She looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. But instead he simply looks her up and down, his eyes seeming to focus on her remaining items of clothing, and without words she understands instantly what he expects. That strange shyness takes hold of her again, suddenly nervous to let him see more of her. And yet, she knows she needs to, that she wants to please him and do whatever it is he demands of her.
Eyes cast down, unable to look directly at him, she eases the straps of her bra down her shoulders before reaching behind her to unhook it. She doesn’t even attempt to catch it as the cups fall away from her small firm breasts, instead she just lets her arms fall beside her so that the straps slide all the way down, taking the bra to the floor.
She pauses again, but only for a moment, now determined to prove to him she can do this. Her hands reach to her hips, hooking into the waist of her knickers, but just as she is about to push them down she has an urge to turn away from him, make him wait to see her fully. She hears him chuckle as she turns, making her happy in her decision, knowing he has clearly appreciated her little act of defiance.
With back to him, she wiggles her cotton knickers down, feeling as they slip over her firm bum cheeks. Then carefully she kneels just enough that she can push them down over her knees, to her feet, leaving them around her shoes as she once more stands up so he has a clear view of her rear. Finally she steps carefully to the side so that her knickers are left on the floor, and then with hands back beside her, waits, her back to him, wondering if she should turn to face him or wait for him to make a decision for her.
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