This is another Deirdre tribute story from the late 1990s.

"Oh, Simone, I know just the thing!"

I was talking with Moira about my anniversary and what I might get for Kyle. Suddenly she dashed off to her bedroom to fetch something, leaving me to wonder what it might be. She returned with a framed picture and triumphantly presented it to me. It was a picture of her wearing some scandalously revealing lingerie!

I just sat there and stared. The picture appeared to be very professionally done, and her pose didn't quite reveal anything, but still... I blushed, imagining myself in Moira's place -- it didn't take much effort, we look so much alike people are always mistaking us for sisters.

"You'd look so good, Simone! You know Kyle would love a picture of you like this!" I did take good care of myself, and Kyle would like it, but I couldn't imagine posing for some stranger dressed like that. Somehow Moira talked me into it anyway, and even had me call that very day for a sitting time -- the next day at 2. I was surprised when she too made an appointment for herself the following Thursday at 4; she just smiled at my inquiry.

Well, I was really nervous when I arrived at the studio for my sitting. The receptionist showed me into one of the sitting rooms and told me the photographer would be with me shortly. I had barely started looking around when this girl breezed into the room. "Hi, Simone. My name is Naomi and I'm your photographer. Do you see anything you like?"

For some reason I had assumed the photographer would be a man. Moira hadn't said anything about it. I suppose I should have been relieved that I wouldn't have to pose in front of a man, but instead I felt embarrassment. Naomi was so young and good-looking, I was sure to look old and dumpy next to her.

Naomi gave me an appraising look and a brilliant smile. "Your first time?" I managed a small nod. "Don't worry, you be great! Now let's find something for you to wear, shall we?" Hesitantly, I fingered one of the filmy gowns hanging on the rack. "Oh no, Simone," she objected, "I don't think that would suit you at all. Here, let me show you why." She took off her top and cutoffs right in front of me! All she was wearing was this tiny thong underneath!

I was gasping in surprise, but Naomi just took the gown and slid it over her head. "See?" she said. "Even with your bust, the fall would be all wrong." We were about the same height, but her breasts were smaller than mine. She pinched the material over her nipples and pulled it away from her body to show the basic effect; it did look rather dumpy. "Eeech! We can definitely do better, don't you think?"

She slipped out of the gown as quickly as she'd donned it, then guided me to some more promising selections. Naomi's nearly naked body right next to me was very distracting, and she seemed to have a good idea of what she wanted, so I found myself deferring to her suggestions. Finally she picked out a baby-doll outfit and a bra and panty set for me.

"Come on, Simone, let's get you ready!" I was surprised to see her walk out the door in only her panties, but maybe nobody else was in the back of the studio. I hurriedly grabbed my things and followed. Instead of the dressing room I was expecting, she led me into a small salon.

"Just put your clothes over there and have a seat," she said. I deposited the lingerie as directed, but hadn't taken a second step towards the chair before she stopped me. "All your clothes, Simone. There'll be a lot more of you showing than there is now, and we want all of it to look scrumptious, don't we?" I was embarrassed, but she seemed so matter-of-fact about it... Soon I was seated in front of the mirrors, covered only by a plastic bib, as Naomi worked on my hair.

She chattered on about how great I'd look, but all I could concentrate on was the sight of her trim breasts, capped by hard little nipples, passing right in front of my face and the cool air wafting across my legs and bare belly. I'm sure that was the only reason my nipples got hard. After a trim, shampoo, drying and styling Naomi removed the bib and I thought she was done, but she said she was only getting started!

Before I could say anything, she started rubbing creme on my arms and picked up a razor. She proceeded to shave every inch of my arms, and then my armpits too. Then she started on my legs! She was so methodical, checking closely as she worked up their length, that I could feel her breath on my smooth skin. I know it was totally inappropriate, but I couldn't help thinking of Kyle and getting a little excited. Then Naomi said she need to trim my pubes too! She made me spread my legs, and I was worried she would see my wetness and think I was attracted to women! But she didn't say a word as she trimmed me until only a narrow, close-cropped patch remained.

Again my hopes for a quick, graceful exit were dashed. Naomi began applying some scented lotion to help soothe ...

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