The Jumper

You look her up and down for a moment, and as she bends and stretches putting books back onto the shelves, you curse a little as the hem of her jumper keeps blocking your view of her beautiful rear end.

"Isn't odd being half naked and still wearing a jumper?" you mutter.

She seems to be falling more and more under your sway as she doesn't even hesitate this time. Almost instantly she's grabbing at her jumper pulling it up and over her head, revealing a rather cute white vest, already a little damp with the sweat of her excitement, and revealing enough that you can just make out the black bra underneath.

You watch her for a while longer, taking in the curves of her body, pondering your next move.