[ Despite her request, once it's out there and accepted, she has a tiny stab of fear and an impulse to take it back. That was way too bold. Maybe they could just keep touching each other with their clothes on! And...
Ah. Too late. As she recovers from the last touch of his hand, she's thrown into yet another whirlwind of overwhelming emotions and sensations when he's suddenly naked. There's no stopping it--she openly stares, and stares, and stares. What a feast for the eyes, one she wants to keep gorging herself on, but...she needs to get on with it. ]
Ahaha, wow. [ She pulls her hand from between her legs, reaching out for a touch, but she shyly retracts it before making contact. ] I never thought I'd miss being able to change clothes like that...
[ Which means having to do it the manual way is going to make this harder. She licks her dry lips, struggling for something to seize as a distraction, to at least make things bearable.
...When in doubt, be a pain. She stands, peering back at him with a sneaky little smile, though it's weakened by her obvious nervousness. ]
You're not doing a great job of convincing me you're not adorable and sweet, you know. Look at you, so shy...
[ She's one to talk. Halfway through removing her blouse, she turns away, forcing him to stare at her back while she pulls it off and lets it fall. Hopefully he won't call her out on that after her teasing. And, really, she can say it was to build the anticipation! It's totally a striptease!
With shaking hands, next is her skirt, floating down her hips and piling on the floor around her feet. Just two more bits. She takes a breath, reaching behind her back to unhook her lacy bra. One strap down her arm, then another, and that joins her other clothes. Just one more...
Her hands are shaking harder when they pull at the top of the dainty, equally-lacy wisp of fabric that's meant to be underwear (thanks a lot, staff, really subtle with what you were doing there). She doesn't mean to be seductive with it, but it takes her quite some time to bend over and slide them down her legs. With it being the last piece, and the one that's going to expose her more than ever, the nervousness attacked ruthlessly.
And look, even funnier--she's got one arm pressed over her chest, thighs clenching together tightly while her other hand's trapped between them. She's barely able to meet his eyes as she turns herself back to face him, her pace achingly slow. Once again, what a damn hypocrite.
Which, speaking of...more jokes! ]
I have no idea why you're like this. Weren't you basically naked in the parking garage? This is...no different...
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Ah. Too late. As she recovers from the last touch of his hand, she's thrown into yet another whirlwind of overwhelming emotions and sensations when he's suddenly naked. There's no stopping it--she openly stares, and stares, and stares. What a feast for the eyes, one she wants to keep gorging herself on, but...she needs to get on with it. ]
Ahaha, wow. [ She pulls her hand from between her legs, reaching out for a touch, but she shyly retracts it before making contact. ] I never thought I'd miss being able to change clothes like that...
[ Which means having to do it the manual way is going to make this harder. She licks her dry lips, struggling for something to seize as a distraction, to at least make things bearable.
...When in doubt, be a pain. She stands, peering back at him with a sneaky little smile, though it's weakened by her obvious nervousness. ]
You're not doing a great job of convincing me you're not adorable and sweet, you know. Look at you, so shy...
[ She's one to talk. Halfway through removing her blouse, she turns away, forcing him to stare at her back while she pulls it off and lets it fall. Hopefully he won't call her out on that after her teasing. And, really, she can say it was to build the anticipation! It's totally a striptease!
With shaking hands, next is her skirt, floating down her hips and piling on the floor around her feet. Just two more bits. She takes a breath, reaching behind her back to unhook her lacy bra. One strap down her arm, then another, and that joins her other clothes. Just one more...
Her hands are shaking harder when they pull at the top of the dainty, equally-lacy wisp of fabric that's meant to be underwear (thanks a lot, staff, really subtle with what you were doing there). She doesn't mean to be seductive with it, but it takes her quite some time to bend over and slide them down her legs. With it being the last piece, and the one that's going to expose her more than ever, the nervousness attacked ruthlessly.
And look, even funnier--she's got one arm pressed over her chest, thighs clenching together tightly while her other hand's trapped between them. She's barely able to meet his eyes as she turns herself back to face him, her pace achingly slow. Once again, what a damn hypocrite.
Which, speaking of...more jokes! ]
I have no idea why you're like this. Weren't you basically naked in the parking garage? This is...no different...
[ Projection much? ]