Fresh from a shower, Laine sat nude before her mirror applying eye and lip makeup. She then pulled her hair into a neat tail. Her tender nipples rubbed against the cool table in her bathroom. For the effect, she applied a rouge to each, which made them stand out proudly from the touch. She looked herself in the eye for a long minute before standing and pulling on a black V-string. Twirling in the mirror she viewed every angle and smiled. Years of yoga, lunges, squats, and a healthy lifestyle gave her a fabulous body. Her face was, at 28, pretty with cool blue eyes and full lips. She pulled low-strung jeans over her taut backside as her full bosom sang and swayed on its own. Laine made sure the ropes of her panties were showing. Finally, she pulled on a soft, floral, and somewhat see-through button-down blouse. She left the top two buttons open so that the tops of her creamy breasts were exposed and when she turned, her boobs could be viewed. Underneath, her nipples were visible.
When finished, Laine walked to the living room, and she heard a knock on the door. Heather, her guest, arrived. Laine opened the door with a bright smile. Heather smiled back and entered. She too had her light brown hair in a tail, though she wore full makeup and a hint of perfume. She wore a skirt and a button-down blouse that accentuated her full bottom and large bosom. Laine smelled marijuana right off. Heather was stoned and bubbly. Her eyes moved from Laine's nipples to her neck and then face. She made small talk as Laine studied her face and eyes.
Laine developed real estate, and, Heather's husband was an investor in the same industry. The key to getting him involved was two-fold: he loved pussy, and he followed his wife's advice. It was whispered that he was a cheat but never in the little town where they lived. And, his wife and her country club ladies' group had a women's only gathering. Or, so it was whispered. Laine had only tried lesbianism once, in college, after a night of drinking. She couldn't recall any of it and never thought of women again, but she needed Heather to lead her husband towards a business arrangement. He rebuffed Laine once and she never forgot.
"It sounds like you have cotton mouth, water?" Laine asked.
"Or anything stronger, if you have it," Heather said.
"I don't drink so I never keep any alcohol in the house."
She then sat them at her glass table across from one another. As Laine turned to grab some paperwork she intentionally leaned down. From the side, her naked, full breast was visible, as was the rope of her panties. Heather's tongue flicked between her red lips. Laine then leaned forward to point out a note on the paper, and Heather could see down her blouse at both unencumbered breasts. Her head was swimming from lust and marijuana. She bit her lower lip as Laine's eyes bore into her. Heather could feel herself getting wet.
Laine continued to discuss the notes between them. She made it a point to torment her guest with the need to grab documents and papers from behind her. When she turned, her full, sculpted rump was in the air and her panties rode up on her hips. Heather, the lusty bisexual, could hardly think straight.
Heather finally sat back, pushed back from the table, and said that today was not the best day to cover details. Laine asked why she was there, on a Thursday, in her home office. Heather's eyes locked on Laine's, then slowly drifted over her face, down her neck, and rested on her bust. Laine's rouge-covered nipples pointed proudly at Heather.
"You know I'm not into that," Laine said flatly.
