A little push

You watch Emma as she continues in her work, not really even underdressed in her skirt and tank top, but it's clear that the slight thrill is getting to her already. Just one more little push would probably be all she needs.

"What if you weren't wearing a skirt at work?" You ask her silently, "wouldn't that be so much more exciting."

You watch the blush spread over her cheeks as the thought filters through her brain. She slowly stands, looking around over her shoulder as her fingers fiddle lightly with the rear clasp of her skirt. She seems to think about the idea for ever, before her fingers snap it open, letting it fall to the floor pooled at her feet.

You take in the image of her stood there nervously, dressed in just stockings, tank top and a newly revealed black thong, and imagine just how embarrassed she would be if she knew someone was watching her.

One hand seems to unconsciously slide down between her legs, and as she runs a finger over the thin fabric she suddenly pauses. "What am I doing?"