Daphne chuckled softly as Harriet entered the water in her bra and panties. “Isn’t it going to be a little hard to wash with those on?” she asked, her amusement still evident. Her eyes moved to the sheer material of Harriet ratty bra. Daphne felt drawn to the soft globes and felt the urge to reach for them; an urge she fought off.
“I seem to have left it behind the screen,” Daphne lied, looking back at the screen. “Could I perhaps borrow yours?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at Harriet. “I would be quite appreciative,” she added in a flirty tone.
Daphne remained where she was, fully expecting Harriet to bring it over to her.