Blair Strips

‘What the fuck are you doing Blair?!?’ The blonde thought to herself as she hung her jeans up on the hook of the bathroom stall with her tank top that she had previously taken off. She was now left standing in her flats in just her mismatched bra and underwear.

Blair had never been ashamed of her body. Sure she had things that she was self conscious of, but for the most part she really liked the way she looked. ‘Come on! You can do this! It’s just a picture you take those all the time!’

With this internal pep talk she found the strength to free her perky tear drop shaped breasts from her bra and to drop her underwear to her ankles. Quickly as if she thought someone was watching she hung these up on the hook with the rest of her clothes.

She wrapped her arms around herself. Partially out of modesty partially because of the cold air in the bathroom. She could feel her nipples harden poking out from her equally small areoles. ‘Well your naked now.’ She thought as the nerves mounted. The hand she had between her legs over top of her shaved snatch. She was suddenly very glad she had taken the time to shave this past Sunday in the shower.

“Ok. You can do this.” She whispered out loud. Glancing quickly under the stalls she confirmed what she had checked thrice already. No feet so she was alone. Quickly she preset the camera app on her phone. Finally she slide back the lock and slowly eased the door open peaking out into the bathroom beyond, careful to keep herself hidden.

It felt like an eternity to Blair. Like she was running the distance of a full football field as she took the less than 10 gingerly placed steps out of the stall to position herself in front of the mirror like she had seen Fiona and Daniela do in their photos.

She was painfully aware of the door to the bathroom being directly behind her. If someone were to walk in now not only would they (and the whole bar on the other side) be treated to the perfect view of her small but pert ass but also to the full frontal view the mirror offered.

Despite her nerves she tried to take the sexiest photo she could. Placing one hand on her hip and cocking it to one side. She even extend one of her legs realizing as she snapped the photo that it exposed her labia even more.

And just like that the photo was taken and she was back in the stall. Her heart pounding at the sheer nerve of what she had done. Setting her phone down she went about the process of quickly getting redressed starting with her underwear. It was at this moment to her utter surprise that she realized… she was soaking wet.

‘No way’ she thought to herself as she reclaimed her bra. ‘That can’t have turned me on that much… it’s just been to long since you’ve gotten any… that’s why’

The justifications rang in her head as she finally pulled her shirt back over her head and turned back to her phone. She opened the thread from Daniela. The only message being the photo of herself. Naked as the day she was born. Blair hit send. And her naked body in the same mirror slide to place in the thread beneath it.