Chapter 13 The Wedding
I arrive first at the studio to gather our cameras and equipment for this afternoon's wedding. The day is beautiful, not a cloud in the Maya as the sun shines brightly.
I begin to load my car with camera bags as Brandi's car pulls into the lot. She steps out into the radiant sunlight, a stunning vision in her form-fitting long burgundy dress hugging tight against her body.
"Morning daddy..." Brandi can't help but smile.
"You look amazing" as I stop what I'm doing to approach her. Taking Brandi into my arms, I kiss her deeply feeling the warmth of her body against mine through the thin fabric of the dress.
We hold each other in a tight embrace before finally letting go.
"I guess we should get to work" I hesitantly mutter, almost inaudibly.
Brandi helps me load the car with the last of our gear before we leave for the wedding chapel and the long day ahead.
We drive in silence except for the sounds of playing on the radio, Brandi occasionally humming to the chorus.
The parking lot is still empty as we arrive at the church.
The chapel is magnificent, rays of morning sunlight shine through the stained-glass windows as we enter through the front doors. I stop just inside the entrance as Brandi continues down the long aisle. I can't help but notice how the warm light highlights Brandi's long blonde hair.
She looks back and smiles as I don't break my stare.
Brandi stops a few rows before reaching the front. With her back to me she places one hand on her hip and the other she runs down along the side of her dress until she reaches the long slit just below the curve of her ass.
I watch as her hand slips under her dress at the slit. Brandi turns back to look at me as I imagine where her hand has disappeared to, visualizing her fingers moving up towards her pussy knowing she isn't wearing panties.
She doesn't break eye-contact as her long slender fingers make contact with her clit, slowly rubbing her hardening protrusion.
Brandi bites her succulent bottom lip as she slips her finger inside her wetness.
I watch as Brandi's curvaceous body shakes as fingers her pussy as stands in the middle of the aisle.
Smiling back at me, Brandi removes her wet fingers and readjusts her dress before continuing her way towards the front of the chapel.
Approaching Brandi, I move next to her, my camera in hand as take a few shorts of the alter.
Brandi leans close, the smell of her perfume is intoxicating as she whispers "don't you wish you could be taking pictures..." she playfully pauses "of me."
A devilish smile crosses my face as I take a step back to face my assistant, focusing the camera on my new subject. I take a few shots quickly before returning my attention to the work at hand. Somewhat disappointed, Brandi quickly pulls back the slit on her dress giving me but a glimpse of her bare pussy beneath the material.
Looking through the viewfinder, I battle the urge to take more photographs of the horny blonde I'm with.
It is impossible not to take in her sheer beauty as the rays of sunlight race across her hair.
The camera clicks as I take a few more pictures of Brandi. She steps back, facing me as she leans herself against the alter striking a forbidden pose. Her back against worn wood, tilting her head for the camera as she takes both hands and cups her covered full breasts. The shutter opens and shuts capturing each seductive moment as she grips and massages her breasts through the elegant material.
Brandi squeezes a nipple through the fabric, the hard bump rising up beneath her dress.
I take one last still before sighing and regrettably reminding her of the job at hand.
The officiant enters the room, a curvaceous long haired brunette in a simple yet figure flattering black pant suit. I can't help but notice her black blouse beneath her jacket unbuttoned just low enough to highlight her amazing tits. I have to catch myself as to not stare.
Brandi steps up behind me and whispers in my ear "You want to see more, don't you?"
I nod silently as I walk towards her to introduce myself.
"Hi, I'm Nathan, this is my assistant Brandi. We're the photographers for the wedding today." As I extend my hand out towards her.
"Hello Nathan, I'm Reverend Kelly" as she shakes my hand, her skin is incredibly soft.
I look into her hazel colored eyes. "What a charming facility you have." As I let go her hand.
"Thank you. It's been a lot of hard work but the couples love it." Reverend Kelly leads Brandi and I towards the archway at the front of the chapel.
"And this..." Reverend Kelly announces as she is standing under the ornate flowery archway "Is where all the action happens."
In my mind, looking over the minister standing before me, I can't help but think of a few other places I would like to see the action happen with her. My eyes ultimately fall towards the exposed tanned flesh of her cleavage. I imagine the size and shape of her hidden nipples beneath the black material. For but a brief instance, I catch Kelly seductively bite her bottom lip or is it nothing more than my imagination?
'I've got to go back and get changed for today's service so if you don't mind" and with that Kelly retreats through a side door to the left of the archway.
I watch her leave, my eyes focused on her ass. The temptation to follow Kelly is overwhelming. Brandi's voice from behind me, jars me back to reality.
"Who don't you want to fuck?" she says laced with sarcasm.
"Do you remember the old lady who came in looking for work last week with a few missing teeth?" We both laugh as we continue to set up for the wedding about to begin shortly.
Chapter 14 After The Reception
The Reception is finally winding down and I find myself putting all our camera gear away. As I pack the last camera, I glance around the room for Brandi. I see her standing off at the bar talking to a tiny brunette in a very short cream colored summer dress.
I bring the bags to the car, locking them away in the trunk and make my way back inside. As I do, I see Brandi and the girl she was talking to walking towards me.
I can see by the look in Brandi's eyes that she's had a few drinks as I had finished up shooting the Reception.
"Nathan, I'd like you to meet my bff, Tiffany." as Brandi wraps her arm around Tiffany's Jennifer Lopez-like waist. Tiffany is 25, I would further to guess a b cup.
Tiffany offers me her hand "I've heard a lot about you, Nathan" Tiffany grins.
"Do you mind if Tiffany gets a ride home with us tonight?" Brandi asks, looking up at me with her irresistible blue eyes.
"Certainly, let me just say good night to the couple, and we can go."
After wishing the bridal couple the best of luck and thanks, I make my way to the car out in the dim lot.
As I approach, I couldn't help but notice what I thought was a quick kiss between the two as I first stepped outside. I must be just tired and imagining things.
Tiffany lets herself into the back seat behind my own as Brandi lets herself in the other side sitting next to her friend in the back.
The two girls giggling making inaudible small talk.
I reach to turn on the radio only to stop, curious as to what I may hear them chatting about in the back.
I discreetly adjust my rear-view mirror to get a better look at both girls behind. As I glance up at Brandi in the mirror, our eyes lock, and she grins before turning her attention back to Tiffany.
I glance back and down as we stop at a red traffic light noticing Brandi's hand on Tiffany's smooth leg just below the hem of her short dress. My mind starts to wander until their laughter brings me back, I look up to see the green light and accelerate once again.
It's clear now that both girls are intoxicated as I smile to myself.
I turn back one final time as we turn towards Tiffany's house only to witness Tiffany hastily breaking off a kiss from Brandi.
As we pull up into Tiffany's driveway, she asks "Why don't you both come in for a few more drinks, it's still early."
I look back at Brandi and the expression of want and please are all I need to see to know what my choice is going to be.
Tiffany's house is a small two-story brick, we make our way into her family room finding ourselves sinking down on the leather couches, I find myself in the middle with Brandi to my right as Tiffany disappears into the kitchen.
I take the opportunity to lean over and kiss Brandi deeply, my tongue in her mouth. My hand reaching up the long slit of her burgundy dress her, disappearing beneath the material. My fingertips probing for her clit and finding it quickly. I give it a quick rub before pulling back hastily as I hear Tiffany returning.
We sit back on the couch as Tiffany hands us each an ice-cold beer. I can't help but notice her incredible ass. Tiffany sitting to my left, finding myself between the two beautiful women.
The girls make small talk about how the two first met back in high school, their families vacationing together each summer, their first trip alone together to Cancun, each laughing as the stories are told.
As Brandi finishes her beer, Tiffany reaches across me, her other hand bracing herself on my leg as she takes the empty bottle from Brandi. Tiffany's hand brushing over my crotch as she does. She excuses herself asking if I would like another beer before retreating back to the kitchen for more.
I hear the clank of the empty beer bottles and the fridge door open as Brandi gently runs her hand across my pant covered leg moving upward before giving my cock a squeeze over the fabric.
Tiffany returns, handing Brandi a beer, her hand still on my cock as I take the other. Tiffany sitting back down next to me, the stories continuing from where they had left off. After one particularly enlightening tale of Brandi walking in on Tiffany and a guy they had met at a party earlier that evening as she found the two up against the black rail of a hotel balcony as he was fucking her from behind, her cocktail dress hiked up as she was leaning forward on the rail.
