"Nice to meet you Derrick...and you can come in here now."
I tried to look like I've been in this situation before as I walked in her room. The Bridal Suite was conservatively furnished and decorated: four post king sized bed, two cushioned chairs and a table between them right next to the floor to ceiling window, a bench on the foot of the bed, dresser and a mirror facing the bed and couple of small tables with flower arrangements on them.
It wasn't the simple grandeur of this room that amazed me. It wasn't the neatly arranged lacy wedding gown on the bed or the white Louboutins or the white bra and matching thongs next to them. It was Miss Lima. She stood there, in her white robe. All of 5'10 or 5'11 of her frame in a robe that seemed meant for someone way shorter than her. She stood there barefoot. Perfectly manicured pink toenails. She stood there looking at the bed. Did she want me to look at the display she had set up?
Her long brown hair flowed over her shoulders. Again, the robe seemed small. Or was it just because she was busty? The fabric of the robe clung to her chest. Round orbs underneath capped with pointy nipples pushing against the thin material of the robe. I was staring. Drinking in this view of my client. I cleared my throat and peeled my eyes off her.
"That's...that's a nice spread you got here."
I chastised myself for such a choice of words.
"Thank you. The agreement does include my preparations and some level of control for me, right?"
"Yes, I do remember our contract."
She spun on the ball of her feet and stood on her tip toes.
"15 minutes Mr. Jackson. I will step in the shower, and you have 15 minutes with my little display here. After that, make your way through that door and you can continue documenting my preparations."
She walked away gracefully without waiting for any questions or my acknowledgement.
I used every precious second of that allotted time. Several pictures of her arrangement were taken before I moved things around. I made good use of the light coming from the curtains for her gown. I placed the thongs on her high heels and let the waist band hang out. I hung it on a rose in the vase. It made a pretty background for her rings as well. The bra was used almost the same way. I gave in to the temptation and curiosity. Confirmed. Miss Lima is 36DD. Her thongs were new. I'm sure this would be the first time it would be worn. She also wore size 7 1/2 shoes and the heels made me hope her groom is at least 6' 5" or else she'd tower over him.
When time was nearly up, I placed everything back to how they were before. With camera in hand, I opened the door that she specified. She neglected to tell me, however, that it led to the bathroom. It was massive. Almost as big as the bedroom. A big shower dominated the middle of one wall. An extra-large rainfall shower head, a bench and two handheld shower heads on either side.
She didn't acknowledge my presence. Again, she just stood there, water cascading down her curvaceous, yet toned, body. I supposed she's done showering. She ran her fingers through her wet hair and tilted her head back towards the water. She seemed to move in slow motion. Or was it because my blood drained out of my brain and down between my legs.
Miss Lima looked delicious. Scrumptious even. Dark pink nipples. No tan lines. Then her words echoed in my brain - "...continue documenting my preparations" and, clearly, this is part of her preparations. So, I brought my camera up from my hips and started taking pictures. She moved gracefully and held each pose as I took pictures. Water splashed in the open shower stall and the sound of the shutter were the only things you could hear. I assumed she couldn't hear my heart thumping in my chest. Or the throb of my cock in my pants.
Steam wafted around her. Around us. Her leg towards me was bent at the knee. It teasingly hid her pussy from my and the camera's view. Her stomach was flat with the slightest hint of a 6 pack. She turned around to face away. Miss Lima leaned forward and placed her hands on the wall. She stuck her ass out, back at me. Miss Lima either had good doctors or was blessed with the best genes from both sides, because her back side is perfection. Sculpted from soft clay and covered with the smoothest of skin. Nary a dimple or a wrinkle. Heart shaped and bubbled out quite nicely. Even the water seemed to want to cling on to her body.
Is she playing a game? Just like her bent leg earlier, her glorious rump now also teasingly hid a clear view of her pussy. She seemed to have read my mind, though. Slowly and deliberately, she lifted her right leg onto the shower bench and exposed herself to me and my camera.
Not sure if she was shaved, waxed or lasered, but she was definitely bare and smooth. Lips were distinct and dark pink like her nipples. Her position caused her inner lips to slightly part open. While I was focused on the framing and focus of my shots, her fingers coming to view was a delightful addition to the composition of the photographs. I quickly changed my setting to burst. Making sure to capture her delicate middle finger as it slid along her pussy slit before two fingers spread her lips for the camera. My legs started to cramp as I knelt behind her just outside the splatter of the water. But I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to miss anything, especially since Miss Lima started to slowly rub her clit. I debated whether to capture video clips, but I remembered that she only wanted stills for both digital and physical print.
Her whimpers and moans were barely audible over the sound of the water. Her hips jerked and bucked rhythmically. Hypnotizing me ever so gently. I'm not quite sure how long it's been since she started rubbing. Her moans had turned to a crescendo until she had to lower her foot down and press her legs together. She had given herself an orgasm in front of me. For the camera. For her album.
I was relieved though since I was finally able to stand up and stretch my legs. I refrained from checking my shots as I leaned against the bathroom countertop. As I inspect my camera for any stray water droplets, Miss Lima saunters over to me. Water dripping off her body. She leaned and whispered into my ear "Hope you liked the show, DJ...I'll meet you in the bedroom." In that slight pause, she had placed her hand on my crotch and gave my hard cock a gentle squeeze.
She gave me a devilish grin as she stepped back. Patted her body dry before walking back out to the bedroom. By the time I had gathered myself and my equipment, she was seated on the stool in front of the vanity mirror.
"It's a bit rude if you're in the same room with a naked woman and be fully dressed, DJ." She said without looking at me. She was right. Her bare ass is planted on the cushioned stool. Perfect posture as she readied herself. Tits perky, capped with hard nipples surrounded by small goosebumps from the cold air. And I'm there pitching a tent just behind her.
