Chapter 12: barely contained
Miss Silvia stood in the center of the cramped room, her auburn hair loose and cascading over her shoulders, her glasses set aside on a pile of papers.
She was in her underwear—a lacy white bra and matching panties that hugged her voluptuous figure, her ample breasts barely contained, her curvy hips and smooth thighs glowing in the soft lamplight.
Her wet blouse and skirt lay discarded on a chair, the faint scent of chamomile tea mingling with her floral perfume.
She'd been halfway through changing, caught off guard, her cheeks flushing crimson as she spun to face him, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest.
"Lor!" she squeaked, her voice a mix of shock and embarrassment, her curvy figure trembling slightly.
The lacy bra accentuated her full, heavy breasts, a faint sheen of sweat on her skin catching the light, her panties clinging to her hips in a way that left little to the imagination.
She was a vision of flustered sexiness, her vulnerability only amplifying her allure.
Lor closed his eyes tightly, turning away, his black hair falling over his hazel eyes.
"Sorry, Miss Silvia," he said, his tone sincere, though a faint grin tugged at his lips.