Pull Rachel's dress off.

You smile at me as you tug my cap sleeves down off my shoulders, then slide them down my arms, dragging the top of my dress down. I stand perfectly still, letting you unwrap me, exposing my lacy black demi cup bra that grants a generous view of my soft breasts.

You keep going, pulling my sleeves down off my trembling wrists, and my dress down around my hips, exposing my lace-pantied bottom. Standing there in my danty underthings, my chest rises and falls more heavily. You're not sure if I'm breathing heavily from the arousal that comes from having a woman undress me, or if I'm just trying to accentuate my bosom by heaving them in and out with each breath I draw.