Leave the jumper

You prompt Emma to drop her jumper and bra beside the sink heading back to the counter, where a young man is stood waiting, a couple of books in his hands.

"Oh, hi, I just wanted to_" the man stops suddenly, stareing at Emma.

Emma's eyes follow his and she finds herself looking down at her tank top, her aroused nipples clearly poking through the thin material. Red flushes across her face as a combination of embarrassment and excitement fill her head. Emma freezes in place, desperately wishing to head back to the rest room to pick up her jumper.