Standing up, she reached for the warm towel on the radiator; it was big and fluffy and felt good against her skin. She dried herself gently and steppe...d in front of the mirror. Letting the towel drop, she applied her make up, and dabbing her perfume in various places on her body. Her clothes were laid out on the bed, and she sat down to put on the suspenders and stockings, next came the thong which barely covered anything, before putting on the black skirt. She stood up and put on her bra,. The whisper, she knew, had been because the elevator was crowded.She hadn't turned - hadn't pulled away – but smiled to herself at his clandestine audacity.She reached up along her body and touched the hollow at the base of her throat, simply feeling her breath go in and out a moment or two before letting her hand drift back down. Her palm made the slow, upward scoop over the smooth swell of her naked breast, her nipple puckering toward hardness. She paused to pinch the smoldering nub and. My friend greeted me and welcomed me into the kitchen, where the meal was being prepared. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with a padded bra underneath securing her large, firm breasts. Her bare feet glided across the floor as she prepared the ingredients and got the oven ready. 'My daughter has popped around to her friend's house, so it's just the two of us, make yourself comfortable' she told me. I lay down on the couch and noticed she had Ru Paul's Drag Race on in the background. 'Love. " She looked at me for a few moments, deciding what to do. "Ugghh, fine. You are obviously just curoius about my body, yes?" "Erm....yeah." I replied. "Well did you get a good look?" "Kind of, but I only saw part of your body.'" I said in a flirtasious manner. She gave a cute little smile back and stood up. She walked on over to me and looked me in the eyes. "Ugghh, I really shouldn't be doing this," she said. "Doing what?" I questioned. But without an answer, she shoved me onto the sofa and.