Emily strips naked

"O-okay..." she mutters. Her breath was hyper. This was so wrong. He'd be able to see everything. She should just walk away right now. She thought all of this while her hands reached behind her back, and shakily undid the hooks of the bra. She turned her back on the store owner, but she could feel his eyes trace down the length of her now bare back. She let the bra sink to the floor, gathered with her now discarded shirt and pants.

Her arms wrap around her breasts, holding them up. She knows that the store clerk can't see them, but the very idea of him being able to see her exposed body was so scary. And, like the strange suit that she was irresistible called towards, it also felt good. In a naughty way of course.

Without really thinking she turned around and lowered her hands to her sides, letting the man oggle her large hanging breasts. Her nipples stiffened painfully under his gaze. For his part, the man's eyes seemed to leave their sockets. No doubts they would have preferred shooting out of his skull and attaching themselves to her exposed flesh.

Her hands seemed to find the waistband of her panties by themselves. Emily shut her eyes. She wanted to wear the suit. She needed it. Needed it like she'd never needed anything before. But, being totally naked, in public, that was almost too much for her to allow herself to do. It was almost too wrong. Almost.

Her fingers slowly and nervously pulled downwards, and her cutesy pink panties fell to the floor, exposing her shapely entire body to his view. And exposing her heated little pussy to the air.

"P-p-please, Mister." She mewled, reaching out her arms. "Can I try it on now?"