“Strip” he finishes the sentence. He speaks so calmly, so matter of fact, that it seems the most normal request he could be making. Felicity turns to face him, suddenly seeming to realise where she is, alone, with this man who is almost a stranger to her, with no one knowing she is here. And yet she still feels safe, even if he has just ordered her to remove her clothes.
She doesn’t even think to say no to him, if anything, she feels a relief that she will soon be free of the school uniform she still has on. Her hands reach to her blouse, easing it free of her skirt before she starts to undo the buttons one by one. The blouse is soon hanging open, allowing him to see her simple white bra she has beneath it.
She shrugs the blouse from her shoulders, collecting it in her hands as it falls free over her arms. Carefully she folds in and places it on the back of a chair. As she does, he moves to the large sofa in the centre of the room, sliding into it as he watches her.
She pauses as she looks towards him, feeling so strange to be standing there half undressed now. But he simply gives her a look that makes it clear she should continue. She reaches hands to her skirt, flicking open the button and zip then simply allows the skirt to fall to her feet. She chides herself briefly for wearing some plain underwear as her white cotton knickers are revealed to him, but the smile on his face suggests he really doesn’t mind.
Bending at the knees, she lifts her skirt, and as with her blouse, she folds in neatly and places in onto the chair, before she stands again, facing him, now in nothing more than her white bra and knickers and shoes with their tiny little heel. She feels so exposed as his eyes roam over her body, but also so excited to be with him, ready to do whatever it is he has planned for her.
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