Not even 5 minutes.

Upon reaching the other end of the greenhouse and not seeing a sign of potential spectators, Sally continues to grow ever more bold. Looking down at her panties, she begins to reason with herself.

“If I’m caught with no pants on, would not having a shirt on really make any difference? After all, underwear is underwear.”

Not needing to justify herself any longer she quickly pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her matching pink bra, and lays the shirt on the table beside her.

“Oh yeah, now this is a uniform I could get used to!” She giggles as she begins to shimmy and shake her barely clothed body, running her hands up and down her slender form. While running her hands across her body she makes a discovery, her panties are getting wet, and it definitely isn’t from sweat.

“Oh my, clean up in the chrysanthemum aisle” she laughs to herself. “I’ve been pretty naughty today, perhaps I need a write up, or maybe even a spanking!” Sally is caught up in her fantasy, lightly spanking herself in over exaggerated motions when she finally notices…