Elena leans over the table

Elena stood up from her chair. She looked to Steve, her expression uncertain but now more relaxed about him looking at her. She experimentally fiddled with the hem of her shirt, lifting it just enough for Steve to get a clear view of her lacy black panties. She seemed to be considering something.

"Annie," Elena said, "I don't know how I'm going to show off my panties while standing to eat," Elena said. "But I could do it leaning over the table, if you allowed it."

Annie looked to Elena. "Hmmm, perhaps. Sure, why not."

Elena smiled, and set her plate in the middle of the table. She moved her chair aside, and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. Steve could just see Elena's black panties on her now elevated rear. He also got a clear view down the front of her shirt.

Elena ate her bagel leaning forward in this way, giving Steven an unobstructed view of her chest and bra, for thirty seconds before she noticed Steve's gaze.

She looked to Steve, and blushed. "Um," she said, but did nothing to obstruct his view.