It's a draw.

Lynda stopped laughing and straightened up, looking at her young assistant. She was surprised to find that Joan didn't look so short after all.

“Oh...,” the actress found herself saying, trying to stand up straight and put her shoulders back. Pretty Joan was smiling a big smile and waiting for her boss to say something.

'How could I have been so stupid?,' Lynda asked herself. She spent most of the time at work wearing the famous Wonder Woman boots, which raised her up a few inches. She was accustomed to looking down at Joan; now she saw that they were basically eye-to-eye!

“Guess we're about even, huh?,” Joan giggled.

Lynda was a bit disheartened that the girl had, in a way, “taken her down a notch” in the height department. Facing the strapping young lass, Lynda felt rather embarrassed standing there barefoot, in her skimpy costume, still having to hold her bustier up. It didn't help when Joan lifted her chin up and smiled an even more confident smile.

Oh well. The actress sighed and let her shoulders slump. But that shortened her an inch or so, so she quickly stood up straight again – which only made Joan laugh.

Lynda smiled and blushed. “Yes, Joan,” she admitted, “it appears we're about even... in height.”

When Lynda added the phrase “in height”, for some reason the younger woman wiggled her torso and shook her shoulders and smiled an even toothier grin. If there was a message there, Lynda wasn't sure what to think, but she was certainly distracted by the way the girl's figure was accentuated by the turtleneck she was wearing.

When a second or two of silence passed and the actress couldn't think of what to say, Joan put her lips together into a more benign smile, blinked, and reached out and pushed the older woman on the chest!

The surprised actress backed up a step, but of course bumped into the large chair they'd just gotten out of, and landed on her ass in the chair! Joan followed closely, smiling and plopping down next to her boss. It was not quite a sofa, but an extra wide easy chair, and Joan ended up with one leg across one of Lynda's.

Both women giggled, but really Lynda was just a bit pissed that the girl kept leading, as it were. This was her game, dammit!

“So,” Joan was saying as she settled in on the chair with Lynda, “what did you want to talk about, Ms. Carter?”

“Well,” Lynda started, trying to gather her wits, “I, uh...” She tried to reposition herself in the chair, to raise her eye level up a bit so she wasn't looking up at Joan. She switched hands holding her bustier so she could use the other hand to push herself up. “I thought we could talk about...” And then she wanted to run a hand through her hair, so she had to switch hands again....

Joan watched all this hand-switching with increasing amusement. “Ms. Carter,” she volunteered, smiling, “how about if I zip you back up like halfway, so your top will stay up!”

“Oh, well...”

“It's no problem!” Without waiting for an answer, Joan got up on her knees and, instead of getting up to go around Lynda's back, she just straddled her lap and reached around both sides of her! The actress was surprised again! It was as if the young woman were embracing her and looking over her shoulder and down her back. Joan couldn't quite reach and see, so she raised herself up even more and leaned over more, putting one of her pert boobs just about in Lynda's face!

Lynda was speechless as Joan fiddled with the zipper. She actually had to lean her head back a bit to keep her mouth off Joan's turtleneck-clad breast! She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she placed them on Joan's waist... which was surprisingly slim. The turtleneck was tight around Joan's bust, but loose around her waist.

Joan was trying to pull the zipper up. “Suck it in, Ms. Carter!” The actress complied, then went “nnggghh” as the girl abruptly yanked the zipper not quite halfway up.

“There,” the girl said. She lowered herself away from Lynda's face, but didn't quite sit down. She looked down at the front of the actress's costume as if admiring her work. Not quite satisfied, she grabbed the sides and tugged upward, surprising Lynda even more. “Okay, there,” the girl said, patting the side of Lynda's plump waist. “Maybe now that'll stay up,” Joan giggled.

Lynda was speechless and almost breathless, as much from the zipping up of the tight costume as to the close contact with the young lovely.

“This sure is nice, Ms. Carter,” Joan bubbled. “It's nice, you know, getting close to you. I'm glad you wanted to spend some time!” And with that the girl plopped her cute butt back down, again with one leg entangled with Lynda's. “So!,” she said, settling down and waiting for Lynda to talk.

Lynda gathered her thoughts, and gazed at Joan's pert breasts stretching her top. The actress took a deep breath. As she exhaled, Joan in turn looked at the older woman's bosom, finding it cute that, the way Lynda was relaxed, her breasts didn't so much fill the cups as simply disappear down into them.

“Ms. Carter?”

“Yes, Joan...”

“Ms. Carter... are you trying to flirt with me?”