Kyle didn’t mean to stare. It just kinda happened. A drop of sweat started on her neck and slid down, slow, right between her boobs. Her skin was tan and slick, shiny from how hot it was in the room. The bra was gray, nothing flashy, but tight enough to show off everything. It had some lace on top, kind of pointless, but it caught the eye. One of the straps was falling off her shoulder. She didn’t fix it. The fabric looke...