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 13 ~~~

"So, are you going to tell me who Steph is?" Cassie finally asked, breaking the silence that had settled between us.

My heart sank, I had hoped she might have forgotten about Greg's slip of the tongue from the previous night.

"Err.... I.... err.... she's...." For a moment I stammered, mumbling almost incoherently, trying to think of an answer that would satisfy her.

"Well?"

I was saved by the door opening and an early customer entering.

"We'll talk later, after we've closed. And I want the truth Jessica." My boss whispered before going to serve the two people who had just come in.

Heaving a sigh of relief, I went to hang up my things. I had been granted a brief reprieve and some time to think of just what I was going to reveal to her.

Unusually for a Monday we were exceptionally busy, I hardly had time to take my breaks let alone chat to Cassie. Unfortunately, it also meant I had the whole day to worry about how she might react when I told her the truth.

We had started to become friends but now I wondered if that would continue, with the chilly atmosphere that hung over us throughout the day. On the odd occasion we had to speak to each other about work our communication was brief and more than a little brusque.

When the last customer closed the door behind them, just after five o'clock, my stomach tightened as I watched Cassandra flip over the closed sign and turn the lock.

Trying to avoid what I knew would be an inquisition I quickly turned away from her and started to wipe down tables.

"Coffee?" I heard her ask just as I finished the first one.

Without bothering to turn round I threw my answer back at her, "Err.... sure, if you're buying."

I did two more tables, feeling sick, as I waited for the inevitable.

"Come and drink your cappuccino Jess." Just a couple of minutes later Cassie called across to me.

Somewhat reluctantly I put my cleaning things down and, with a sense of impending doom, went and sat down at one of the tables with her.

"Thanks." I kept my eyes down and studied my cup.

For several seconds there was just silence.

"So, are you going to tell me about Steph?" She eventually asked the question I had been waiting for.

"There's nothing to tell really."

From the look she gave me I knew my feeble attempt at deflecting her enquiry wasn't going to work.

"Look, I'm not going to judge you hon, whatever it is. I'm your friend or at least I hope I am."

I lifted my head and looked at her for the first time, "I hope you are to."

She picked up her cup and took a mouthful, studying me over the rim as she did.

"So, who's Steph?"

Taking a deep breath, I paused and contemplated just how much I was going to say.

"The truth Jess, please. I think I deserve that."

"I... my... my husband.... his name is Tom... Tom Prescott. He owns an advertising agency in London." I began haltingly trying to limit what I said to the basic facts, "We were in trouble and in danger of going under when a prospective client approached us and gave us a chance to save the business."

"You worked at the agency as well, I take it?" Cassie enquired.

"Yes, I was responsible for setting up the trial photoshoot. It had to be perfect if we were going to get him to sign a three-year contract." I continued, still trying to stick to just the basic facts, "But on the day, when we were all set up and ready to go the model we had booked cancelled at the last minute."

"So, what happened?"

I swallowed nervously, "I stood in."

Cassie chuckled, "And? That's not so bad is it?"

Biting my lower lip, I wondered how much I should say.

"It was an underwear shoot. His company manufactures lingerie."

"Well, that's still not that bad, is it?" Was all she said.

"After the shoot Richard, that was his name, Richard said he wanted to take me to dinner before he signed the contract." I gazed despondently into my half-empty cup as I spoke, "I figured he wanted me to sleep with him but it turned out to be something completely different."

"Which was?"

Taking another mouthful of my drink I gave myself a moment to think.

"He had just started a brand-new venture; an online men's magazine called X-plicit and he wanted me to model for it."

"Naked I presume?"

I nodded, avoiding looking at her, "Yes, very. For some very explicit pictures."

Cassandra chewed her lip for a moment, "And that's why you left?"

"No." I shook my head, "The shoot was done at Richard's mansion and afterwards he.... well, let's just say I slept with him."

"What about Tom, your husband. Didn't he say something."

"He was rather preoccupied with a young lady who was there."

"Oh!" Was all she said, studying me as she sipped her drink.

For a couple of minutes, I just sat and said nothing, staring into my half empty mug. Remembering everything that had happened to start the collapse of my marriage brought back all the heartache and despair I had felt at the time, and I struggled to compose myself.

"After that, things between us went downhill. Tom started working late and we stopped communicating. That was when Grace Cartwright appeared on the scene."

I carried on, trying to explain why I had left and was in Sandiford.

"Grace Cartwright? Who was she?"

"Another potential client." I tried to keep the venom out of my voice, "She set her sights on him from the moment she saw him."

"So, your husband had an affair with her?"

"Not as such. They had arranged to have dinner but he hadn't told me. I found out and waited for him to come home that night but... but he didn't."

"I see. So, what did you do then?"

"I couldn't stay and watch my marriage disintegrating in front of my eyes so I packed my bags and walked out."

"And came here?"

There was a lot more to my story; the department store, the wet t-shirt contest and Rob, plus the things I had done since I'd arrived in Sandiford but I wasn't about to reveal those to her.

"Yeah."

"So, that's it, that's why you left. Without a word to your husband?"

I stared dejectedly at the now cold coffee, "I... I left him a note"

"That's pretty nasty hon." Cassie scolded me, "Does he know where you are?"

"No." I shook my head making my pony tail swish from side to side.

Cassandra sat back and studied me, biting her lower lip, clearly thinking of what to say.

"I'll clear out my stuff." I said dejectedly.

"What? Why?" She spluttered.

"You're obviously going to fire me, now you know what I'm like."

My boss chuckled, "Why on earth would I do that?"

"Because you know what I am."

"I know you're a friend, a good worker and a decent person. While you may be stupid as well, that's enough for me."

I looked at her in amazement, "So, you're not.... not sacking me?"

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Because of....." Stopping mid-sentence, I barely managed not to start telling her about everything else I'd done.

"You still love him don't you?" Cassie went on.

I nodded and answered almost immediately, "Yes. Yes I do."

"Then why don't you go and fight for him?"

"He doesn't want me, that's why." The tears started to prick my eyes as I said it.

"You don't know that for sure."

My mind went back to everything I'd done since I had walked out; the wet t-shirt contest, letting the bar owner fuck me, flashing in the department store, the pizza delivery and last night with Greg and his two friends.

How could my husband possibly want me if he knew about those.

"It doesn't matter now." My shoulders slumped resignedly, "I'm going to go home if you don't mind?"

"Sure, you go. I'll finish up here." She hugged me, "Will I see you tomorrow?"

Stopping as I got to the door I turned and smiled feeling better that I had shared at least some of my problems.

"Of course. I've got nowhere else to go?"

Closing the café door behind me I started back to my small single-room flat.

Trying to put the conversation, and the feelings it had brought back to the surface, with my boss to the back of my mind I started to think about the rest of my week; I still had a job which I was grateful for but there was also my photoshoot with Peter on Wednesday.

Up till now every time I had had any dealings with him he had been the perfect gentleman but I couldn't help but wonder if that might change when he got me in front of his camera lens.

The next couple of days slipped quietly by without anything untoward occurring.

At work my friendship with Cassie seemed to be back on track but I found the thought of posing for Peter starting to occupy more and more of my waking moments.

What was I going to wear? How explicit would he want my poses to be? Would he expect anything more than just modelling?

By the Wednesday I was struggling to focus, the various thoughts that had, from time to time, popped into my head now seemed to be a permanent fixture. I struggled to concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing and several times during the day Cassie asked me what was wrong. Despite the fact I was tempted to tell her I resisted, keeping my worries to myself.

Leaving the café after work I made the short walk home, pushing my concerns aside, relieved that the day was over.

I still had no idea what I was going to wear but, I realised, everything else was quite irrelevant. He had asked me to pose just as I had for my X-plicit session and I had come to the conclusion I would just deal with anything else as it happened.

Grabbing myself a quick sandwich I showered, taking time to shave my pubis and under my arms, before sitting down and putting my hair up, just as I had it for Richard Danville.

Putting on my make-up I glued on my false eyelashes, adding a heavy layer of mascara before finishing with a dark bronze eyeshadow and some thick eyeliner.

Painting my nails a fetching shade of girly pink to match my lip gloss I sat and waited for the varnish to dry while I, once again, considered what I was going to wear.

Peter had said he wanted to do something along the lines of my X-plicit shoot so I immediately put a pair of black stockings on the bed along with my 3" strappy stilettos.

Fishing through the underwear I had brought with me I eventually chose a three-piece set, bra, panties and suspender belt, in blue trimmed with white lace. Then, once my nails were dry, I slipped it on, rolling the stockings up my legs and attaching them to the clasps before easing my feet into my shoes.

Putting on a robe I was ready, now all I had to do was walk downstairs to where Pete would be waiting.

Pausing outside the studio I took a deep breath to steady my nerves as I listened to him moving about inside. He had been a perfect gentleman for the short time I had been in the flat but would seeing me in the nude change that?

Finally, my stomach feeling like it had a flock of butterflies in it, I pushed the door open and apprehensively entered.

"Hi Jess. Just getting the lights ready." He looked up from what he was doing and grinned at me, "Then I'll be right with you."

"No problem, take your time, there's no rush."

"Are you still ok with.... you know.... me photographing you?"

I stifled a chuckle. He was clearly more anxious than me.

"Of course. You just tell me how you want me. Ok?" Smiling I tried to sound more confident than I was.

"Ok." He threw back at me over his shoulder.

It was just a few minutes later when Pete picked up his camera and turned to me.

"All done. Ready to start?"

"Sure." I stood up and slipped off my robe.

"Fucking hell." He stared at me open-mouthed.

I giggled, "This was the sort of thing you wanted, wasn't it?"

"Err..... yeah.... you're.... I mean it's.... it's perfect."

Suddenly he seemed even more nervous and unsure of what to say.

"So, how do you want me?"

"Umm.... how about we.... umm.... we do some photos for the studio first?"

"You mean like for others to see?"

He nodded, "Yeah to go in the portfolio."

There was a rack of clothes on the far wall that the other two girls used so, slipping on a dress from there over my lingerie, I did a few simple poses.

"Great.... Could you change into a skirt and top?"

Browsing through the rack I suddenly had a naughty idea and picked out a short black pleated skirt with a white shirt.

"Do you have a tie I could borrow?" I asked coyly once I had the outfit on.

"Err.... sure."

He could barely drag his eyes away from me, hurrying up to his flat and returning a minute or two later with a striped tie. It took me just a few seconds more to knot it around my neck completing the schoolgirl look I wanted.

"Will this be ok?" I asked coquettishly.

"Oh yeah.... yeah... perfect." Peter stammered.

"Good." I sat myself on a chair with my legs crossed so my stocking tops were on show.

We continued in the same way for a few minutes; the poses becoming more and more revealing as I opened my legs to show off my stockinged thighs and my panties.

Flashing my knickers at the camera was already starting to turn me on when Pete suggested one last change.

"Could we do.... you know, a couple topless maybe? Before we go on with my own shoot."

"Sure."

Quickly taking off the skirt and blouse I stood in front of him in the underwear I had originally come down in. I knew modelling for the photographers who used the studio would require a few pictures of me in the portfolio to promote me and the more inviting they were the better, so I had happily agreed.

However, knowing that strangers would be looking at my semi-nude images only served to get me even more aroused.

Slipping off my bra I stood and cupped my tits as he took two shots, then I turned sideways on for a couple more before kneeling and lifting my arms over my head as I smiled into the lens for the last few.

"Perfect. I'll let you see them later, so we can choose a few for the model portfolio." Pete grinned and changed the subject, "Did you... umm... want to take a break before we err....."

I shook my head, putting my bra back on, "No, I'm ready, let's get straight to it."

There was a pause as I waited for his first instruction, aware of a small flush of warmth between my thighs that had already been created by the first few pictures I had posed for.

I smiled to myself, clearly my exhibitionist side was making its presence felt yet again.

"Where would you like me?" I eventually asked trying to coax Peter out of his shyness.

"Err.... maybe standing by the bed."

Whether it was his nervousness, the fact I had posed this way before, the other things I had done in the interim, or just a combination of the three, the intensity of feeling I craved from revealing my body seemed to be lacking.

Sensing his hesitation I started to guide the shoot, suggesting poses and encouraging Peter as he gradually became more and more confident, slowly taking charge.

We had been working through a whole range of photos, with my underwear on and with my breasts on show, when he suddenly seemed to become shy all over again. It didn't take a genius to guess what the problem might be.

"Should I take my knickers off now?" I had just got up from laying on the bed, my arms above my head while he photographed me topless, when I asked.

"Umm... I.... err.... I...." Stammering, he blushed profusely.

"What's the problem Pete?" I was slightly confused by his manner, "Am I doing something wrong?"

"Oh no, it's not you Jess, you're perfect, it's.... well, it's...." He stopped and looked at the floor clearly embarrassed.

"It's what? You can tell me." For a moment the shoot was forgotten as sitting on the bed, my nipples hard and my breasts on show, I tried to find out what the problem was.

"I've never photographed a full nude before."

"What!" I stared at him open-mouthed, "Never?"

"Sorry. But you're so gorgeous and you've appeared in X-plicit and I thought...."

Getting up I went over and hugged him, "It's ok babe, to tell you the truth this will only be the second time I've stripped nude for a camera."

Now it was his turn to stare at me, "You're.... you're joking?"

I giggled and shook my head, "Nope. I've posed for a lingerie shoot and for X-plicit and that's about it. So, we're kind of in this together."

The thought of being Peter's first nude model and revealing all of myself to him lit the spark that had been missing so far and I felt a familiar tingle of excitement run through me.

"Really?" His smile broadened.

"Yeah really." I laughed, "So, shall I take my knickers off?"

"Just down to your knees and bend over the bed." He said, taking command.

I grinned at him and did as instructed, looking back over my shoulder at him.

"Like this?" I wiggled my bottom,

There was a flash from the lights and then, "Feet further apart."

Doing as he asked I knew, positioned as I was with my thong stretched between my stockinged knees, that my now very moist pink lips were peeking out at the top of my thighs.

I was the first girl to model naked for Peter and I was giving him his first real glimpse of my sex.

As the thought came to me I felt a huge jolt of arousal hit me and barely managed to stifle the moan that almost escaped my lips.

"Oh fuck...." Behind me he groaned and his camera clicked again and then again.

"Change." He instructed, still snapping shots as I moved.

Rolling onto my back on the bed I slipped my panties off and posed demurely, legs together then with my hand covering my pussy.

The difference in Peter was total, taking photo after photo his whole persona had changed, the shy nervous character who had started the session disappearing and the professional photographer taking his place.

Knowing I was his first nude model and responsible for the amazing transformation in him I could feel my tummy churn while a veritable flood of moisture coated my labia.

Without waiting to be asked I opened my legs wide, drawing my knees up, and gazing seductively at him from between my stockinged thighs.

"How about like this?"

"Shit.... Jess... you're.... you're bloody gorgeous."

The lights flashed a couple more times before he asked me to move onto my side, still giving him an unobstructed view of my womanly charms.

I knew I was dripping wet, my pink lips peeling open to reveal my innermost secrets, the familiar sensations from exposing myself now in full flow.

"On your hands and knees."

"Put your bum in the air."

Peter continued to instruct me and I willingly complied posing as he wanted. I would be doing more of this in the weeks to come and I knew for certain now that I was going to enjoy it.

"Ok, that's it, I'm about done Jess."

When he eventually called a halt to the session I was more than a little disappointed. My exhibitionist side had come fully to the fore and I had really been enjoying myself, however I was still surprised to see we had been in the studio for more than two hours.

"Really." I pouted.

Peter chuckled, "Don't worry once I let people know your available and they see a couple of photos you'll be fending them off with a big stick."

I snorted, "Somehow I doubt that."