown envelope addressed to her. "She's an awful flirt, but I think flirt is all she does."Amelie told me she doubted Sophie would even remember me the next time she saw me."She seems to pick a guy out at every tournament," she said. "She flirts and teases, then disappears."I told her that was exactly what happened."She slipped her panties into my pocket," I told them. "By the time I realized what she had done, she was gone. I thought another golfer girlfriend might be in the works."Amelie hadn't joined the tour when I spent. Anything had to be better than my current boyfriend. So good looking, but so bad in bed. He didn’t care at all about how it felt for me in bed. He just wanted to get off. He lasted a minute or two tops. More than once he came as after one thrust. The only time he lasted longer was when he had been drinking. Then it was just sloppy, boring sex and I just laid there until he was done. I wanted a man. Yet after that long look, there were no more. The single mom that lived next door started.