Relief washed across her face and she was really starting to feel comfortable again. She stood, with a bit more strength this time and he walked her to the little bathroom. She was very thankful that his lab had such accomidations. She decided he must really spend a lot of time here.

Amy walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She placed the shirt he had given her on the back of the toilet. Then, she looked herself over in the mirror and realized she really did look a mess. She smoothed down her hair a bit and looked down at her leg and frowned.

Unzipping her skirt, she bent over to slide it over her legs without it touching her injured limb. She stood and stepped out of it as she began to pull her sweater over her head. She threw it onto the floor along with her skirt.

She examined herself noticing the scrapes and red spots along her shoulder. They weren't as bad as the gash she realized was on her thigh. She must have fallen on a piece of glass or a sharp rock. It wasn't bleeding but from what she could tell it was fairly deep.

She then realized she had to set about the task of getting her thigh high pantyhose off with as little pain as possible. Amy slipped her thumbs under each side of the elastic band at her thigh. She slowly pulled it down, peeling it away from her wound and down her knee, slipping it off at the toe. She threw the abused nylon into the wastebasket. She then placed her other leg upon the side of the toilet and slowly slid the hose down her shapely, feminine leg and threw the stocking in with its mate.

She looked in the mirror again. She was wearing the only matching underwear she owned. Her roomate had bought her these for a Christmas present and gave them to her early. She never really thought about matching her undergarments. Who was going to see them anyway, she thought. looked at herself she realized they made her feel sexy even if no one saw them.

She ran her hands across the soft, deep blue satin and lace of her bra causing her nipples to harden under the material. Sliding her hands slowly around her body, she unhooked the metal hooks and the garment went limp around her body.

She caught the cups in her hands and shrugged it away from her body exposing her full round breasts. She thought they were too big. She was a D cup on a petite frame. She'd always worn clothes to hide it, thick sweaters, never anything low cut, never too tight.

Her nipples were standing erect and she couldn't resist the urge to run her hands across her naked breasts and roll the hard buds between her fingers. For a moment she forgot where she was as she massaged her breasts while watching herself in the mirror. She began to feel hot between her legs as she pinched her nipples.

Just before her brain fogged completely over she gathered where she was and that Will was probably outside waiting on her to get finished so that he could make sure she was okay. She also was afraid if she took too long he may get worried and come in to check on her.

She then quickly slid her panties down and picked them up and noticed the small line of moisture along the material as she threw them over with her other clothes. Amy then opened the door to the shower and turned on the water. She stepped into the stall and let the steam engulf her. She was chilled to the bone from being outside and the water felt sooo good on her battered skin.