Her Thong

You watch as Emma continues to work, a smile creeping across your lips as you feel the waves of excitement flowing from her, without any pushing from you. Of course, it's not going to stay that way.

"It's exciting without shoes." You whisper in her ear, "imagine how it would feel if you removed your underwear too."

You watch as she freezes in her work, the thoughts you implanted in her head slowly running their course. She slowly reaches up under her skirt, lifting it enough for you to see the tops of her stockings, before slowly sliding a black thong down her legs. You can feel her excitement continuing to mount as she heads over to her desk, slipping the thong into her hand bag.

Except for her shoes she still looks fully dressed, but you can see her excitement as she begins to distractedly run her hand across the front of her skirt.