Downfall/Remove Helen's underwear 1
From Create Your Own Story
"You don't need the underwear, I assume?" you say.
"Why do assume that?" he says.
"Huh?"
"Of course I will need to check all of her clothes. You wouldn't believe where passengers have hidden stolen property."
"I wouldn't?"
No, you wouldn't. Now, please continue."
"Is that all right with you?" you ask Helen. She adumbrates a shrug. All right, if she does not protest, it must be okay. Just like you did with the jeans, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of her boyshorts and pull them down. You reckon Helen won't fancy if her underwear touched the dirty ground. You go down on one knee and hold the underwear while she steps out of it. To protect Helen's decency, you turn your head.
That leaves Helen's top half.
You reach around her body to open Helen's blouse. You decide to unbutton the garment from top to bottom because that is the way you open your own blouses. With your fingertips, you follow the hemline of her cleavage towards the first button. It is not easy to find your way around, and while nestling with the button hole, your palms inadvertently rub several times over her breasts.
"I'm sorry," you say.
"No harm done," Helen says. You wonder if you would have her patience when in her situation.
From the next button on, it gets easier. You only brush against the underside of her boobs, and you can concentrate on undoing the buttons instead of avoiding her breasts. When her blouse is open, you realize another problem. How can you remove the blouse while Helen has to hold onto the wall-divider? The circumstances allow for only one way. You have to slide the blouse along her arms and then over the wall-divider.
After opening the sleeve buttons, you pull the back of the blouse over Helen's head. To reach as high as her wrists are, you have to lean into her and stand on your tiptoes. At this close range, you can sense the discreet smell of a flowery perfume. It has been more than a few days since you were this close to another human being, and even if there is nothing sensual about the situation, memories make you feel surprisingly comfortable.
You finally manage to throw the blouse over. As for the underwear, you don't throw it. Instead, you reach over for the man to take it.
"Next one, please," you hear him say after a while.
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| State of Clothing | Shirt; Jeans; Bra; Panties; Shoes |
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