Motivated by the look in his eye. She slips her shirt off her shoulders...one side at a time while elegantly and deliberately and slowly walks towards him . It slides down her arms and slips to the floor. He watches. Smiles. Nods. Raising one eyebrow, she bends over and runs her hands over and up her legs. Burying them under her short skirt for just a moment. Gives a little wiggle then shimmies her thong down over her thighs, over her knees and over her ankles. Kicking them to the side.