Her face is pretty, young-looking. Younger than she is (32?), clearly.
Her hair is brown. Her glasses, tortoiseshell. She looks a little like a librarian. Her red dress, crapulon, reaches mid-thigh. Mid-pale-creamy-meaty-thigh. She gazes unapoligetically at the hot woman across from her.
Her thighs are squeezed together, simultaneously denying me the view I crave and inviting me to imagine she is squeezing them tight. For me.