Perfect.
“Biff?” Annie asks, lowering her water bottle.
“My B-F-F!” my mom clarifies once again, and at an ear-piercing volume no less.
“No worries Mom and Dad,” Juan chimes in, “I’ve got these ladies covered. Let’s go grandmommies!” he says, slipping on his coat and grabbing his keys.
“Oh my God, thank you,” Annie lets out a grateful sigh as she goes over to hug Juan and say goodnight to the tanked twosome.
Once the moms are herded out the door and it shuts behind Juan, I turn to Annie and wrap her in a hug.
“Sorry they got drunk and left you out today, gorgeous.”
“It’s okay. When this baby is born, I’m making a pitcher of margaritas and they can’t have any,” she declares petulantly. “Will you help me take these to the baby’s room?” she asks, pulling away slightly to look at all the bags.
“Yeah. How many do we have here anyway?” I ask reaching down to pick some up.
“Nineteen. Plus a crib and rocking chair are being delivered on Tuesday.”
“Holy shit,” I say, chuckling in disbelief. “They really did lose their minds. I’ll offer to pay them back for some of it.”
Annie and I spend the rest of the evening going through the bags as she shows me each and every little thing they picked up for our little girl - because I asked her to. Little dresses, crib sheets with bunnies on them, nightlights… I’m having fun with it all as the game babbles on in the living room, completely forgotten.
31
“Boudoir sessions?!” Mayzie repeats excitedly from across the table on her gorgeous back deck, as our guys barbeque dinner this fine spring evening.
“Yeah,” I confirm as I bite my lip with a nervous smile. “I’ve set up most of the apartment to be an actual photo studio. All I have left is the sleeping area. It’s just a bed against a wall at the moment. I need to go on Pinterest and find some ideas to make it look like a sexy and romantic bedroom scene. Probably all white.”
“Yes, for the bedding,” she agrees, pointing at me. “And then you can hang a curtain rod on the wall behind it, and find some sheer material in different colors you can change out.”
“Good idea!” I applaud her. “As soon as I get that all squared away, I’ll add it to the website and promote it on social media.
“How long do you think it will take you to get it all set up?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I shrug a shoulder. “Maybe two or three days. Hopefully having this option will bump business up a little bit. Of course, the first one or two customers will feel a little awkward as I get the hang of it,” I chuckle to myself. I immediately see an epiphany lightbulb light up and dazzle over Mayzie’s head.
“Ooh! Pick me!” she excitedly shouts, shooting her hand up in the air like she’s in first grade.
“You want to be my guinea pig?” I ask, raising my eyebrow as I take a sip of my stupid mommy mocktail. What she’s proposing isn’t a bad idea actually. It’d be good to break the seal with someone I already know and am comfortable with.
“Yes,” she says matter-of-factly. “I want to be your guinea pig,” she confirms before lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, leaning over the table. “It will be a great birthday present for Jack, or a surprise for the next time he has to go away on tour.”
“Alright, you’re on,” I cheerfully wink at her and we both look over to Jack and Tyler who are arguing over the best way to cook a steak on the grill. Mayzie shakes her head with a dreamy smile.
“It’s like they’re working at The Cedar again!”
“I know; it’s so cute,” I reply as Tyler smacks the tongs out of Jack’s hand and Jack responds by shoving him.
Over the next week and a half, Mayzie helps me shop for just the right linens, drapes and frame for the bed to make it a four-poster; and because we’re bargain shoppers, it cost hardly anything.
And now is the big experiment day and I’m setting up my laptop when Mayzie comes through the door of Phillips Photography’s new location.
“You bring your outfits?” I ask, grinning wickedly at Mayzie as she comes through the door carrying a duffel over her shoulder. She looks beautiful, and I can tell she’s gone all-out with the makeup and has put her hair in soft curls.
“Yes,” she blushes slightly. “I brought two, like you said.”
“Great! We’ll do a little vignette for each of them, and one in the buff,” I spout off casually as I set up the light fixtures around the bed, and she snaps her head over in my direction with her jaw hanging open. “Relax, it will be tasteful. I won’t show any nipple and maybe just a peek of your ass crack.”
“Awesome,” she returns flippantly.
“For crying out loud, it’s me Mayzie!” I scold, pointing towards the bathroom. “Now get in there and put on your big girl britches. Literally.”
She huffs indignantly with her chin in the air as she strolls into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. Brat.
“Where do I hook up music?” Mayzie asks as she struts out of the bathroom in a short, thin cotton robe, scrolling through the music app on her phone.
“Right here.” I show her where I have my BOSE set up on the desk. “Gee, let me guess…” I tease as she gives a bashful smile while hooking her phone up.
“Hey, this is for Jack,” she defends. “Might as well hear his voice to get me into character.”
Can’t argue with that I think to myself as the unmistakable opening chords of See Her, the very song Mayzie inspired her husband to write, fill the room.
Mayzie pulls her robe open, and dammit, she’s not wearing anything that I expected, but she looks fucking amazing in a Turn it Up t-shirt that drapes off one of her shoulders, and little blue lace cheeky panties underneath.
It’s hot, original, edgy… and I know Jack is going to love it. I adjust the lighting and put the fan on low, taking several shots of her playfully posing on the bed, making sure the band’s logo is visible in some, her pert, lace accented ass in others, before I’m satisfied with what I have and she goes to change into outfit number two, which is a fitted, navy lace bodysuit that I’m extremely jealous of. It fits like a sheer, naughty, one-piece bathing suit with cups that push her boobs up into an amazing display of cleavage that makes me curse the stupid bralette I’ve got on under my pregnancy top. But no matter. I’m the photographer in this scenario, determined to nail this new venture of my career and add it to my repertoire.
“Alright,” I say, holding my camera down at my side. The music has rolled through the first Turn it Up album and is halfway through the second, when it’s time for the Marvelous Miss Mayzie to get nekkid. “Lose everything except a pair of panties,” I order, hooking my other thumb in the direction of the bathroom. She draws in a revitalizing breath and nods. She changes in the bathroom and when she comes back out, she’s in black lace bikinis that I instruct her to inch down her hips just a little before having her pose on her stomach. I position the sheet over her bottom so that just a little of it is showing, giving the impression that she’s naked underneath and just waiting for a romp.
We try different poses that range from sassy, to playful, to romantic, all the way to naughty girl. Mayzie did great, and all in all, I think the shoot is a success.
“You have to let me use a couple of these to advertise on the website,” I plead, and when she nervously opens her mouth, I add “I will crop you so that it shows from the shoulders down only, and I’ll airbrush your tattoos so no one will have a clue it’s you.”
She smiles excitedly and nods. “Definitely.” She zips her bag closed. “And now I’m headed home. All this kind of got me in the mood for something,” she states, quirking her eyebrow.
“You got turned on by me taking naked photos of you? I think you have some serious self-evaluation to do, because darling, the last I checked, you were into guys.”
“Well, I hate to burst your bubble,” she retorts, “but I was thinking of Jack the entire
time!” she retorts, widening her eyes and raising her voice with exaggeration like she just dropped a bomb on me. I return it with an over-the-top gasp of horror.
“No! How could you lead me on like that? Dirty little whore…,” I mutter.
“Seriously though,” she casts her eyes downward as she slings her bag on her shoulder. “The thought of him seeing these… just… I don’t know.”
“I think I do,” I answer her, trying to get a visual of Tyler looking through seductive photos of me and getting turned on beyond his wildest dreams. I’ll have to have Mayzie return the favor when my body is back to its old self. She gives me a hug and a belly rub and she’s on her way.
I’ve just wrapped up all I need to do for The Cedar for the day and I’ve decided to drop by and see Annie in her new studio. Today was her first day shooting in it. Granted it was with Mayzie, but still, I’m excited to see how it went.
Just as I’m reaching the door, I remember it was the boudoir shoot so I tap on the door first.
“Is the coast clear?” I ask, peeking around the exposed brick wall. Annie grins at me over her shoulder as she straightens out the linens and pillows on the bed. What she’s done, making it look like an actual set of a photo shoot is impressive.
“Yeah, Mayzie just left.”
“How did it go? Think you’ll add the whole boudoir shoot to your list of services?” I ask as I stroll over to her. She nods with a modest, close-mouthed smile.
“Yeah,” she says, thoughtfully drawing the word out. “It was fun, but I’m glad I tested it out on my friend first to ease into it. Things will feel a little less awkward when I have customers I don’t know signing up for this now. It was a good ice breaker.” She walks over to the desk and picks up her camera, scrolling through shots by the looks of it. I glance over at the bed where she has a couple of light fixtures set up around it, along with some good natural light coming from the windows. I picture her laying on it in various poses, some where she’s sporting some sinfully sexy lingerie and others where she’s wearing nothing but a seductive smile.
“Show me,” I blurt out, tearing my eyes away from the bed and looking over to her. She’s sexy when she has her photographer face on, totally in the zone as she examines the images on her camera.
“Huh?” she asks, looking up at me.
“Get on the bed and show me how it works,” I tell her, giving her a suggestive smile and nodding my head towards the bed.
She gives me a knowing smile. “I’m pretty sure you know how it works.”
“Humor me,” I prod gently as I continue to stare at her, willing her to feel it. “I want to see.”
Her hands go to either side of her growing belly that hides under her loose, gauzy top. “I’m not exactly model material right now,” she tells me, but I can see in her eyes that she’s turned on by the way I’m looking at her and the idea she knows is burning brightly in my mind.
“On the contrary,” I tell her as I step closer to her and put my hands over hers, looking down into her eyes. “You’ve never been sexier.” When she gazes up at me with a warm look of wonder in her amber eyes, I feel a squeeze in my chest and a swelling down below. “Maybe I want my own sexy album of my girl.” Her eyebrows go up in question but her smile widens. I bring my hands down her sides to grip the bottom hem of her top, my eyes staying on hers, silently asking permission. After a moment, she raises her arms, not breaking her gaze from mine.
Yes! I inwardly do a fist pump.
I raise the material of her top and bring it up and over her head, leaving her in her jeans and a black bra that has a lace trim around the bottom. I take in the sight of her spectacular cleavage and her perfectly round, smooth belly that houses our child. I toss her top to land on a nearby chair and caress my hands over her bump before bringing them to the elastic band that holds up her jeans and start to peel it down. She takes over and pushes them the rest of the way down, and I steady her while she steps out of them.
She turns to adjust a couple of the light fixtures and I want to bite my fist at the sight of her moving around in lace panties that are a bubblegum pink color, a perfect contrast to the black bra. I grab her camera up off the bed where she had set it down.
“So, tell me how to work this thing.”
After opening a new memory card and switching it out for the one that was in there, she looks through the viewfinder, aiming it at the bed. Okay, this is hot, watching her work her camera with skilled hands in her mouthwatering bra and panties.
“It’s all ready. You can just aim and shoot,” she tells me with a quirky smile as she hands it over. My dick is already painfully hard in my jeans, and I hope to God I make it through this without coming in my pants.
I can tell she’s a little nervous by the way she’s smiling at herself as she makes her way over to the bed and crawls on to it.
“How do you want me?” she asks in a shy yet seductive tone as she sits on her knees, waiting for instruction.
That’s a loaded question.
“I don’t know,” I think out loud as I hold her heavy camera absently in my hand. “How about starting out like that, on your knees? Maybe put your hands on your belly?” She follows instructions, cradling her bump and smiling at me. I bring the camera up to my face and look between her and the version I see in the viewfinder.
“I thought you wanted sexy pictures,” she teases with a smile and a tilt of her head after I’ve snapped a couple of shots, just trying to get a feel for it. I lower the camera and give her an incredulous look.
“Honey, you’re already killing me. I’m fucking concrete in my pants right now. Let me ease in. Haven’t you ever heard the saying ‘make love to the camera’?”
I snap a shot just as she tosses her head back as one of those genuine, loud and deep laughs takes over her body. She continues to hold her shaking stomach with her eyes closed and her mouth wide open in a smile as she cracks up. I look at the picture I just captured. Oh my God, it’s fucking perfection. I smile warmly back up at her as she composes herself.
“What are you laughing at?” I ask rhetorically as I continue to take pictures.
“You,” she sighs, “the natural photographer.” She gives me her affectionate eye roll.
“Well, I mean it. I need to get the hang of this, so just let me take some cute shots of you first before we jump into the sexy shit.” She relents and lets me do my thing, giving me smiles that range from playful to demure. “You have no idea how beautiful you are like this,” I shake my head in wonder as I continue to shoot. The compliment brings just a hint of a stain to her cheeks, and I realize something: I make her light up. I mean what I say; she’s breathtaking. The way her already perfect body has changed as she grows our baby is a wonder to me.
I’m getting more comfortable as I move around her, taking shots from different angles and she starts to have fun with it too. Gradually, her expressions go from light to more sensual. Now we’re getting there. I notice a box fan between the light fixtures and reach over to flip it on and Annie’s hair starts lifting just enough to give off the effect. What the fuck is it about hair blowing in a fake breeze that makes the sex factor skyrocket?
“Lie down,” I quietly order. She eases down onto her side as I slide a chair closer to the bed to sit down on so I can be more level with her. I lean forward with my elbows on my knees to prop the camera.
“Alright, give me those bedroom eyes,” I playfully command, trying to sound like a pro. She rolls her eyes again, resting her head on her hand.
“Come on,” I coax. “Look at me like you wanna do me.” I see a thought pass over her eyes before they darken a shade with the sexiness I’m after.
“I’m going to need a little inspiration for that,” she says, looking at me intently.
I pause, lowering the camera. “What?”
“You want me to look turned on? Entice me.” She raises an eyebrow. It doesn’t take more than a second for me to get her meaning. I stand, laying the camera on the bed.
I don’t break eye contact with her as I reach behind me and pull my shirt off. Watching me makes her smile and press her teeth down on her bottom lip.
“That better?” I ask in a low voice.
“Much.”
She’s so sassy. I resume my seat in front of her and pick the camera up again, leaning forward into my ready-to-shoot-pictures position.
“So, do you want me now?” I ask as I start taking more photos, and she nods. “Yeah?” I tease as she gives me fuck me eyes and wets her lips before nodding. “I want you too, gorgeous,” I tell her tenderly. “Lie on your back for me.”
She arranges a couple of pillows and lies back, turning her head toward me.
“Push your breasts up in the air. Show me your neck like you want to let me run my tongue up it.” Her eyes close and her lips part slightly as she obliges, arching her back and tilting her head back. Fuck.
“That’s my girl,” I praise her, the ache evident in my voice. I adjust my dick through my jeans and try to get more comfortable. When that fails, I stand up so that my angle looks down on her. “You turned on, gorgeous?”
“Mmm... yeah,” she sighs, looking at me with hooded eyes and my cock jerks. This is the single, hottest experience of my life; taking photos of the most beautiful woman on the planet as she makes eyes at me, as she shows me how much she wants me.
“You love me?” I ask as I look down at her through the viewfinder, and she nods.
“I do.” Her voice is little more than a gentle whisper. I love when she tells me that.
“I love you too,” I rasp back at her, and realize I’m going to have to conclude this private shoot soon so that I can show her just how much I worship her. This banter we’ve got going is making me hotter than ever. “You want me?” She nods again. “Where do you want to feel me?”
She glides her hands down either side, under her belly until they meet together at the apex of her legs, covering the pink lace there as she lets out a shuddery breath.
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