But first, the bra

You can see the war of emotions inside Emma's head, the excitement mingling with the fear of being caught and you give her another little push. No one can see her right now, but from the cover of the aisle she could easily watch people passing by. People who had no idea there was a topless librarian watching them.

Emma's hands actually shake a little, though by fear or excitement you're not sure, as she reaches behind her back. The seconds drag a little until finally the hooks on her bra come undone, and she holds the material there, against her breasts for a moment, risking a glance out the end of the aisle and towards the huge window, no one out there at the moment.

Filling her with courage you smile as she finally pulls the bra free, her breasts bouncing out into the air conditioned room, her nipples already rock hard as they hit the chill.

She doesn't even look as she flings the bra behind her, completely topless, her bare back pressed against the nearest bookcase, her bare breasts heaving with her breathing.