There was a thrill as he spoke his wishes to her, a thrill that hung on each word that left his lips.  A wonder about what he would want to see her do and the knowledge that she would indeed perform the deed requested.  Between her breast she felt a flutter as he announced a desire to see beneath the protective covering of her sweater and bra, a peek at a portion both intimate and familiar to men.  Cynthia had known he would ask to see them, though such certainity did not help push down the sudden nervousness that threatened to engulf her.  That insecure spark causing her fingers to shake while they reached to grasp the edge of her sweater.  Soft material, like feathers and clouds, floated between her fingertips while she rolled it upward.<br/><br/>Jim would be able to solve the mystery of how low the woman's pants were worn first, as it was evident she must shave for them to remain at their current height.  He could see the pink of her sweater dragging upward, across the taunt muscles of her stomach and exposing a glittering jewel at her belly button.  Dark flesh curling around the navel, holding the tiny gem possesively in its grasp.  Shoulders rolled forward and the muscles rippled beneath the exotic skin.  A quick pull upward brought her sweater to rest above the fullness of her breasts, unveiling a sleek bra of white to contrast her natural tone.  Tilting her chin down to hold the sweater up, making her seem all the more submissive and demure, she brought her hands together at the center of her chest to unclasp the forward hook of her bra.  Defetly she undid the bindings and parted the material, allowing the full mounds to spill forth.<br/><br/>Though not ample, each mound was more than a handful for the common person to hold.  Her flesh lightening to a more creamed color along the underside and curve of each, darkening as the nipple became the focus.  Full and round, her breasts rippled slightly at the abrupt departure from their secure bra.  They did not fall far, still held upward by the power of youthful vigor.  At first the nipples did not lay exposed, though tenatively she crooked a finger under each.  A nail drawn down along the underside so that the darkened tips would emerge.  Jutting upward in welcome to the man before her.  She spared a glance upward to see his reaction, allowing him time to consider what lay before him.  Only when minutes had passed and the stillness was too much for her did she bring the clasp together and drop the sweater down across her chest.<br/><br/>"Guess you'll just have to get lucky with the cards again."  Long legs turned the chair back to the table, a distinct blush rising on her cheek as she turned her head downward.  Curls gliding down like curtains to cover her face while she considered her cards as if nothing had happened.