Still nothing...

Anna looked over the piece of clothing in confusion, this MUST be it, this must be the problem, yet she still felt that odd itch, to confirm it she ran her hand over her very naked behind, but as she did it was as if the feeling had moved, not like an animal, but it felt like wherever it moved that it had always been there...Anna dropped her shirt on the ground and chased the feeling, up her back, then around to her front, along her chest, until it rested squarely on her breast, without a second thought her hand darted around to her back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor, adding to the growing pile of clothes.

The itch stayed there for a moment as Anna squeezed at her breast, trying to alleviate the feeling as best as she could, she was almost ****, then just as suddenly as before, the feeling shifted down her body again, down her chest, stomach, even going past her nethers...until it stopped at her still covered feet, the itch was even more nagging now, feeling more like she had a splinter stuck somewhere than a simple feeling.

Without hesitation she slipped her shoes off, then reached down, pulling each sock off one by one, adding each to the pile under her desk, a very small part of Anna wondered if someone had seen her, if someone was watching...the rest of Anna didn't care, that itch had to be stopped, no matter the cost.

Again the itch moved, up her legs, past her thighs, before it stopped right where her most private of places lay...