Yes

Emily looked the man over quickly. He had a certain power about him, that she couldn't figure out yet. They talked for a few minutes, discussing absolutely nothing. He ordered drinks for them, she a strong, fruity drink and he a soda. She thought this was yet another thing to understand. They talked a little more, feeling each other out. She told Gerald she was a business executive, having gotten a good job out of college. She also told him about her "boyfriend", since he had heard his phone call. She thought they loved each other, and now she finds out he cheated on her. So she felt a night out was deserved. Gerald decided Emily was not the criminal type, just a girl out on the town. He told her he was police officer, not mentioning he was on-duty at that time. He told how his job precluded a girlfriend right now. As they got comfortable with each other, Emily decided she wanted to dance. There was a small dance floor, generally taken over by college kids, dancing pretty wildly. Gerald told her he would give it a try as he wasn't a good dancer. As luck would have it, a Conga line, of all things, had formed. Emily grabbed the waist of the last dancer in the line and Gerald took her waist. Being Emily was 5' 2" plus heels, and Gerald was 6' 5", he was looking over her head. As he followed her , he looked down and was now sure Emily was braless. He estimated her breasts to be 34C, or maybe a small D. They obviously needed no support from a bra, but moved very nicely in her dress, making him believe they were real. The feel of a woman was making him feel unlike he had felt in a long time. His hands on her waist surveyed her mid-section and he found it was firm and flat. She took care of herself. He had a fleeting thought to slide his hands up to cup her breasts, but controlled himself. At this moment, the line reversed.