I reported for work each day eager to assist Eve with her photographic work, but even more eager to accede to her sexual demands in the evening.
Workwise, I was learning fast and becoming an asset to the studio; knowledge that boosted my all-round confidence, especially when it came to love-making. Though, I suspect the occasions when I did presume to be the sexually dominant partner, Eve was only being patronizing. But her condescension didn't worry me; the fantastic sex we enjoyed was more than compensation.
Eve had an engagement to photograph a wedding that weekend, an event she said that would require me to be responsible for some of the still photography, and movie sequences.
It was Eve's policy to check out in advance both the church and reception locations for lighting and any particularly interesting angles or backdrops they could use for the pictures. Eve gave me that responsibility on this occasion and I set off in her Mini-Cooper with a feeling of pride in the fact she was placing so much trust in my judgement.
I headed for the four-star country hotel where the wedding was being held and asked at the reception desk to see any rooms the wedding party had reserved for bridal preparation purposes. I was informed that three rooms had been booked, one of which was already occupied by a member of the party.
After viewing two of the rooms and satisfying myself about their suitability for Eve's sequence of pictures focussing on the bride, I knocked on the door of the occupied room. It was opened by an alluring, good-looking woman with dark hair, I judged to be about thirty-years old. The short, grey fashionable dress she wore was buttoned through to the collar, with pink contrast at neck and cuff. It was a simple dress but on her body it took on a look of sheer elegance.
She held a glass of champagne in her hand and I got the impression it wasn't the first that day! After presenting my business card - Eve had some printed in my name -- and explaining my presence, the door was opened wider for me. The woman who'd opened it ushered me in, shouting over her shoulder to someone in the bathroom. 'Hey, Clare, come and take a look at this handsome hunk, says he's assisting the photographer tomorrow. But he could assist me anytime he likes!' She linked arms with me and led me into the bedroom, her firm breasts pushing against me as we walked the few steps; my todger tingled with anticipation. Of what I wasn't altogether sure, but it was a gratifying sensation being flirted with.
The woman in the grey dress introduced herself as Steph. 'I'm the chief bridesmaid or should I say, maid-of-honour. But I understood we were having a lady photographer tomorrow.' She said.
'That's correct.' I replied. 'Eve will be officiating tomorrow. I'm her assistant.' I then went on to explain my presence. But Steph wanted to ply me with alcohol.
'Would you like some champagne, Paul?' Steph asked reading my name from the card I'd given her.
'Better not, I'm driving. But I'll have a Coke if you have one.' Steph took one from the mini-bar and pulled the tab.
Just then the bathroom door opened and out stepped an older lady wearing a short satin wrap. Unfastened, the garment hung open offering an exhibition of lingerie befitting the curves of such a matronly woman.
Quite naturally, I couldn't help staring at her large, melon-shaped breasts encased in black satin and the stockings and suspenders held in place by a black girdle. She slowly fastened her wrap as my ogling became apparent, but not quickly enough to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing panties to cover her perfectly trimmed strip of pubic fluff!
I coughed and was about to apologise for staring but Steph spoke first.
'Paul, this is Clare, the bride's mother. Clare, this is Paul who will be assisting with the pictures tomorrow.' Clare held a hand out for me to shake.
'I'm pleased to meet you, Paul.' Clare said looking me straight in the eyes. I shook her hand holding it a moment longer than was necessary. But when I tried to take it away, Clare wouldn't release it. I watched a lascivious smile lift the corners of her mouth, an acknowledgment of the fact that I'd seen she wasn't wearing panties.
Once more I found myself being attracted to a mature woman and trying to assess her age, but on this occasion I simply had no idea how great the gap was. Being the mother of the bride she was obviously older than Steph, the maid of honour, and she did look older, but it didn't detract from her sexual appeal. She was a gorgeous, curvy lady and, I thought, if the opportunity ever arose ....!
When Clare thought she'd embarrassed me long enough, she released my hand and went to a table where the drinks stood. Lifting a glass of champagne and taking a sip she said. 'Ah, that's better. I think I need a few more of these to calm the nerves. It's all getting rather stressful for me at the moment.'
'Well, it would be one less thing to stress about if you would make up your mind which of these outfits you intend wearing tomorrow.' Steph levelled sternly sweeping her arm around the room at the numerous dresses on hangars and the lingerie sets strewn on the bed. 'And stop embarrassing young Paul, walking around showing everything you've got!' Clare took the hint and gathered her wrap tighter, which only served to highlight her fabulously heavy breasts.
Was it just my dirty mind going in to overdrive or was I sensing some tacit sexual invitation from these women? Was I deluding myself or were Steph and Clare about to attempt seduction of me? Fuck, my conceit knew no bounds! I'd only been in their company a couple of minutes, but it was long enough to realise these women were sexually intoxicating.
I thought about my immediate situation, should I play it safe and leave or stay, and risk being wrong about having sex with these two?
Having had an unlimited amount of sex with the mature Eve these past few days my confidence levels were boosted to the point of arrogance and here in this room with Stephanie and Clare, two very charming women, I felt the need to demonstrate that arrogance. I decided to give the moment impetus and putting down my drink, I prepared to leave.
'I think I've seen all I need in here.' I said. 'One of the other rooms is far more conducive to what we have in mind. So I'll leave you in peace to decide on your ensemble for the big day, Clare.' I smiled and turned away.
'No, don't go yet, Paul.' Steph said adjusting a loose strand of hair. Our eyes met and I sensed she was about to say something of relevance. I wasn't to be disappointed. 'Perhaps, we should get Paul's input on which outfit to wear. After all, being the photographer he might have some thoughts regarding its photographic appeal.'
'Oh, I don't know,' Clare replied. 'I'm sure the young man wouldn't be at all interested in what I wore.'
'Well, let's ask the young man, then.' Steph turned to me. 'Paul, would you care to give Clare any professional guidance in the matter?'
At this juncture I felt the stirring of an erection and, as my brain was currently being ruled by my cock, I agreed. 'I'd hardly say professional guidance. But it would be a pleasure, Clare. However, I'm sure you will look gorgeous whatever you decide on. But surely your husband would be the person to ask?' I replied obsequiously.
'There is no husband, Paul. He disappeared many years ago. However, as a young man of the world I would value your opinion. Now, which of these shall I try on first?' Clare indicated the different costumes hanging around the room, all of which looked very becoming for a lady who I adjudged to be older than Eve, but nevertheless pleasing and very tempting.
Clare possessed a statuesque figure, not overweight, but generously proportioned in all the important places. Unlike Steph whose younger figure was hourglass beneath the short-skirted dress she wore.
I assumed my role as Clare's fashion guru in the hope that I would get to see more of her body beneath the wrap and to that end I selected a dress that looked to have a low neck-line. I handed it to Clare. But when Steph prompted me to also choose the lingerie Clare should wear with the dress, I knew I was right about the sexual vibes the women were sending out! But then Steph delivered a coup d'état that confirmed everything.
'Paul, I want to let you in on a secret. Clare and I have made certain arrangements for tomorrow, arrangements that should appeal to the horny mind of a young stud like you.' Steph's words made Clare giggle, the result of too much champagne so early in the day.
'No, let me tell him, Steph.' Clare interrupted. 'Who knows, we might even persuade Paul to have a trial session!'
Bemused, I waited to hear about their arrangements. But it was talk of a trial session that made my ears prick up. I moved aside a set of cream silk lingerie, its touch sending tremors through my body, and sat down in the space created. Steph topped up their drinks and Clare began.
'The truth is we don't get on with the groom's family. They think he is marrying beneath himself and we, Steph and I that is, think they're all snobs, all except Brian -- the groom's father. He is a lovely chap. His wife is a real pain in the arse, though. So what we plan to do is, flirt with him during the reception then invite him up here for a shagging session! A sort of revenge, which I'm pretty sure he'd enjoy as we get the impression he doesn't get much in the way of home comforts, if you know what I mean!'
I smiled to myself thinking about Steph and Clare working their charms on the father of the groom, wishing they'd practice their seductive routine on me first. In fact it was more than a wish; I craved the carnal attention of Steph and Clare.
Then a thought struck me, is this what Clare referred to as a trial session? My erection twitched at the very thought of these two women forcing their voluptuous bodies on me.
'What do you think of our little plan, Paul?' Steph asked.
