Sleepover at Sophie's

Jack sat across from Sophie, watching her eyes light up as she enthusiastically explained her new nudist philosophy. Although he was still quite tense, it was fascinating how much she’d embraced what he'd wanted her to, in such a short time. The experiment's subliminal messaging had done its work—perhaps too well.

“You know, after our last conversation,” Sophie continued, smiling warmly, “I realized that what was really holding me back wasn’t any inner fear or doubt. It was society’s taboos, all these rules and expectations about how we should look and act. Once I saw that, I just couldn't unsee it anymore. So I just… let them go. The taboos about what should and shouldn't be covered. Now, I only really feel at peace when I’m nude. It’s like clothes have become this heavy, limiting thing, you know?”

Jack nodded, listening closely as she described the her thought process, almost feeling the urge to take notes—like a scientist studying an emerging phenomenon. As Sophie talked, her voice grew more impassioned, her hands gesturing as if to break invisible chains.

“Once I accepted that my natural state is where I’m truly myself, everything just clicked. In the last couple of days, I’ve even developed this whole new mindfulness technique that’s all about rejecting those limitations. It’s… incredibly freeing.”

Jack couldn’t help but smile at her intensity. For a moment, he forgot about the ominous message from earlier and the frantic rush to hide his traces. He relaxed, enjoying Sophie’s company more than he expected he'd be able to. He had managed to plant little seeds in her mind, and these seeds were blossoming into intricate thoughts and ideas. It wasn’t just about nudity for her any more; it was about liberation. Of course, for him, there was a deeper, more carnal enjoyment in seeing Sophie embrace it so fully. In fact, Jack would bet that also Greg had shared this... enjoyment.

“So, you showed Greg?” Jack asked casually, curious how much she really had shared with her boss. “Wasn’t that awkward?”

Sophie shook her head, a proud expression on her face. “No, not at all. I showed him everything, Jack. I wanted him to see all of me, who I truly am now. It felt… right. He was very positive, supportive even, and quite quickly went along with it. He asked me to demonstrate some advanced yoga poses, and helped me stretch afterwards. Jack, I think he suddenly saw me in a different light. You know, like an enlightened mind. To be honest, it was a very rewarding experience.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, amused by her enthusiasm. He could easily imagine Greg’s reaction, likely very similar to his own, as he listened to Sophie describe her demonstration. Lucky bastard—and he'd probably never even know how much of his luck he had Jack to thank for.

“Oh, but don’t worry,” she added, apparently misinterpreting his thoughtful expression, and leaned in conspiratorially, “I didn’t tell him anything about the experiment, obviously. That’s still our secret.” She emphasized her point by winking at him.

After dinner, they settled into her living room, chamomile tea in hand, while Sophie continued talking about her excitement for the class she was set to teach. Jack could feel the tension from earlier slipping further away as Sophie’s warmth and optimism washed over him. Her joy was contagious, even if his reasons for enjoying the moment were far less noble than hers. Either way, she seemed zoned in on exactly how to help him relax, make him feel good, as she dropped attentive hints. Picking up on her willingness, he decided it was time for him to push his enjoyment a little further, or at least test the waters.

“You know,” Jack said, a hint of mischief in his voice, “for someone who talks so much about the peace of being nude, I can't help but notice you’re still wearing a dress.”

Sophie paused for a moment, then smiled knowingly. “Mostly, I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I realize not everyone is prepared to embrace nudity. I'm trying to be mindful... not rude.”

“Oh, I think I’d be fine with it,” Jack replied, his grin widening. “In fact, I’d love a lesson on how to fully embrace the comfort of shedding clothes.”

Sophie chuckled, almost as if picking up on his true intentions, but there was no hesitation in her movements. Suddenly standing up, she gently slid her dress over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in one smooth motion. She stood there, utterly at ease, her body fully revealed to Jack as she smiled down at him.

“I’m glad you’re open to it,” she said, her voice calm as ever. “Let me show you how freeing it can be. Please... enjoy.” Jack heard the hint of submissiveness in her voice, and he was suddenly reminded of his own goals for Sophie’s playlist.

Though appreciative, he wasn’t necessarily interested in the spiritual aspect. He had a feeling that Sophie was, at least on some level, aware of that. As she began demonstrating a series of yoga poses, her body bending and stretching gracefully, he couldn’t help but let his gaze linger. Her firm, drop-shaped boobs looked even better up close than when he'd gotten a glimpse from across the street. Every part of her body was perfectly toned from years of sports and a health-focused lifestyle. Her belly button formed an elegant oval between a clear hint of abs. Her pubic mound was carefully decorated with a triangle of cute, black curls, while the slightly darker skin of her pussy below was kept satisfyingly smooth. The lightly pink, flowery folds of her inner labia defiantly peeked out from between her peach-like cleft. She was stunning, head to toe, and he doubted that anyone—fucking *Greg* included—could resist the allure of watching her like this.

God bless Latina genes, he thought to himself, as his attention kept getting captured by Sophie's surprisingly large, bubbly butt, despite how toned the rest of her body was. Each pose seemed designed to show off her curves, as if she had fully intended to show off all of her natural beauty to Jack. And although Sophie’s intent might be relatively pure, Jack found his appreciation rooted in something entirely different. He felt his appreciation growing in his lap.

Still, her demonstration did more than just distract his gaze—it completely erased the stress from earlier from his mind. Watching Sophie, free of inhibition, Jack found himself forgetting the warning text and the current chaos of his experiment. Right now, all that mattered was the peaceful, yet provocative display in front of him.

He leaned back, sipping his tea, letting himself be fully absorbed in joy of the moment.

As Jack relaxed into the evening, Sophie’s presence made him feel more grounded than he had in days. Watching her expertly glide through nude yoga poses had helped fully dispel his lingering tension. Eventually, she had retreated onto the couch across from him, relaxed and satisfied.

She had asked him what he thought of her techniques and, demurely, if he had enjoyed the show. He could only give her positive feedback, glad to further encourage her. Finally, as they idly exchanged small talk, there was a thought resurfacing on Jack's mind. He hadn’t yet gone over his questionnaire with Sophie.

“Sophie,” he said, his voice soft but deliberate, “I’ve been thinking. We should go through the survey I’ve prepared about the experiment. You know, to track your progress.”

She looked over at him, completely at ease, her skin glowing under the soft light of the room. "Of course," she said with a nod, her voice warm and inviting.

Jack asked the first few questions, getting responses he could have easily predicted, but for the sake of completeness he wanted to follow his established procedure. Yes, she had noticed changes in her mood while listening to the playlist—it made her feel more free and relaxed. Yes, new thoughts and feelings had surfaced, mostly about her body and its natural state. Habits? Well, she’d grown more comfortable shedding her clothes, naturally.

But it was the final question—the one he always looked forward to—that surprised him.

“Is there anything you would like to ask, share, or show me?”

Sophie paused for a moment, her eyes sparkling with a touch of curiosity. “Actually, yes,” she said thoughtfully. “Would you like to try it? Being nude… with me?”

Jack blinked, caught off guard. He hadn’t expected that. Her tone was so calm, so matter-of-fact, but the suggestion left him momentarily speechless. He had appreciated her feeling free, but this? Her wanting to share that feeling with him, like that? That was unexpected.

He hesitated, unsure of what to say. Seeing the doubt flicker across his face, Sophie’s expression softened, understanding. “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with yoga, by the way,” she said gently. “We don’t have to do anything like that. Maybe… we could just watch a movie? We could cuddle up, relax, whatever helps you feel more at ease.”

Jack tilted his head, considering the offer. It was tempting, even more so because of the genuine care in Sophie’s voice. Being naked with her, cuddling up to her hot, curvy body, feeling her warm skin on his... that sounded delightful. Though she clearly wasn’t proposing anything directly sexual; she was simply eager for him to experience what she had—removing his limitations, embracing freedom. And, given the day he’d had, maybe it wasn’t the worst idea. The unknown threat still lingered in the back of his mind, but Sophie was offering this perfect distraction. It was hard to resist.

“Yeah,” Jack finally said, his voice steadier now. “You know what, let’s try it.”

Sophie’s smile widened, soft and encouraging. “Great,” she said. “I think you’ll like it.” She stood up, ready to prepare the space for their relaxing evening, and turning on a streaming service on her TV. Jack watched her, a sense of curiosity and anticipation building inside him.

Whatever the rest of the night held, he knew one thing for sure: Sophie had a way of making everything feel okay. Even in a moment of borderline paranoia, he had found himself drawn in by her openness, and perhaps, he was more willing to follow her lead than he initially realized. She did teach mindfulness for a living, after all.

As the movie played in the background, the room had fallen into a quiet, comfortable lull. Sophie had scooted closer to Jack, her skin brushing his as she leaned in. Without a word, she nestled against him, lying down across his lap, one arm between his knees, her head and chest resting on his thighs as she kept her eyes on the screen. Seemingly unbothered, her upper back pressed lightly against the base of his newly naked, semi-erect penis.

Jack felt a surge of intimacy as Sophie’s bare skin rubbed against him, anytime she'd gently reposition. He let himself enjoy the closeness, appreciating the simple comfort of having her near. Wanting to test the boundaries of the situation, tentatively, he placed his hand on her hip, unsure if she would say anything. When she didn’t react, he grew a little bolder. Slowly, he let his hand drift to her waist, his fingertips grazing the soft curve of her body. Still no objection.

His hand wandered back down, caressing her smooth skin as it went, until it came to rest on her butt. No response. He squeezed one buttock, slowly, lightly letting his pinky dip in between the warmth of her cheeks. Sophie let out a small, surprised sound, a little gasp that made Jack freeze in place. He immediately withdrew his hand, thinking he might have gone too far, but before he could apologize, she turned her head just slightly to glance up at him, her eyes soft.

“It’s okay,” she said gently, her voice calm and reassuring. “You can touch me if it helps you relax. Let me give you what you need... whatever you want. Just... keep it friendly.” She flashed him an encouraging smile, before turning back to follow the movie.

Friendly. He remembered his subliminals for Sophie would make her feel joy and fulfillment in accomodating him, but he hadn’t been sure of the extent of that. Her words disarmed him, giving him explicit permission he hadn’t expected. Sophie shifted a little to get more comfortable, and he hesitated for just a moment before placing his hand back on her hip, this time with more confidence. He slowly traced her shape upwards, along the curve of her waist, towards the side of her chest. His fingers followed the groove that hinted at her ribcage under a thin layer of muscles and flesh. He brushed against the bottom of her breasts, gently feeling their elasticity, before turning back down over her flat stomach, tracing her belly button.

It was a simple act, yet charged with an intimacy that, for the first time that night, allowed him to forget the day’s earlier chaos entirely. Jack let out a satisfied sigh and, as the scenes on the TV steadily progressed, he eagerly continued exploring the contrasting firmness and softness that Sophie’s body offered.

As the movie was winding down, Jack’s attention had mostly drifted from the screen to the feel of Sophie’s body beneath his hands. His casual groping had become second nature, lost in the relaxed haze of the moment. He was idly running his fingers through the soft curls of Sophie's hair, with both hands, one on her head and one between her legs, when out of nowhere, Sophie’s soft voice cut through the room. Like breaking a trance.

“Jack?” she asked, her tone curious but tinged with something else—uncertainty.

Jack’s gaze followed hers, out the window. His stomach dropped. From Sophie’s apartment, the view of his place was murky, barely discernible, but there was no mistaking the faint lights flickering inside, casting long shadows across the walls.

“Is that the hydraulic you were waiting for?” Sophie asked innocently, tilting her head.

Jack swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. “Could be,” he said, though the sudden adrenaline surging back through him told him otherwise. His instincts had been spot-on; something was happening at his apartment, and it wasn’t a routine repair.

Feigning calm, Jack reached for his phone, pretending to check for a text from the supposed hydraulic service. In reality, he opened the app linked to the hidden security cameras he’d installed in his apartment years ago, angling the screen away from Sophie’s curious glance. What he saw sent a cold shiver down his spine. Two masked figures were moving through his apartment, turning over papers and opening drawers, eerily graceful, their faces partly hidden beneath tight, black masks.

They were women—Asian, from what he could tell—and, unsettlingly, beautiful in a way that contrasted sharply with the menace they radiated as they rifled through his things. Every movement was deliberate, their eyes sharp as they scoured his space.

Sophie shifted beside him, blissfully unaware of the danger unfolding just across the street. “Jack? Is everything okay?”

He nodded quickly, his heart pounding in his chest as he closed the app. “Yeah,” he lied, managing a smile. “It’s probably fine. I’ll check on it later.”

The morning light filtered through the curtains in Sophie’s living room as Jack groggily blinked awake. His body ached from sleeping on Sophie’s couch, though his mind was immediately alert, anxious. Grabbing his phone from the coffee table, he noticed a new text from the same unknown number as before:

“Told ya. Sorry for the inconvenience. Well done though, coast is clear. Don’t know what you did, but they’re completely thrown off. I’ll deactivate this number now. If you want to chat, meet me Saturday at REB.”

His heart skipped a beat. REB. Jack knew what that meant—the Red Ears Bar, an infamous place in a dangerous part of town, where rough, intimidating clientèle went for debauchery and raunchy performances. Not somewhere he ever expected to find himself. But now… this was the only lead he had.

The relief from last night’s narrow escape was quickly replaced with a new sense of foreboding. Whoever had helped him, whoever those women had been, the danger probably wasn't suddenly over. And now, Jack had to decide if he was going to dig deeper into this—into the REB—and get the answers he needed.

Sighing, he rubbed his temples, starting to form a plan. Whatever lay ahead, he wasn’t about to back down now. He needed to stay in control, be cautious, and more importantly, get ready for whatever the Red Ears Bar had in store for him on Saturday.