In The Recording Studio

(Repost)

The beautiful and quirky thing that was Kimbra was recording a promotional live video with a new song today. The boys in the band were behind her and she was wearing the same red dress she wore for her very popular Sing Sing Studios Youtube videos. She had her dark hair up in a mess of curls, red lipstick, and she had brought her A-game. They all stood in the sponsoring studio, ready to make some magic. Taking a cue from the aforementioned videos, the light was warm but even. It had a sort of candlelit beauty.

Everything was going right, and millions of eager fans were ready to tune in at the time Kimbra had dropped on her Instagram.

The time came, and the bassist dropped a catchy new creation courtesy of collaboration with the eclectic and ever inventive songwriter. The keyboards came in, then a jazz guitar.

All of them watched Kimbra sway and sing in her red dress from behind, while the audience adored her beautiful visage and the heavenly sounds it could create.

Suddenly, the bassist noted a strange drop-out in his playing, and looked down to check the chords. As he followed the cord, he saw a strange flesh-toned blur out of the corner of his eye, close to the floor. He dismissed it, but then he just had to look.

Strangely, he was able to identify it immediately and frowned.

At the end of the cords, as he followed them to the microphone, were two feminine feet sliding and twisting about the floor, completely unshod and bare. He frowned at the barefoot distraction for another moment before following up the ankles and some very lovely legs - and nearly lost his balance.

He got an elbow in the shoulder from the guitarist, who had approached him, and the drummer and keyboardist were looking from their singer, to eachother, to their bandmates, and back.

But all of them spent a substantial amount of time looking at the room's new centerpiece: Kimbra Lee Johnson's luscious and apparently nude behind. Her freed cheeks bounced perkily with the movement of her bared feet. She was too lost in whatever musical higher plane she often accessed to feel the carpet between her dainty toes, to feel the air tracing the delicate musculature of her smooth back. Her hair was far too dolled up to tickle her bare shoulders.

But part of her could feel the bouncing of her as of yet undiscovered bare breasts. It took about a minute before that part of Kimbra joined the millions of shocked eyes worldwide, and glanced down the subtle sharpness of her collar to see her leaping mounds, her bright pink nipples, her girlishly curvy tummy and bare hips;

And then that part of Kimbra joined her very naked self, and she squealed!

Unsure of what to do, Kimbra looked at her bandmates, with a hurt expression on her face, and ran as fast as her feet could carry her.

Eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and necks nearly snapped with the of redirecting the heads they turned as the pale beauty with the stellar voice and big eyes ran barefoot and totally nude through the crew and the studio, cradling her sizable breasts and smothering her little pussy behind one delicate hand. She was squealing and crying all the way, begging for some space to make her way through, small thing though she was.

Suddenly her soles were slapping concrete, and then wood, and she was standing outside her dressing room. Once she had finally calmed down (or become comparatively so), she realized she did not have her key! In fact, she didn't have anything but Kimbra, just bare Kimbra!

Not wanting to spend any longer running around in her birthday suit, Kimbra screamed for an assistant with a key. Huddling in front of her door with her butt pressed against the ground and her knees to her chest, toes flexing, fighting the urge to have a nervous breakdown; despite the turmoil inside, she was quite a sight to see.

One could only hope to see such a dreamy sight under more desirable circumstances.

But little did Kimbra know how dire (and naked!) her circumstances were, because....