Try to get her OWN needs met.

Jane was getting turned on just looking at the barely-dressed, buff movie star, so she pretended to fall down, making sure her skirt inched up a tad, showing off her toned legs. Jane realized that she’d hiked it up a little too much, though, and he would be able to see her panties, which had become slightly damp. Would Heath notice?

"Are you ok,Jane?” asked Heath as he helped her up from the floor of his trailer. "You’ll have a bruise there tomorrow,” he noted, pointing to her upper thigh.

“Yeah, I should put something cold on it, shouldn't I?"

Before Jane could move or say anything more, Heath produced a icepack and pressed it against her thigh. “Lift your skirt a little. Wow, that was a bad fall, hmm?”

Jane held her breath and tried to calm her nerves as she lifted her mini skirt up, knowing her panties were now in full view. “Yeah, I think I hit my head a little, too,” said Jane, feeling the back of her head for a bump. She winced when she found it.

“Here, let me,” said Heath, as he leaned in closer and covered her hand with his own. “Oh, yeah, that is a nasty welt, hmm? Does that feel better, when I massage it like that?”

Jane closed her eyes and sighed. His fingers didn’t just make her feel better; they made her feel heavenly. Her panties were getting wetter by the second.

Suddenly, she felt warm breathing on her face and then a pair of soft, seeking lips cover her own. She knew she shouldn’t give in to the temptation of kissing him back (He probably slept with a dozen girls a night) but how could she resist the pressure of his tongue against her closed lips?