"Besides , there's more I need to fix Can you wait here?"
I nodded.
Eyes locked, she stepped another pace backwards, bent her knees and reached into a shopping bag she'd left at the side of the sofa.
I heard a rustling of paper.
"Close your eyes," she said.
I felt her come towards me, felt her finger, now on the upper edge of the right bra cup, now slipping under. They something else, a brief chill, a slow shift of weight, half solid, half liquid, as the bra hugged it closer to my body.
"Eyes closed," she said.
The same again with the left cup.
"Shh," she whispered. "Just feel."
She laid her palms against my shoulders,then stroked down. I felt with the pressure of her palm, the way fingers trail behind, the shape of breasts. I felt her hands trail lower, to my waist, pressing.