Andi watches wide-eyed as Sally sinuously moves on the open floor.  It looks like she was almost hesitant to swivel her chair to watch, but then can't tear her eyes away.  Her face flushes pinkly, her arms remaining hugged over her small chest.  She stares at Sally's eyes, then as Sally's hands wander down her own body, Andi's eyes follow.  When the boot meets the table, Andi audibly holds her breath briefly with a little gasp.  Her eyes follow up Sally's legs as she stretches and rolls over to Jim, then up and over Andi's curves, her eyes catching on the toying with the edge of her shirt.<br/><br/>As Sally strolls back to the center, Andi wriggles a bit in her seat, her eyes casting down for a moment, perhaps embarrassed that her own reaction to Sally has been so visible to others.  When she looks up again, her face has been pushed into greater composure, though her cheeks are still quite rosy.