“Not at all. Julie, give me a hand with this table, will you?” Margaret asked.
Together, we placed a low table close to the window; Margaret telling me how it was the best height for lighting and balance. We draped a white sheet over it and scattered white cushions and pillows and a sheepskin rug over the top.
I turned to see what Amanda was doing and was shocked to see she was removing all of her clothing. She was down to her bra and panties, and I watched, fascinated, as she unclipped her bra, threw that on the couch, and then eased out of her panties.
Her back was to me, and as she bent over to pick up her shoes, I was rewarded with a perfect view of her bottom and a quick glimpse of her pussy. My heart missed a beat as my own pussy began to throb. I hadn’t realized she’d be posing nude.