Shirts Too

Clearly getting into the situation, Jenny looks around nervously, checking there's still no one in sight. "We should take our shirts off too," she says slowly, "they're soaked anyway."

Simon is about to argue, but she's already working on her buttons, and within seconds her shirt is on the floor along side her skirt, standing there in front of him in nothing but her footwear, bra and panties.

"Come on," Jenny urges, and Simon winces.

Slowly he reaches up, unbuttoning his own shirt and shrugging it off as well, suddenly realising he's far more naked than Jenny, wearing nothing now above his ankles.