Photo Evidence

As Clara slips off her matching blue lace panties, your fingers find your phone again, still warm from the previous photos. The steamy bathroom air has fogged the lens slightly, creating a dreamlike quality to the preview screen.

"Want company for your next shot?" Clara asks, one foot already testing the water's temperature. Her naked body gleams in the amber light, all elegant curves and confidence.

"God, yes," you breathe, shifting in the tub to make space. The warm water swirls around you, the sandalwood-scented bubbles clinging to your enhanced curves.

Clara slides in with graceful precision, her body displacing the water just enough to make it lap against your sensitized skin. She positions herself behind you, her breasts pressing against your back, her long legs framing yours beneath the bubbles.

"Let me," she murmurs, reaching for your phone. "I've got longer arms."

You pass her the phone, nestling back against her, your copper waves mingling with her auburn tresses in the water. Clara extends her arm, angling the camera to capture both of you amid the mountain of bubbles.

"Closer," she whispers, her free hand sliding around your waist to pull you tight against her. The touch sends electricity dancing across your skin. "Look up at me."

You tilt your head back, meeting her gaze. The camera captures the moment—your eyes locked together, bubbles strategically covering just enough of your breasts to hint at the gold hoops beneath, Clara's expression hungry and adoring.

"Beautiful," she murmurs, tapping the screen to capture several more images. The last one catches you with parted lips as her fingers trail up your ribcage, sending a visible shiver through your body.

David clears his throat from his position against the counter, reminding you both of his presence. His eyes are dark with desire as he watches the intimate tableau unfold.

"Are you just going to stand there all night?" Clara challenges, handing the phone back to you. The screen shows the images—far more intimate and erotic than you'd anticipated. They're gorgeous, capturing the chemistry between you and Clara perfectly.

"I'm enjoying the view," David responds, his voice rough. "But I believe it's your turn to issue a dare, Clara."

Clara's hands glide up your sides, fingertips brushing the undersides of your breasts as she considers. The touch makes your breath hitch, nipples tightening against the gold hoops.

"David," she calls, never taking her eyes off you, "I dare you to join us. But those clothes stay outside the tub."

His eyes darken further as he pushes off from the counter, fingers moving to the buttons of his shirt. "As the lady commands."

You watch, mesmerized, as David undresses with methodical precision—each button undone with deliberate slowness, revealing tanned skin and the defined muscles of someone who spends regular time at the gym. When his hands move to his belt buckle, Clara's arms tighten around you in anticipation.

"Room for one more?" he asks, standing gloriously naked before you both.

00:45 | Tuesday 5 August 2025 | Putney Flat Bathroom

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