Against her better judgement, yes.

Shrugging, Morgan undid her jeans and slid them down her backside. “No harm in that,” she said, sliding her panties down with her pants and exposing her bare bottom to him. She bent forward in her cabinet and stuck her rear out at him. “Go ahead and look. We have to hurry so we can get to work when you’re done.”

Chris, stunned into silence, nearly tumbled over the desks between them in his rush. He stopped at the desk nearest to her bottom and leaned over it to stare. Her ass was small and round, pronounced by exercise and standing out against her tiny frame. Gazing, he was stunned by how clean she was and how well-groomed she kept herself. Between her slender, strong thighs he could spy the pink folds of her pussy framed by a subtle field of short red hair.

Morgan blushed to have him so close, but she smiled at his fascination. “So,” she said, “How does it look? Is it as good as you always imagined?”

“Better,” Chris murmured, reaching forward and hesitating with an inch between them. Morgan watched his advance but held her tongue. She was grateful to see his self-control but aroused by his near indiscretion. “God, Mrs. Klein, you have got to have the nicest ass in the entire world.”

Morgan giggled as butterflies stirred up her stomach. Her thighs were growing warm and moist in her arousal. “No offense, Chris, but I don't think you have the experience to say that. Still, thanks.” Still giggling, she wiggled her bottom at him. “But I do work hard.”

“It shows,” Chris said quietly. “It looks tight.”

Morgan, leaking at his praise, stuck her ass out at him.

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