She's in Esme's chair

"Um," Fred said a little nervously. "Actually, you're sitting in Mother's chair, would you mind moving?"

Sophie's eyes widened in fear for a moment, but once again could think of no suitable excuse to not allow the eighty year old woman her chair. "Yeah... Of course...." she said slowly, leaning forward to put her tea cup down on a nearby table.

As carefully as possible, Sophie rose, keeping the pillow held in her lap, and her face towards the pair of them as she did. She could feel the hem of her shirt resting at the top of her buttocks, and her mind filled with fear that anyone behind her would have a full view of her arse.

Moving slowly she reached down to pull the hem of her shirt down again, before finally dropping the pillow back into the chair.

As Fred settled Esme into the chair, Sophie darted across the room to the other armchair, settling into it. Fred's back was to her, but she was highly aware as she sat that her shirt was once again riding up and if Esme wasn't blind she'd now have a full view of her pussy.

Moving swiftly, Sophie adjusted herself, grabbing another pillow to put in her lap, just in time for Fred to turn around and settle on the sofa. Once more her mind was filled with the absurdness of the situation. She was now sat here with two other people, bottomless in their front room.