The skirt

You smile to yourself as you watch Emma work for a moment without her jumper, barely really undressed at all, and yet there are still waves of excitement flowing from her.

A little mental nudging from you and you watch her fingers playing across the clasp of her skirt.

Emma takes a deep breath, and then undoes the clasp, letting the skirt drop to her feet, leaving her stood there in just tank top, stockings and a newly revealed black thong.