The skirt

You watch as Emma continues to work, without her shoes for a few minutes, enjoying the feelings coming from her and waiting for your next opportunity to push her further. It doesn't take long in coming.

Emma pulls a stool over to her, climbing up to replace a couple of books on the top shelf. As she climbs back down, the bottom of her skirt gets hooked on a shelf below her, hitching it up enough to show you she's wearing stockings and not tights.

"Clothing always seems to get in the way." You whisper to her. "You took off your shoes to make things easier, no one else is around, what harm would taking the skirt off do?"

You watch as her face blushes crimson at the thoughts suddenly appearing in her head, but sure enough she reaches behind her to the zip of her skirt, sliding it down and letting it drop to her feet. She stands still for a moment and you feel excitement pouring from her body, before she bends over to pick up the skirt, giving you an excellent view of her arse, clad only in a little black thong.

She returns back to get to work, trying to act like she wasn't half naked and you wonder if she's going to need a little more prompting.