Connor 3

Well this night just got interesting. I’ve got to be honest, I wasn’t expecting Sophie to let things get this far. After all, Eric was just complaining about how reserved she was, when he and I had a moment to ourselves at the club. But looking at her, as Anna pulls her dress up over her head, I can’t help but scoff at my little brother’s complaint. The lithe girl in front of me, sticking her ass out for our viewing pleasure, seems to be way more adventurous than Eric was letting on. Maybe Sophie just needed the right kind of...motivation.

With both dresses now lying crumpled on the inflatable mattress, and Anna doing her best to teach Sophie her new pose, Eric and I are presented with an unforgettable show. Anna is a super star. She’s obviously the more comfortable of the two, elegantly and effortlessly falling into position. She’s taller than Sophie is, and it shows in this moment with the two girls side-by-side. Her panties match the pink of her hair, itself, a remnant of the last rave we went to. The lace trim also adds a more feminine touch, especially when compared to Sophie’s more basic panties. Anna knows that the bra and panty set she has on, is one of my favourites, and I can’t help but wonder whether she knew she’d be putting on a show for me later tonight.

Just as Sophie is getting into position herself, she locks eyes with me, and I see something in her eyes that I wasn’t expecting. I smile broadly, letting the hunger in my own eyes show, and making sure she sees me lower my gaze to her chest, and then her ass, and finally, back to her face. I have the feeling I could push this further, and I think I’m going to do just that. Without breaking eye contact with Sophie, I stand up, and start to unbutton my shirt. Teasing the girls with every button down the middle, loosening my cuffs, and finally pulling the shirt over my head and throwing it aside. “I think this photoshoot is missing some male talent, how about you girls?”.

I’m a large guy, broad shouldered, with lots of visible muscle, so I’m pretty accustomed to the stares I get whenever I take my shirt off. But rather than stop there, naked from the waist up, and letting the girls admire my body, I undo the button of my pants, and then the fly, sliding them down and kicking them off of me entirely. Immediately, this leaves me in nothing but the tight grey boxer-briefs that I was wearing underneath. I raise both arms to my side and strike a superman pose for the girls, even turning my head to the side and smiling into the distance. Without really thinking about it, I throw Eric my phone. “Hey buddy, we’re going to need a photographer, do you mind?”. I hear him starting to make up some excuse, but stop him before he can finish, “I mean, it’s the least you can do if you’re not going to strip, right girls?”.