The wedding day shoot went well. Eve was pleased with the images she captured and more than pleased with my assistance. During a lull in the evening's events we sat in a quiet lounge sifting through some of the images of the day.
'Paul, see what you make of these two young bridesmaids.' Eve said handing me her camera.
The two girls were slim and very pretty and looked damn sexy in the slinky pink, dresses they wore. Made of fine silk with a revealing neckline, the thin spaghetti straps were consistently slipping from their shoulders, exhibiting more flesh than decorum demanded at a wedding. The pair had been drawing attention, mine included, all afternoon with their appearance and because the dresses were so flimsy, it made the wearing of a bra impossible. In consequence we were treated to protruding nipples too; and boy, did these two tarts have nipples?
'Whoa ... what's going on here then?' I was viewing a series of shots where the two bridesmaids were taking it in turn to kiss one another on the cheek, then the lips and finally a full embrace, with Eve capturing flashes of tongue shooting between lips!
'Randy pair of young bitches, aren't they? Better make sure those don't end up on the client's disks.' Eve said grinning.
'Too true, I'll be paying these two a little extra attention tonight. I wonder if they'll ask me to take some more during the evening.'
'Good luck if they do. They were a stuck-up pair of young bitches. But when I suggested they go a step further and fondle each other, they declined, but accepted my card. So they might turn up at the studio for a more private shoot
'Wow, who'd be a wedding photographer?' I asked flipping through the images once more.
'Just think, Paul, if you were your other self, Paula, they might ask you to make up a threesome!' I nodded my head slowly, fantasising about a cross-dressing photographer and two pretty lesbians.
'Christ, Eve, what a scenario! It's given me a hard-on!'
'Good, I hope it lasts for you. Now, listen to me. I'm going to leave for home shortly and let you finish the evening's work, I'm sure you're more than capable and who knows, the bridesmaids of Lesbos might ring the changes for you. I won't be around tomorrow, I'm off to see a friend, but you can start compiling the disks and flash-drives from today's work if you want.'
'Sure, I don't think there will be much call for me after I've snapped the evening guests. Will you take the Mini?'
'Yes, you'll have to get a cab - on the company naturally.'
As Eve was gathering her equipment together, the hotel's under-manageress, whose name tag identified her as Julie, stopped to ask us if we'd like some tea. Eve declined explaining she was just going, but I accepted the offer gratefully and when the attractive Julie came back with the tea, I noted the tray was laid for two people.
'Do you mind if I join you, Paul?' Julie asked setting down the tray; I also bore a name tag.
'A pleasure, please do.' I found myself politely half rising from my seat. Where had that chivalry come from? Julie poured the tea before settling herself into an armchair beside me. She expelled a long, deep sigh.
'Ah, that's better. It's nice to take the weight of your feet. I've done twelve hours already and not finished yet.'
'You have my sympathies. It must be hard work?'
'Can't deny that, these weddings are a pain in the neck, sometimes, And, I've got another one tomorrow with even more guests!'
Julie slipped off her high-heels and stretched out her legs, her skirt rising mid-thigh in the process. She tried tugging the hem down without any positive effect, or concern for how much thigh she was showing. But the rasping of the black hosiery was magic to my ears.
With a side-long glance I tried to ascertain whether Julie wore stockings, but not spotting a tell-tale top or suspender, I assumed she was wearing tights. She lifted one foot and began to massage it.
'Would you like me to do that for you?' I enquired gallantly, more in hope than anything. But I was pleasantly surprised when Julie swung her legs around and rested her feet on my lap.
'You're a gentleman, Paul.' Julie murmured.
I gently massaged and manipulated Julie's feet and toes. Julie didn't seem at all bothered by the fact thigh her skirt had ridden even higher, but it bothered my todger, which was stiffening rapidly - something Julie became aware of as she wriggled her feet in my lap.
'Good heavens, Paul, do you provide other kinds of services beside photography? Because if you do I rather think I'd like to see a sample.' She brushed her feet brazenly over my erection for a few seconds more before removing them and putting her shoes back on. Her next words took me by surprise. 'I'm off at eleven, how about you come to my room here in the hotel. I always stay over when my shifts are too close to make it home and back early the next morning. I'm in twenty-eight tonight; I'll leave the door unlocked.'
With that enigmatic invitation Julie drank her tea and departed, leaving me with my hard on and the expectation of it being in action later. I finished my drink and went to the function room with my camera, looking for the two young bridesmaids ... plus Steph and Clare from yesterday, of course!
They were on the dance floor being groped by a couple of older male guests - I wondered if one of them was Brian the bridegroom's father who they were planning to seduce. I took a few frames and moved on. When I'd got all the pictures I wanted, I retired to the lounge for a much deserved beer.
Julie, the manageress, came through a couple of times blowing kisses, winking suggestively and telling me not to drink too much as we had a long night ahead. I couldn't wait.
Just before eleven o'clock Julie walked past and whispered to me that she was going to her room, but to give her a few minutes to freshen-up before I made my move. However, I was delayed by the arrival of the two bridesmaids that Eve and I had labelled lesbians. They were in the company of the groom's mother, herself a very elegant and a damned sexy looking mature woman. They all acknowledged my presence but sat at another table with low divans surrounding it.
The two girls were holding hands I noted, occasionally reaching out to stroke the older woman's thigh in a gesture of comfort and support and I got the impression that she was upset about something, which was why the bridesmaids were offering their support.
But the gestures of comfort suddenly turned erotic, as their young hands began inching beneath the hem of the mother's dress. The woman's legs parted a little and her skirt rose a few inches; high enough for me to ascertain that she was wearing stockings! I whistled silently in surprise, as the older woman seemed to relax and accept the girl's attentions, which in turn allowed me to see more of her thighs and stocking-tops.
It was a titillating tableau and the fact that the youngsters had no qualms about performing a seduction of an older woman in public made it even stimulating. Did the grooms' mother have a fondness for young girls, I wondered, and was this just a prelude to something more involved? It was difficult to tell. I wanted to stay and watch the outcome, but Julie and my erection were waiting for me. So, as discreetly as I could, I picked up my camera case and left them to it.
I knocked on the door of room 28 and pushed it open wide enough for me to enter. By the glow of the bedside lights I could see that Julie was already in bed ... snoring softly. I went across to where she lay and put a hand on her shoulder, there was no reaction; Julie was sound asleep, and naked by the look of it! I sighed and left her closing the door behind me. She was obviously exhausted, but there would be other occasions, I was certain.
Disappointed as I was, my thoughts quickly returned to the sapphic scene that had been unfolding in the lounge, so I made my way back there. But the lounge was empty. It looked like they'd had gone elsewhere to carry on with their seductive charms.
However, my arrival on the dance-floor was greeted enthusiastically by Steph and Clare who insisted I dance with them both. I learned that their proposed seduction of the bridegroom's father was a no-hoper after he'd collapsed in a drunken heap and been taken home, which might account for his wife receiving such intimate comfort from the bridesmaids.
'So, Clare, what are you going to do now that your victim is incapable?' I wanted to know. Clare was rubbing her breasts against me in an attempt to focus my attention ... it worked, especially when I sensed a hand groping the front of my chinos.
'Well, that all depends on you how disposed you are for the rest of the night. My husband is as pissed as a newt so he'll be no good for sex, but you on the other hand, my young free and single Paul, you on the other hand, could be the answer to our prayers once more.' Clare squeezed my cock which reacted lightning fast and swelled. She turned to Steph. 'Fucking hell, Steph, he's already got a hard-on for us!'
I spent the remainder of the evening in their company, drinking - in moderation - and dancing. I kept a lookout for the groom's mother and the two bridesmaids, but they were nowhere to be seen, leaving me to wonder where they were and what they were doing.
After the last waltz had played Steph gave me the key-card to her room, telling me to go up and they'd be along as soon as they'd seen the guests leave. The waiting time would also give me time to take a shower, for it had been a long day and I was feeling rather grubby. Making my way upstairs I was surprised to come across the groom's mother sitting alone on a divan in the corridor. She'd been crying.
'Hello again,' I said. 'I was in the lounge when you came in with the two young girls and couldn't help noticing that you seemed upset about something. Now, I find you here all alone and still upset. Is there anything I can do? Can I be of help?' She looked up at me.
'Yes, I remember, you're with the lady photographer, aren't you?' She replied with a smile. Although her eye make-up was smudged a little and her eyes were red from crying, it didn't detract from her beauty and elegance. I sat down beside her. 'Thank you for asking but it's been a very emotional day for me, what with the wedding and my drunken husband being taken home. Suddenly, it became too much to bear and the tears flowed once more.'
'I understand,' I said. 'But what happened to the girls who were looking after you downstairs, have they left you here on your own?' I saw an opportunity to discover more about what was going on between the three of them.
