Sofia Strips

“I… I don’t know if this is such a good idea,” Sofia says, hovering by the edge of the scene.

She seems hesitant to actually step in front of the camera. Tiffany, still nude, places a soft hand on her shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“You and Scarlet both have good reasons to get naked,” Sofia says, looking at them uncertainly. “Scarlet, because of what happened to her, and you, because of the birthmark… but… not so with me. There’s no good reason that I should get naked in front of a camera. People will just look at me and think this girl just wants to flash her body around.”

“That’s not true,” Tiffany says. “You’ll be doing it in solidarity with us!”

“I think it’s important to do, especially if you’re feeling ashamed about it,” Scarlet adds. “That just shows how necessary it is! Weren’t you just making the point a couple of nights ago?”

Sofia nods slowly, though she doesn’t look fully convinced.

“Come on, let’s start with the clothed photos first,” I say. “That’ll warm you up, and then we can see where things go from there.”

“Okay, let’s start with that,” Sofia says, curling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger.

She takes a position in front of the camera, her smouldering gaze and delicate figure a wonder to behold. The first couple of photos go about as expected. Sofia plasters a smile onto her face, and though there’s a bit of tension in those initial shots, they gradually fade as she grows more comfortable in front of the camera.

“That’s it,” I say, “maybe bite your lip just a bit when you’ve got your leg that way… perfection.”

It doesn’t take a genius to see why Father chose Sofia as his latest wife. Her natural charm, the way she manages to seem presentable even as she poses semi-scandalously, the sheer fabric of her white dress making her undergarments all too visible, all of it combined makes her an irresistibly sexy little vixen.

“Alright,” I say, after we spend a good ten minutes filling my camera roll up with various shots of Sofia clothed. “Shall we lose the dress?”

“You want me to do this slowly, right?” she asks.

“That’s it. No need to rush the process,” I say, watching as she lifts the hem of her white dress up.

She strips it off after a moment, exposing her lacy white bra and panties beneath. The curves on her body might not be the largest of the women in the family, but it’s certainly nothing to scoff at, either. I find myself having to struggle to maintain my concentration on the photos that I’m taking, lest my gaze veer and concentrate solely on her bust, or her ass, or…

“I’ve done underwear shoots before,” Sofia says, sounding a bit nervous again. “But I’ve never gone further than this.”

“It’s no big deal,” Tiffany says, encouraging Sofia with a warm smile.

“Tiff and I liked it so much that we’ve decided to stay nude,” Scarlet says, flaunting her tits. “It’s just a little skin!”

“I know,” Sofia says, and then she looks at me, playing with a strand of her hair again.

“Are you worried about what your husband will say?” I ask. “Hasn’t he given permission already?”

“I suppose…” Sofia says.

She takes a deep breath, and then brings a hand to the strap of her bra. With a quick motion, she undoes it, and the pale fabric falls to the ground. But before I can hit the shutter, she’s placed her hands in front of her tits, forming a handbra that obscures the goods on the next photo that I take.

“That’s good,” I say. “Taking it slower builds more tension for the viewers, we can gradually work with this, maybe unveil a nipple between your fingers next, almost like an ‘accident’…”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think this is right for me,” Sofia says, taking a step back, her hands clutched tight in front of her chest.

“What’s the matter?” I ask, pausing.

I wouldn’t want to push her too far on this. I can sense that she’s weighing some things heavily on her mind, and the last thing I’d want is to scare her away from any potential avenues in the future…

“I don’t know if I’m comfortable with all of this yet,” she says. “I know you’re a good person, Claude, and it means a lot that Tiffany and Scarlet trust you, but this is… it’s a bit personal, having your nude photos taken. It feels intimate.”

“I know what you mean,” I say.

There’s an unmistakable bond between photographer and subject, one that extends beyond a purely professional business relationship.

“So you’re saying the problem is that you’re not comfortable getting intimate with Claude?” Tiffany asks.

“Yeah,” Sofia says, her tits still hidden between her hands. “I mean, I want to do this, for both of you, not just for me… I just don’t know if I’m prepared to yet.”

“What if Claude gives you a massage?” Scarlet suggests, poking me in the side. “You know, skinship and contact can make things more comfortable…”

Sofia looks at me, glancing at my hands.

“It can’t hurt,” she says, sounding faintly embarrassed.

“Well then,” I smile, coming out from behind the camera. “Be prepared for the best massage that you’ve ever gotten in your life.”

I stand behind Sofia, watching her breathe, chest heaving and falling with rapid regularity. I set my hands on her bare shoulders, feeling her breath hitch. I’m trusting that my newly bought perk will let my hands work magic. I gently squeeze her shoulders, massaging the tension away with smooth motions of my hands.

“That’s… surprisingly good,” Sofia murmurs.

“We’ve barely gotten started,” I say, my hands drifting lower, caressing her upper back.

A couple more seconds there, and my hands briefly interlace with hers, still folded before her chest, fingers brushing against fingers, and against the bare side of her tits for just a fraction of a second. I see her shiver.

“He’s good, isn’t he,” Scarlet laughs, seeing Sofia’s reaction.

“He’s… given you this treatment?” she asks.

“Oh, and more,” Scarlet smiles.

She glances out the studio, but the door is locked and the curtains drawn. Nobody can look in, we made sure of that as soon as photography began. Then, Scarlet sidles up to the two of us, and she plants a soft kiss on my mouth.

“Oh… the two of you are…” Sofia says, faintly surprised. “Are… an item?”

I continue massaging her lower back as Tiffany comes up on my other side, giving me a kiss too.

“What…” Sofia mutters. “I don’t understand what’s going on…”

“It’s a flexible arrangement,” Tiffany laughs.

“And there’s always room for more,” I say, whispering into her ear.

“Oh, my,” Sofia says, her eyes growing very wide.

“We have marvellous fun together,” Scarlet says, running a hand down Sofia’s thigh.

“Such marvellous fun,” Tiffany murmurs, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

Sofia’s hands fall slack to her side, unveiling her tits for all of us to see. Her head tilts to the side, her lips an inch away from mine, and my hungry ones meet hers, our kiss one built of pure electricity. I don’t even notice when it happens, but my hands find my way to her breasts, lightly kneading, my growing bulge pressed against her ass, Tiffany and Scarlet on either side, their hands drifting over our bodies with passionate fascination.

“Oh… are we going to…” Sofia murmurs, barely finding the breath to utter the statement.

“We are,” Scarlet says, and so we do.