Even though I was running away from her with my tail between my legs, I was sad when Tracy quit. I had to struggle to resist her temptation, but it was better than not being tempted. She would wear skirts that always made me stare at her lean legs, wishing the hem would creep a little higher. She could make even a simple blouse look provocative. Some of her shirts would dare me to sneak glances down the front. Others would just hug her boobs tight, leading me to imagine how they might look when she pulled the shirt off. Sometimes a gap would spread between buttons, exposing the lace of her pretty white brassiere.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov