Your Shorts

“What!?” Rachel exclaimed, shocked.

“Think about it” he said. “My shirt should cover your lower half anyway, you won’t even need them”

Rachel thought about it. She really didn’t want to risk it, but the alternative was trying to get home topless, so reluctantly, she began taking her shorts off, regretting not wearing panties that morning. Glancing around to make sure nobody was looking at her now bare body, she held out her shorts, and the man took them gladly.

“Now for your shirt” the man said, pulling it off and hanging it to her. Rachel pulled it on immediately, hoping it would be enough. It just barely worked, covering almost all of her important bits, as long as she didn’t move too much. Still, a lot of her ass could still be seen from behind. It was better than before, she supposed.

“Pleasure doing business” the man said, grinning.