We meet up in a crowded coffee house. We spend some time getting to know one another. Eventually; you catch me staring at your shirt. You glance down, and realize that a hint of a lacy bra is visible through the gap at the top of your shirt. You catch my eye, and I blush and look away for a moment. You glance at my crotch and see a bulge beginning to arise, even though you are still decently attired. I’m that turned on.

When you next catch my gaze, you wink at me and suggest that we retire to your place, since the coffee house is getting so crowded of course. When we arrive, we sit on the couch, where we continue our discussion. You excuse yourself to ‘make yourself more comfortable’; when you come back my eyes are immediately drawn to your shirt. You’ve taken the opportunity to undo some more buttons. The bottom 3 or 4 are undone, so I can see your waist, while the top ha…