Diane heard a quiet knock on her bedroom door. "Come on in!" She called from her walk-in closet. "I'm back here! Come help me decide."
Kathy appeared at the closet door moments later, and Diane noticed the appreciative look that she gave her. Diane stood there in just a towel, having just left the shower, her short wet hair looked incredibly sexy.
"I think he'd love seeing you just like that." Kathy commented, no longer being subtle about checking Diane out, "But let's see what you've got."
It took about ten minutes to sort through the various outfits she had hanging in the closet, and to narrow down their selection to just three. One was a red silk bra and panty set with a garter and stockings, the next was a pair of panties and his light blue button up shirt, and the final outfit was a silk robe that he had ordered for her for valentines one year.
Diane was still getting used to her daily life while her husband, Mike, worked offshore in the Gulf of Mexico. Because of the poor health of the industry, he was gone more often than he was home. They usually only had two weeks out of every six that they could spend together, and the stress was starting to show. Each time he'd come home, the sex would be amazing, but Diane found that two weeks was hardly enough to satisfy her.
They had been sending each other sexy pictures for a while now, but they were both frustrated with selfies. It was Mike's suggestion that they ask Diane's best friend, Kathy, to help them out. Diane and Kathy had been best friends for more than a decade, and often joked that they were practically married. Kathy had agreed to the idea, easily comfortable with taking pictures of her best friend for her husband.
While Diane got to work changing into the first outfit, Kathy set about creating a good background for the photos. When she finished, she went to the dresser and picked up the two cameras. One was a video camera which she set up on a tripod in the corner, capturing the entire room in its lens, and the other was a relatively nice point and shoot that she'd brought from home. She set the video camera to record, and came back to the bathroom just in time to see Diane finish adjusting herself in the mirror.
"How do I look?" Diane asked, turning once, "Do you think he'll like it?" The silky red bra and panty set hugged Diane's curves nicely, the bottoms cut high to reveal her shapely legs. Her large breasts were barely contained in the slightly undersized bra, pushed up almost to the point of spilling over. Kathy had always thought that Diane had lovely breasts. They were larger than Kathy's own chest, and pale white from lack of sun.
"You look amazing, babe," Kathy replied, unconsciously licking her lips, "If he doesn't love it he's a fool."
Diane chuckled and came into the bedroom. With Kathy's guidance, she soon found herself spread across the bed in various sexy poses. The camera flashed repeatedly, and Kathy kept up a constant stream of instructions and encouragement. Diane really started getting into it, and by the end of the first set her panties were a little damp.
Kathy noticed the damp spot but didn't say anything. She could hardly blame Diane for getting turned on, she herself was struggling to maintain her composure around the beautiful woman. Diane had gone from awkward and shy to confident and sultry in the space of a few minutes, and it was difficult for Kathy to keep up!
"Ok, go get changed." Kathy directed, and took a moment to readjust the sheets and toss a few different pillows onto the bed. "I think we need to add some props. Where do you keep your toys?"
"In the nightstand, by the bed. Second drawer." Diane called from the closet. She tossed the panties from the first set into the hamper and quickly ran a finger across her slit. She was getting wetter by the second. Kathy had been so forceful, so in control, and Diane loved it. She didn't want to waste too much time getting changed, so she hurried and threw on the shirt and panties. Her heart was racing and her hands shook as she buttoned the shirt up about half-way and rushed back out.
"I think you should lose the bra." Kathy said immediately when she saw Diane, "I think it'll look much better if those babies are free."
Diane laughed and went back in the closet to put the bra away. She felt the color rushing to her cheeks as she thought about exposing herself more in front of her best friend. They had seen each other naked countless times, but something about this felt different, this felt like more. Kathy and Diane had flirted with each other for years, but Diane had always assumed it was just a joke. She found herself doubting that assumption as she felt the moisture between her legs increase. She hoped that Kathy wouldn't notice how hard her nipples were, or would write it off as just her thinking about Mike.
When she came back into the room, she noticed an important change about it: Kathy had a selection of her sex toys laying out on the bed, apparently for her to choose from. She walked over and stood next to the taller woman, who appeared to be trying to decide something.
"What is it?"
"I'm just trying to decide which ones to use for the shoot." Kathy responded, then glanced over at Diane, "Which one's are your favorite?"
"The blue one," Diane answered before she could think, "It gets me off the fastest." She suddenly realized what she said and felt the blush starting at her face and blooming on her chest.
Kathy grabbed the others and put them back in the drawer, and then turned back to Diane. "On the bed!" She ordered. Diane felt her nervousness spike again, and took a deep breath to calm herself. She laid down on the bed, and tried to get comfortable and pose at the same time.
"Hold up." Kathy said, and motioned for Diane to come towards her on her knees so Kathy could adjust the shirt. "I don't think we need this buttoned."
They both struggled to keep their breathing steady as Kathy slowly unbuttoned the shirt, her eyes alternating between Diane's own, and the beautiful flesh that was slowly revealed to her hungry gaze. Diane barely suppressed a shudder as she felt Kathy's hands glance across the inside edge of one of her breasts, getting the last button free. Kathy took her time with the shirt, wanting to prolong the contact as long as possible. Her hands trembled slightly and she fought to keep them under control.
Kathy took a steadying breath and told Diane to hold that pose. She stepped back and snapped a couple shots with Diane on her knees, her breasts only partially covered by the sides of the open shirt.
