Jessica's Epiphany

This story comprises of 16 short chapters (all written) that will be released in turn as I edit them.

Like many of the submissions on here this could have been placed in a variety of genre's; Loving Wives, Fetish, Novels & Novellas but I felt it was best suited to Exhibitionist & Voyeur.

As always constructive comments are welcome but please don't tell me where the story is going after reading one chapter.... You might be wrong!

Please remember it is just a story and like with so many of them, there are always a few liberties taken with reality.

Enjoy

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Jessica's Epiphany

~~~ Chapter 2 ~~~

"I'll do it." I suddenly blurted out without really thinking about what I was saying.

Tom stared at me, his expression one of total shock, "What?"

"I said I'll do it. Richard thought I was the model anyway." I said somewhat timidly.

"But you've never...." He started to add.

"That is if you think I'm good enough?" Swallowing nervously, I could feel my stomach tighten and I immediately began to regret what I had just agreed to do.

"Of course, you're more than good enough Jess. I told you that yesterday evening." He grinned at me with an expression of relief, "But are you really sure?"

"This mess is all my fault. I should have arranged to have a second model available."

"Babe it's not your fault, not in the slightest."

"I should have thought of it." I responded rather weakly, "So it's up to me to...."

"You are amazing." Tom cut me off mid-sentence, taking hold of my shoulders and kissing my forehead, "Let me tell Richard what's happening while you go and get ready."

Watching my husband go over to talk to the client I took a deep breath and did the same, heading over to our photographer, wondering what sort of response I would get.

"We need a model so I'm going to stand in. But you'll have to help me Kelvin because I won't have a bloody clue what I'm doing."

He stared at me incredulously for a moment, obviously trying to decide if I was being serious, before smiling reassuringly.

"Sure Jess, we'll make it work, don't worry."

With that he ushered me into the bathroom with Madison to have my make-up done properly and to change into my first outfit.

Sitting patiently on the toilet seat I let the photographer's assistant work her magic while I nervously twiddled my fingers and wondered, not for the first time, what I had let myself in for. I had never modelled before and the idea of being in front of the camera wearing nothing but some underwear terrified and, strangely, excited me at the same time.

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Could I really do this?'

If I didn't I knew Richard Danville would take his business elsewhere.

'Why was a small part of me finding the prospect of being half naked in front of our client so arousing?'

Not that that mattered, there was no way I could change my mind, not if we wanted to have any chance of getting his signature on the contract.

Too much depended on us getting Richard's business and it was my error that had left us in this situation in the first place.

Like it or not I had to do it.

Wiping away the smidgeon of cosmetics I had put on that morning Madison opened her box of make-up and went to work on me.

False eyelashes went on first before being darkened and lengthened with a liberal application of mascara. A deep grey eyeshadow and black eyeliner was followed by a little foundation and blusher and finally a sultry red lip gloss to finish my look.

"There, take a look in the mirror Jess." She suggested me when she finally stepped back.

I stood up and stared at the girl whose reflection looked back at me.

Was that really me?

My eyes had a sexy and distinctive 'come to bed' look that sent a shiver through me while the rest of my make-up and hair was simply perfect.

"Best get the first outfit on." Madison prompted me as I lingered, gazing at the sex goddess that stared back at me.

Looking hesitantly at my first costume I felt my stomach tighten again.

'This was it, there was no way I could go back.'

While the black lace bra and French knickers were fairly conservative, compared to some of the other underwear, I would still be appearing in front of everyone, including Richard Danville, in just some skimpy lingerie.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed my nerves to the back of my mind and started to undress.

Adding a pair of hold-up stockings and my 3" heels to the outfit, I quickly got ready, my stomach tying itself in knots as I dressed.

A few minutes later I paused apprehensively at the bathroom door, part of me terrified at what I was about to do while, somewhere deep down, there was also that growing flicker of excitement I had noticed earlier.

'I was aroused.'

'Was the thought of exhibiting myself turning me on?'

"I think you're incredibly brave." Madison's voice jerked me out of my deliberations and I turned and smiled at her.

"Thanks."

"Seriously, I couldn't do it." She smiled back and opened the door for me.

Struggling to comprehend what was happening to me I swallowed nervously and stepped out of the temporary changing room. My heart thumping frenetically against my ribs as I crossed the bedroom and entered the living area that would be our first backdrop.

In that moment all I could think of was to run back and shut the door behind me, when I heard a voice.

"Wow, I think I guessed right when I came in."

Richard was the first to speak, his eyes roving up and down my exposed frame, from my black stilettos up past the black hold-up stockings I had put on and all the way up to my blue eyes.

Next to him my husband said nothing, simply staring at me totally speechless, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

Their reaction was exactly what I needed and I felt a small surge of confidence flow through me.

"You look absolutely perfect Jess." Kelvin whispered as he guided me into position.

True to his word he tried to make things as simple as he could for me, but I was still a bundle of nerves when I started to pose standing at the end of the large sofa.

"Turn towards me a little."

I could feel everyone's eyes on me and my stomach lurched again as, once more, I wondered what I thought I was doing.

"Now pout."

"Head back."

"Sit yourself on the arm."

"Cross your legs."

His quick-fire instructions had me moving as he wanted and I very soon forgot that my husband and our prospective client were watching as I tried to follow them, while he clicked away with his camera.

"Ok, let's change the outfit."

I was taken by surprise when, a few minutes later, he stopped without warning and suggested I put on some different lingerie.

Much to my amazement I found my heart rate had slowed and there was more than a hint of moisture at the top of my thighs when I went back into the bathroom.

Reappearing a few minutes later, wearing a lacey bra, thong and suspender belt in a vivid emerald green with black stockings, I took a moment to enjoy the look on the faces of my husband and Richard Danville.

Both of them were wearing an expression of desire but, while knowing my husband was enjoying the show, it was our client's salacious gaze that sent my pulse rate soaring again.

With my confidence growing by the minute, I began to play to my small but appreciative audience; occasionally glancing at them from under lowered lashes as I again followed Kelvin's instructions. This time he had me posing by the large table; leaning against it, laying across it and sitting in one of the chairs.

I was barely aware of the minutes passing as I found myself working hard, going through several different outfits. However, I quickly relaxed and was enjoying my time in front of the camera, despite finding it nerve wracking and harder than I thought, and it was just past midday when Kelvin suggested we stop for a short break.

It seemed rather pointless getting dressed as everyone had been looking at me all morning, so I remained in the underwear I had on, a rather simple white bra and panties adorned with little red flowers, as I drank my coffee.

I desperately wanted some time to talk to my husband but Richard made a point of cornering me as soon as we paused.

"Well, I have to tell you Mrs Prescott very I'm impressed so far. You are clearly very dedicated to your company and winning this contract."

"Thank you." I blushed.

Not wanting to offend him and do anything that might put getting his business at risk I simply had to stand there and put up with him leering at me.

"Perhaps I should insist that you model for the whole contract term." His salacious chuckle made me shiver while the thought sent a delicious tingle of excitement straight to my loins.

"Oh no, I.... I wouldn't. I mean we'll get a professional model in for that."

"That's a pity. I was looking forward to seeing a lot more of you." His gaze wandered lasciviously up and down my body as he said it.

His double meaning wasn't lost on me and part of me hated the way he ogled me. However another, much smaller part, seemed to be enjoying it and I found my pussy getting wetter at his lustful scrutiny of me.

'Why was this arousing me?'

'Was I some sort of closet exhibitionist?'

The thought stuck in my head and I wondered if our client was being serious when, fortunately for me, Kelvin announced he wanted to resume and I was able to escape from Richard's company.

"I can't wear this!" Were my first words when I saw what my next outfit comprised of.

The lilac-coloured bra and thong were not only miniscule, they were so lacy as to be virtually transparent.

"It's on the list." Madison told me as we stood in the bathroom.

"I know what's on the list but this.... this doesn't cover anything."

"Your call Jess. In the end you're the boss and the model."

Sighing resignedly, I stripped off the white underwear I had been wearing, noticing the sticky wet patch at the crotch of the knickers, and more than a little reluctantly slipped the scanty lingerie on in its place.

My fears were immediately realised once it was on, my nipples and areola were blatantly on display while my shaven pussy was also clearly defined.

I was totally visible beneath the virtually see through material.

Stepping out into the suite and going into the bedroom I felt even more self-conscious than I had when the session had begun.

Kelvin had relocated his lights there and no sooner had I entered the room than I was aware of Richard Danville's crude leer, an undisguised look of desire blatantly obvious in his expression.

To all intents and purposes, I was naked and, despite my embarrassment, I could feel the wetness already forming at the top of my thighs again. The thought of exposing myself to him clearly exciting me.

Avoiding looking at my husband I could sense my nipples rapidly swelling into hard points, conspicuously pushing out through the bra, as I took up my first pose.

"Isn't it a bit risqué?" I heard my husband ask.

"That's the idea." Richard told him, "We're looking to reach out to the more adult advertising options as well."

"Oh... I see."

I could feel my palms sweating and my stomach churning as I followed Kelvin's instructions. Twisting, turning and basically showing myself off to his camera and our client's eyes.

"Ok, let's change again." The photographer finally told me, much to my relief and I went back to the bathroom to strip off my soaked thong.

My new outfit was no better; a black underwired bra that pushed my modest breasts up and out, the satin material barely covering my nipples and leaving a hint of my areola showing while the matching thong was little more than a strip of fabric between my legs.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the bathroom once more.

The outfits were getting raunchier but if I was being honest I didn't mind, I was really starting to enjoy myself. And when Kelvin had me sit on the edge of the bed I could feel a growing sense of arousal starting in the pit of my stomach.

We were just about to begin when there was a knock on the door and Madison opened it. Glancing up I saw the room service waiter had arrived with our lunch, pausing to gawp openly at my scantily clad form, before putting out the plates of sandwiches on the table in the sitting room.

I should have been mortified but I wasn't.

Instead, I realised I was beyond excited, revelling in displaying my body to yet another man, this one a total stranger, as my latent and to date unknown exhibitionist tendencies took over.

"Why don't we get our waiter in on the shoot!"

Everyone turned to look at Richard who, at least for the moment, had stopped leering openly at me to make the unexpected suggestion.

"That's if, what's your name by the way, doesn't mind?" Continuing on he directed his comment at the hotel employee.

"It's Stephen and err...I... guess I...." The older man stared at me for a moment his expression quickly changing to a lustful smile, "... you know what, sure."

We paused for a moment and I took the opportunity to quickly have another coffee, the waiter continuing to stare at me, while my husband, our client and Kelvin put their heads together and discussed Richard's idea.

A couple of minutes later the huddled group broke up and I was ushered back to sit on the edge of the bed where, with my eyes fixed enquiringly on my husband, I tried to envisage what they had agreed. I didn't have long to wait as Kelvin had Stephen fetch the coffee pot and a cup across to stand by me.

Barely able to breathe I took the cup from him and held it out as our waiter made as if to pour out my drink.

Taking the occasional glance up at him I could see his eyes were riveted on my cleavage where my modest breasts threatened to spill out of the tiny lace bra that struggled to contain them.

"Enjoying the view?" I hissed, trying to sound annoyed even though I was relishing the covert looks he was giving me.

"To right I am darling." His salacious smirk confirmed what he murmured back to me.

Kelvin had me change my pose a few times and slip a bra strap off my shoulder but little else, and before I knew it he was calling for another change of outfit.

Adding a little more of a strut to my walk I headed back to the bathroom, knowing the men were all staring at my arse, and went to put on yet another outfit.

"This is exhausting."

Madison smiled, "I think we'll be taking a break for lunch in a while. You'll get a breather then."

"Slave driver." I returned her smile.

I liked Madison and felt comfortable teasing her.

Changing into a red quarter cup bra, a miniscule thong and the familiar black stockings, my breasts were now totally on show as I nervously opened the door, conjecturing on what my husband's reaction to this outfit would be.

Even Kelvin stared as, with an ever-growing sense of arousal in my stomach, I re-entered the bedroom.

My nipples were already swollen into firm points and jutting out from my puckering areola as I strutted across to the bed, my juices already soaking the crotch of the tiny panties.

"Err.... isn't this a bit too raunchy?" I heard my husband ask.

"Like I said we're intending to advertise across several different media channels and we'll need photographs for the more adult outlets."

'How adult?'

I speculated as I looked across at the two men, when Richard Danville answered Tom's question. My husband staring at me with a look of utter amazement while our client's expression was one of undisguised lust.

"Kneel by the bed and push your hair up for me Jess."

Kelvin's voice jerked me back to the moment and I did as he instructed; raising my arms, my fingers twisting in my hair to hold it up.

Facing the camera with the three men watching, I was unashamedly topless to their eyes, my modest breasts pushed up and out with my hard nipples completely on show.

"Ok Stephen. Go and stand by her." The photographer continued.

Glancing across at the other two men I could see Tom watching intently as the waiter joined me, his crotch level with my eyes, just a few inches from my face.

"She's bloody gorgeous isn't she." Richard asked the waiter, smirking as he spoke.

"Too right." The man replied, standing next to me and not taking his eyes off me.

"You know you're a very lucky man Tom. Married to Jessica." Our client told my husband while he kept his shameless gaze on me.

The sexual tension that had been in the air since the start of the day suddenly increased and I could feel my heart start to race again, a sense of guilt at the back of my mind.

'I shouldn't be enjoying this.'

The thought kept repeating itself as I followed Kelvin's instructions.

"Now twist to the side, that's it, and put your hands on Steve's thigh please Jess." He casually instructed me.

Doing as he asked I hesitantly placed my hands, with my fingers splayed wide, mid-way up his thighs. It was my first proper physical contact with the waiter and it sent a surge of excitement through me.

Trembling I glanced across at my husband seeking his approval.

The smile I got in return stunned me.

'He's enjoying this.'

'How far will he be willing to let this go?'

Shocked at his easy acceptance of what was being asked of me I did as I was told when Kelvin instructed me to move my hands higher, so I was almost touching the obvious bulge in our waiter's trousers.

Clicking away with his camera our photographer asked for some minor changes to my pose before requesting that I stand up, adding that Stephen should move behind me.

"Ok push your hair up like before Jess and thrust one hip out a little."

Following his guidance, I could feel the hotel employee close to me, his breath warm on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine while his erection pressed against my bottom.

"Now Steve.... Reach around and take hold of Jessica's breasts."

For a moment everything stopped when he did as instructed, his fingers moulding around my bare tits, while I looked toward Tom waiting for his expected objection.

"Kelvin...." He started to protest.

"It's ok babe.... I.... I don't mind." I said quickly, interrupting him.

"Good girl." I was still staring at my husband in disbelief when the man behind me whispered in my ear and began to gently grope my firm mounds, forcing me to suppress a groan of pleasure.

I felt sick and excited at the same time; worried about Tom's feelings at what was happening and concerned at just how turned on I had become.

My thong was soaked and I could sense a warm tingling sensation growing between my thighs.

The next few minutes were a blur as I automatically followed Kelvin's direction while, at the same time, trying to suppress the arousal that having a stranger's hands on my breasts was creating in me. The fact that my husband was just a few feet away, watching everything, only served to heighten the sensations racing through me even more.

All I was aware of was the way our waiter's hands felt on me. Touching my tits or resting on my stomach or my stockinged thigh while his breath on my neck continued to send shivers down my spine.

"Ok, that's it for now. Let's break for lunch."

Kelvin's announcement came as a relief and I dashed to the bathroom, leaning back against the door once I was inside, trying to get control of my feelings.

It was a few minutes before I was able to change into my next outfit; a pretty three-piece underwear set in peach with white stockings. Now that I had calmed down I felt more in control when I eventually came out to join everyone for lunch.

Stephen had gone and our client was in deep discussion with the photographer so I got myself a cup of coffee and something to eat before I went, nervously, to join Tom by the patio windows.