Author's note:
If you have, time, read Chapter 1 first. I'm using the first few chapters to introduce Lisa & Dave and each chapter builds on the ones before it. The first line below was the last line of Chapter 1.
Chapter 2 The photography session reveals more than Lisa expected.
Continued from Chapter 1...
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Feeling her nipples tighten, Lisa opened the door.
Expecting to see Dave, she jumped when she saw Dave's son Chris setting up the camera and equipment. "What are you doing here?" she almost screamed. "I mean, I was expecting Dave to be the only one here." Looking around, she continued, "Where is he?"
When Lisa came through the door, Chris' eyes were immediately drawn to her cleavage. Quickly looking away and hoping she had not seen him staring, Chris replied, "Dad is in the house getting his suit on. He asked me to take the shots of you together. He's been teaching me the photography side of the business. He says he wants to be able to take more time off in the future." He continued with a grin, "I think you might have something to do with that."
Chris started checking the camera settings to avoid staring at her enticing cleavage again. He couldn't believe how sexy she looked. It would take a long time get the image of her cleavage and the outline of her breasts out of his mind. He knew her daughters were sexy, especially Stephanie, but he had never really considered the possibility that their mother, his future step mother, could look so, well, hot!
While Chris was entertaining thoughts that would shock her if she knew, Lisa concentrated on how to reduce the amount of cleavage she was showing. "Why didn't Dave tell me Chris was going to be here?" she thought as she turned and tried to adjust the dress without making it obvious what she was doing.
Seeing herself in a mirror on the wall, she realized that nothing short of changing bras was going to reduce the cleavage she was showing her future step son. "Besides," she thought, "If Dave asked him to take the pictures, he apparently was fine with his son seeing my breasts." Just a little miffed now, she continued her mental tirade, "If he didn't even bother to warn me that Chris was going to be here then why should I care if my boobs are practically falling out of my dress?" Fueling her annoyance at Dave was the worry that Chris would think it inappropriate for her to be wearing a dress with this much cleavage showing. After all, she was going to be his step mother.
Reluctantly, she turned around and said to Chris, "I'm sorry about the way I reacted when I saw you. I just wasn't expecting you to be here and well, um, I guess this dress shows a little more of me than I'm used to showing. Your Dad specifically asked me to wear it for the photos and so I just assumed that he would be taking the pictures. I hope you don't mind seeing an older woman dressed like this." She looked down and for the first time noticed her nipples pushing against the fabric of her dress. Mortified, she saw the pink tint of the skin on her chest and wondered if her face showed her embarrassment as much.
Now it was Chris' turn to be embarrassed. "No, no, of course not," he stammered. "I mean, you're not old. And in that dress? Well, Dad's a lucky man. I mean, you look beautiful in it. That shade of green compliments the color of your hair and will photograph well. That's probably why he wanted you to wear it and..."
Lisa took pity on him and interrupted, "How about we just admit that this is a little awkward and try to make the best of it, ok?"
Trying to get a little of his "cool" back, Chris grinned and said, "That sounds like a plan. Dad should be here any minute. Meanwhile, would you mind sitting there?" pointing to the stool in front of the black backdrop. "I want to check the lighting."
Lisa sat and despite her nervousness, her naughty side kicked in a bit. She leaned forward to smooth her dress, knowing that if he was looking, Chris would get quite a view of her breasts. She watched him fiddle with the lights, his face partially angled in her direction and was sure she saw a slight smile on his lips as she leaned down. She sat back up quickly and scolded herself, "He's about the same age as Stephanie," she thought, "and he's going to be your step son. Behave yourself!"
Just then Dave walked into the studio. He stopped when he saw Lisa and said, "Wow!" He stood there a moment, his eyes devouring her, and then moved, took her hands in his and lifted her to her feet. Leaning in to kiss her, he whispered, "You look amazing! Better than in my wildest imagination. And my imagination can be pretty wild!"
Her anger at him fading quickly, she pretended to adjust his tie and whispered back, "Thank you. You look great in that suit." Pulling him aside, she continued, "Why didn't you tell me Chris was going to be here? It's embarrassing to have him see me in a dress showing this much cleavage. I mean, look at me!"
"In case you haven't noticed, I haven't been able to take my eyes off you since I came in." His eyes swept down her body and then back up again. "But I'm sorry about Chris. It was kind of a last-minute thing. He stopped by to borrow a camera, not realizing we were taking photos today. Since he was already here, I asked him to stay and take the shots of us together. He's become a good photographer and the pictures will be more natural than if I used a tripod with a timer or remote." Dave continued, "I promise he will leave before I take the pictures of you alone. After all, we don't want him to see too much of his future step mother, do we?"
He turned to go give Chris some last minute instructions, leaving Lisa to wonder what he meant by "too much." Not giving her time to dwell on it, Dave pulled Lisa back to the stool and stood behind her, looking down the front of her dress as he did. Pulling his attention back to Chris, he told him they were ready. Chris nodded, and with some amusement, noticed how his Dad had taken the opportunity to enjoy a classic "down blouse" moment. He thought to himself, "You should have seen the view I got when she leaned over, Dad."
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About an hour later, after shooting dozens of them together and several of each alone, Chris finally said, "I think that should do it. I got some good ones. You two look great together and if I may say so Dad, you have a beautiful fiancé." He continued with a wink, "A sexy one too!"
As Lisa blushed, Dave said with a smile, "Ok, that's enough young man. Thanks for your help but I think it's time for you to go."
Chris put the camera down and his Dad walked over to give him a hug. "Thanks for letting me be a part of this, Dad. You and Lisa have something special together." Choking up a little, he lowered his voice and for his father's ears only said, "Mom would like her."
Chris walked over to Lisa and as she stood, he surprised her with a hug. He whispered to her, "You remind me of a lot of Mom." A brief pause, with a glance at his dad, "He really loves you. I haven't seen him this happy in a long time." He finished with words that brought tears to Lisa's eyes, "I just wanted you to know; Melissa and I love you too. And we're excited to have you in the family."
As Chris left, Lisa turned to Dave and said, "That's a special young man. You and his mother did a good job raising him." She continued, "And he seems to be a pretty good photographer too." She smiled. "I may even forgive you for not warning me he was going to be the one taking pictures of me in this dress," she said, looking down at her significant cleavage.
Dave followed her gaze and said, "Oh, he just shot the ones suitable for family viewing. I get to shoot the good ones."
"Now just what do you mean by that?"
Ignoring her question, Dave replied, "Why don't you go touch up your make up while I get things ready for the rest of the photo shoot." He gently shoved her in the direction of the studio changing room.
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While Lisa was out of the room, Dave changed the back drop, lowered the lighting a bit and moved in a love seat in to replace the stool. At Lisa's surprised look upon her return, Dave explained, "I wanted a more casual look. These will be for our eyes only, so if you show a little more—or even a lot more—don't worry," he said, his eyes roving, trying to convey his meaning. Lisa felt that familiar blush creep into her cheeks and chest as she realized the kind of photos Dave was talking about. "Just go with it," she told herself, "Dave would never ask you to do something that you're not comfortable doing." At this, her naughty side reminded her, "Remember what the sales clerk, Alexa saw. If you showed everything to her, then surely Dave deserves to see a bit of skin too, doesn't he?"
Lisa looked Dave in the eyes and said, "I trust you. Just tell me what to do." As she said this, she secretly hoped that he would tell her exactly what he wanted her to do. Then she would not be responsible for her actions and could, as Alexa suggested, "let her sexy side out to play."
His smile getting even bigger, Dave told her, "Why don't you sit on the love seat, leaning on one of the arms, slightly forward with your legs tucked under you?" "Your dress can cover your legs—for now."
Lisa did as Dave asked, realizing as she did that the combination of leaning on the arm of the love seat while also leaning forward served to uncover the curve of one breast almost to where her bra barely covered her nipple.
Dave quickly began to shoot, directing Lisa to move this way or that to show more of what he wanted to see; her luscious, full breasts. He then had her pull her dress up to expose more of her legs and even reached in to help occasionally. Lisa realized that the hem of her dress was now just inches below her panties. In fact, if taken at the right angle, she wondered if the camera might capture her panty covered mons.
Dave apparently was thinking the same thing, because he soon dropped to one knee to get a lower angle. Lisa slowly opened her legs more, wanting him to see the panties he had paid for.
In that moment, she knew that she would not be waiting until the honeymoon to show him the other dress. She wanted him to see it now. She wanted; no needed to show her body to him; to let him see the curve of her breasts bursting from a bra that struggled to contained them. She wanted him to see the way the thin, lacy fabric of the panties revealed the dark triangle that led to the wetness between her legs. Right now this dress was in the way. The other would offer less resistance.
And so, her decision was made. But it was not a decision made with her mind, rather it was her body that made it for her. And she could not have denied it if she wanted to.
Even so, she was a bundle of nerves. The only other man she had loved had rejected her; he had rejected her body for that of a younger woman. The fear of another rejection battled with her need to be desired. These last few weeks she had sensed Dave's desire for her growing. And she knew he desired not just her body, but her heart, her mind, her very soul. She had found with him a love that she had never known with John. With that love came the courage to overcome the fear; overcome the worry that he would somehow be disappointed when he saw her naked for the first time.
And so hesitantly, she asked, "Would you like me to try on the dress I bought that day at the store? Alexa, the clerk at the store, convinced me to buy it and insisted on a different bra and panties to go with it, too. She thought you might like them."
