She felt her hands pulling off her shoulder bag, her coat. She kicked off her trainers and pulled off her knee socks. She tried fight her self from pulling off her jumper and ended up accidentally flinging it off. She pulled off her tee shirt and went for her denim trousers next. She was standing there for a moment in her black lace bra and knickers, fighting the urge to take those off. She kept reaching for the clasp and stopping herself. She had never fought anything so hard in her life.
She finally took her bra off and pulled her knickers down as well. She stood there starkers, and waited for him. "They're off." She told him monotone. She waited for future instructions.