Chapter 1: A Gift
The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the soft hum of the morning light streaming through the windows. Hannah stood by the kitchen counter, her reflection in the window showcasing her curves accentuated by her robe.
Everyone had already left the house early and she was enjoying the peace and quiet before her big day began.
Hannah had arranged for a professional photographer to come round later that morning to do a lingerie photoshoot as her Christmas gift for her husband Max.
She felt a mixture of nerves and excitement, having never done anything like this before but was determined to get some sexy photos for her husband.
She had specifically booked a female photographer, hoping she would feel more comfortable and at ease. She had heard good things about Charlotte, a local photographer known for her ability to make her subjects feel relaxed and confident in front of the camera.
Hannah had spent the rest of the morning showering, shaving her body smooth, before moisturising, and doing her hair and makeup. She wanted to look sexy, but also natural. She didn't want to look like a porn star, but wanted to feel confident and attractive.
She knew how obsessed Max was with her body already and how much he would love the photos but she hoped to surprise him with something a little different.
She picked through the large draw of lingerie they owned, selecting a few different outfits she knew Max loved. She wanted to give him a good show, but also wanted to feel good about herself.
She settled on a stretchy, sheer black crotchless body stocking, with stockings attached and shiny black heels and a short, Mrs Claus style, red velvety dress with her red heels given it was a Christmas present and she wanted it to be festive.
Happy with her choices, Hannah layed the outfits out on the bed and in just her robe, went downstairs to have another coffee.
She was just about to pour herself a second cup when the doorbell rang. She checked her watch, Charlotte was early. She quickly tightened her robe and went to answer the door.
Standing on the other side was a woman who could only be described as stunning. Charlotte had auburn hair that cascaded down her shoulders in loose curls, and her eyes were a captivating shade of green. She was wearing a dress and boots, and the way it clung to her curves left little to the imagination. Hannah couldn't help but notice the generous swell of her breasts, and the way the dress clung to her hips.
She was a curvy woman herself, but Charlotte was in a league of her own. She felt a sudden flutter in her stomach, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. She quickly pushed it aside, attributing it to nerves.
"Charlotte, I presume?" Hannah said, extending her hand. "I'm Hannah."
Charlotte smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's me. And you must be the beautiful Hannah." She took Hannah's hand, giving it a warm squeeze. "Your house is gorgeous, by the way. I love what you've done with the place."
Hannah felt a blush creep up her cheeks at the compliment. "Thank you.I'm glad you like it," Hannah replied, stepping aside to let Charlotte in.
“So, where were you thinking we should set up?” Charlotte asked eagerly, looking at Hannah. "I'm pretty flexible, we can go wherever you feel most comfortable."
Hannah felt immediately at ease with Charlotte's casual and friendly demeanor. "Well, I was thinking the bedroom?” Hannah suggested, trying to gage
Charlotte's reaction. “It's where I have all my outfits laid out and it has the best lighting."
Charlotte's eyes sparkled with approval. "Sounds perfect. Lead the way."
Hannah led Charlotte upstairs, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel Charlotte's eyes on her, taking in her curves in just the robe as she made her way up the stairs and it made her feel self-conscious. But there was something else too, a spark of excitement.
The bedroom was bathed in soft, natural light, streaming in through the large window. The bed was made, the outfits laid out neatly, and the room smelled faintly of Hannah's perfume.
Charlotte took it all in, her professional eye appreciating the natural light and the simple elegance of the space.
"So, these are the outfits you've chosen?" Charlotte asked, picking up the black body stocking and holding it up to the light. "They're...revealing."
Hannah laughed, a nervous sound that betrayed her nerves. "Yeah, well, it's supposed to be a sexy gift for my husband. I wanted to give him something to remember."
Charlotte raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Well, I have no doubt he'll love them. But let's make sure you love them too, hmm?
After all, these are for you to wear, not just for him to see," Charlotte said, her voice soft and reassuring. She put the body stocking down and turned to Hannah, her eyes meeting hers. "This is about you feeling sexy, confident, and empowered. We want you to love the way you look in these photos, not just Max."
Hannah felt a warmth spread through her at Charlotte's words. She hadn't considered that before, but Charlotte was right. She wanted to feel good about herself, not just give Max a thrill.
"Alright," Hannah said, nodding. "Let's do this."
Charlotte smiled, her eyes lighting up.
"Great. Now, let's get you out of that robe and into something more...inspiring." Charlotte said, turned to her camera bag, pulling out a tripod and her camera. "I'll set up here, by the window. The natural light is perfect. Why don't you try on the first outfit and we'll go from there?"
Hannah nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a flutter of nerves, but also a spark of excitement. She picked up the red, festive dress and heels before making for the en-suit.
“Just change here?” Charlotte suggested, looking up from her camera, which she was adjusting on the tripod. “I promise I won’t peek. Yet,” she added with a wink.
Hannah laughed nervously. She knew Charlotte was joking, but the comment still sent a shiver down her spine. Charlotte was going to see her in some very revealing lingerie eventually anyway so maybe she was being stupid wanting privacy to change.
It was a weird feeling, being naked in front of someone who wasn't her husband, but Charlotte had a way about her that made Hannah feel safe and at ease. She took a deep breath, turning her back to Charlotte as she slipped off her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She quickly stepped into the red dress, pulling it up over her hips and tits, and then into the heels, before pulling up the matching red thong.
She turned back to Charlotte, who was now adjusting the camera settings.
Charlotte looked up, her eyes meeting Hannah's. "You look amazing," she said, her voice soft and genuine. "The red really brings out your skin tone." She had always loved red, it made her feel bold and confident.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she adjusted her tits in the dress.
Charlotte was still watching her, her eyes fixed on Hannah’s boobs as she adjusted them, a small smile playing on her lips.
“You know, I think we should start with some close-ups,” Charlotte suggested, her voice low and sultry. “I want to capture the details, the curves, the texture.”
Hannah felt a shiver run down her spine at Charlotte’s words. She had never felt this exposed before, wearing an outfit like this in front of a stranger, a stranger that she found very attractive.
But there was something about Charlotte’s confidence and professionalism that made her feel safe, despite her nerves.
“Okay,” Hannah said, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a step closer to the window, the soft light casting a warm glow on her skin.
Charlotte adjusted the camera, her eyes never leaving Hannah’s body.
She could see the slight tremble in Hannah’s hands, the nervousness that was almost palpable. But there was something else too, a spark of excitement, a hint of anticipation. It was a heady mix, and Charlotte found herself drawn to it.
“Relax, Hannah,” Charlotte said, her voice soft and soothing. “You look amazing. Let’s just take this slow, okay?”
Hannah nodded, taking a deep breath. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her palms growing sweaty. But Charlotte’s words had a calming effect, and she found herself relaxing slightly.
Charlotte began to snap photos, her eyes behind the camera lens, capturing every detail. The red dress hugged Hannah's curves, accentuating her hips and the swell of her breasts. The soft light from the window cast a warm glow on her skin, making her look radiant.
Hannah felt a strange sensation, a mix of vulnerability and empowerment. She was exposed, yet there was something freeing about it. She could feel Charlotte's gaze on her, not in a leering way, but with a professional eye, appreciating the angles and the light.
Charlotte moved around Hannah, adjusting the camera, capturing her from different angles. "You're doing great," she said, her voice encouraging. "Just relax and let me do my job."
Hannah took a deep breath, trying to relax as Charlotte directed her. “We’ve got some of you looking all pretty in your dress but maybe we do a couple now slightly more provocative,” Charlotte suggested, her voice soft but confident. “I want to capture the essence of you, Hannah. The confidence, the sexiness, the fun. Let’s show Max what he’s got at home, hmm?”
Hannah laughed nervously, but the tension in her shoulders eased a little. “Alright,” she said, her voice steadier now. “What do you have in mind?”
Charlotte put down her camera and walked over to Hannah. “Lean forward a bit,” Charlotte instructed, her hands now on Hannah hips, gently guiding her into position, “I want to see that beautiful cleavage. And then, slowly, arch your back a little. Yes, like that. Perfect.”
Hannah felt a blush creep up her cheeks as Charlotte’s hands lingered on her hips. She could feel the warmth of Charlotte’s touch through the thin fabric of her dress, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was difficult with Charlotte so close, her breath warm on Hannah’s neck.
Charlotte stepped back, her eyes never leaving Hannah’s body. “You’re doing amazing, Hannah. You look incredible.”
Hannah felt a surge of confidence at Charlotte’s words. She felt sexy, empowered, and most importantly, she felt like she was in control.
Charlotte's words and touch had a way of making her feel safe and confident, and she found herself enjoying the experience more than she thought she would.
Charlotte returned to the camera, snapping a few more shots. "See you're a natural," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.
Hannah started to get more into it with Charlotte encouragement, leaning down further to show off more of her deep cleavage, pushing her tits together with her arms a little until they were practically spilling out of the top of the dress. She felt a thrill at the sight of herself in the mirror, her body looking so sexy and confident.
Charlotte was taking it all in, her eyes wide with appreciation. "You're stunning, Hannah," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never seen anyone look so beautiful."
Hannah had never felt so sexy, so empowered. It was a heady feeling, and she was loving every minute of it.
Charlotte moved closer, her camera now at eye level with Hannah's chest. "Your tits look amazing,” Charlotte said, her voice low and husky. “They're so full and round."
Hannah felt a flush of heat spread across her skin at Charlotte's words. She had never heard anyone describe her body like that before, and it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine, another women admiring her boobs.
Charlotte adjusted the camera, her eyes never leaving Hannah's body. "Now, let's try something even more... provocative," she said, her voice filled with anticipation. "Why don’t you sit on the chair and part your legs slightly, I want to see a teasing glimpse of your thong ."
Hannah hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. But Charlotte's reassuring smile and the encouraging look in her eyes gave her the confidence to comply. She walked over to the chair, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor, and sat down, spreading her legs slightly to give Charlotte a glimpse of her red thong, her short dress riding up her thick thighs.
"Perfect," she murmured, her voice filled with appreciation. "So fucking hot, now, let's try a few more shots. How do you feel about spreading your legs a little wider, Hannah?” Charlotte asked, her voice soft and coaxing. “I want to capture the curve of your thigh, the way your thong disappears between your legs. It’ll be tasteful, I promise. Just a hint of slut.” She said smiling.
Hannah had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But there was something about Charlotte’s voice, her confidence, that made her want to trust her. She took a deep breath and slowly spread her legs wider, feeling the cool air against her skin.
Charlotte’s eyes widened, the smile spreading across her face. “Perfect,” she breathed, her camera clicking away. “You look incredible, Hannah, now look at the camera and make those come fuck me eyes,” Charlotte said, her voice low and sultry.
Hannah felt a blush creep up her cheeks at Charlotte's words, but she did as she was told, looking directly into the camera, trying to channel her inner sex kitten. She bit her lower lip, letting her eyes smolder.
Charlotte let out a low whistle, her eyes never leaving the camera lens. "Damn, girl, you're a natural. Max is going to lose his mind when he sees these."
Hannah felt a surge of pride at Charlotte's words. She was enjoying this more than she thought she would, feeling sexy and confident in front of the camera.
Charlotte moved around her, capturing different angles, her eyes never leaving Hannah's body.
“Now pull the strap off your shoulder, like your slowly stripping for your husband,” Charlotte instructed, “really tease me,” she added with a wink.
Hannah hesitated for a moment, but then slowly pulled the strap off her shoulder, letting the dress slip down to reveal more of her cleavage.
Charlotte watch on, her breath catching in her throat. "Fuck, Hannah, you're stunning," she murmured, her voice filled with appreciation.
Hannah felt a surge of confidence at Charlotte's words. She decided to take it a step further, slowly pulling the other strap down, letting the dress slip down to reveal more of her cleavage, her tits bulging out the top of the dress. She could see Charlotte's eyes on her, her breath catching in her throat.
“Let's keep going, okay? Let's make these photos something you'll be proud to show off."
Hannah nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. She felt empowered, sexy, and she wanted to keep pushing her boundaries.
She stood up, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, as she slowly turned around, giving Charlotte a full view of her back as she let the dress fall around her waist. She could feel Charlotte's gaze on her, appreciative and admiring.
"Your back is incredible, Hannah," Charlotte said, her voice soft. "The way it curves, the way your hips sway... it's like you were made to be photographed."
She had never been one to enjoy attention, but there was something about Charlotte's words that made her feel seen, appreciated.
She looked back over her shoulder at the camera, her eyes meeting Charlotte's. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft. "I've never felt so...appreciated."
Charlotte smiled, her eyes warm. "You should, Hannah. You're beautiful, inside and out. And I'm not just saying that because it's my job. I mean it."
Hannah felt a blush creep up her cheeks at Charlotte's words. She had always been confident in her body with Max, but there was something about Charlotte's admiration that made her feel even more so.
“Now turn around but cover your boobs with your arm,” Charlotte instructed, “we don’t want to give away too much, too early,” she added playfully.
Hannah did as she was told, covering her boobs with her arm as she turned around to Charlotte, the camera clicking away.
“I think we can lose the dress now,” Charlotte said stepping out from behind the camera and approaching Hannah.
She moved behind Hannah, pulling the dress down over her hips and letting Hannah step out of it. Hannah felt a flutter in her stomach with Charlotte so close behind her as she stood there in just a thong and heels.
Charlotte reached around Hannah, adjusting her arm, making sure it was covering her just right, not showing too much but enough to tease.
Hannah felt a jolt of electricity at Charlottes touch, her skin tingling where Charlottes fingers brushed against her hand and boob.
“How does that feel?” Charlotte asked innocently, her fingers still lingering on Hannah’s arm. Hannah took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She could feel the heat radiating off Charlotte’s body, and it was making her feel lightheaded.
“It feels...incredible,” Hannah breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I mean...I’m sure it’ll look incredible,” Hannah corrected herself, feeling her cheeks flush.
Charlotte chuckled softly, her breath warm on Hannah's neck. "I'm glad you think so," she murmured, her voice low and sultry as she stepped back, her hand gentle stroking Hannah arm, leaving Hannah feeling a sudden chill where Charlotte's body had been pressed against hers.
Charlotte returned to the camera, smiling to herself as she took more photos. “Now spread your legs a little, look confident, more powerful,” Charlotte called out from behind the camera.
Hannah spread her legs slightly, widening her stance, attempting to embrace the powerful look Charlotte was trying to capture as she tightened her arm across her chest, her boobs pressed against her, her hand cupping her breast.
“You look really sexy,” Charlotte said looking up from behind her camera, admiring Hannah, “I can’t take my eyes off you,” looking at Hannah longingly.
Hannah sensed the shift in Charlotte's demeanor, a subtle change that made her wonder if Charlotte was feeling something more than just professional admiration. Hannah decided to test the waters, just to see if the attraction was mutual.
“Maybe we could take a couple now with my hand moved away?” Hannah asked tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. She had never been so forward, so bold, but there was something about Charlotte that made her want to push her boundaries.
Charlotte looked up from her camera, her eyes meeting Hannah's. There was a moment of silence, a charged moment where the air seemed to crackle with tension.
"Is that what you want, Hannah?" she asked, her voice low and husky. "You want to show me your tits?"
Hannah nodded, her mouth suddenly dry. "Yes," she whispered, “I mean, I think Max would like the photos, but….im not sure how to…..how to pose….maybe you could help me,” Hannah asked, trying to play innocent.“I mean, you’re the professional here.”
Charlotte hesitated for a moment, her eyes never leaving Hannah's. She could see the desire in Hannah's eyes, the way her chest heaved with each breath. She felt a stirring in her own body, a heat that was growing more intense by the second.
“I mean, the photos are supposed to be more erotic and suggestive than actually topless but I’m happy if you’re happy,” Charlotte said, her voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions inside her.
She had never felt this way about a client before. She had taken thousands of erotic photos of women over the past few years but there was something different about Hannah, an undeniable attraction that was making it difficult to keep her professionalism intact.
Charlotte put down her camera, her eyes never leaving Hannah's body as she walked over to her.
“Maybe if you drop your arm under your boobs and sort of hold them up,” Charlotte suggested, her voice low and sultry as she stood in front of Hannah.
“Like this?” Hannah asked, her eyes locked with Charlottes as she allowed her arm to drop, revealing her full, heavy breasts to Charlotte.
She felt a rush of excitement and vulnerability as she stood there, her tits exposed to Charlotte's gaze. Charlotte's eyes widened, as she took in the sight of Hannah's naked chest.
”Umm yes,” Charlotte said, slightly flustered, “and then put your arm…” she added taking Hannah’s hand and directing her, “under them like this,” her hand guiding Hannah’s arm to rest under her boobs, making them look even more voluptuous.
Hannah gasped slightly as Charlotte’s fingers brushed against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel the heat radiating off Charlotte's body, and it was making her feel lightheaded.
“Like that?” Hannah asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she adjusted her arm, pushing her tits up, making them look even more full and round.
Charlotte nodded, her eyes never leaving Hannah's body. "Yes, just like that," she murmured, her voice filled with appreciation as she stared at Hannah’s tits.
“And then after, we can take some of you pushing them together,” Charlotte said, this time taking both of Hannah’s hands in hers and placing them on her tits, “like this,” she guided, pushing Hannah’s hands together, making her tits spill over and creating a deep cleavage.
Hannah moaned softly at the sensation of Charlotte’s hands on hers, guiding her, touching her. She could feel her nipples hardening, her pussy throbbing with desire.
Charlotte's touch was gentle yet firm, guiding her hands to cup her tits, pushing them together to create a deep, inviting cleavage. Hannah eyes were locked with Charlotte's, seeing the hunger in her gaze.
The tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation as they stood before each other, Hannah's tits bare and heaving, Charlotte's breath coming in short gasps as they stared into each others eyes.
As if in trance both women slowly leaned in, their lips crashing together in a passionate, hungry kiss, their tongues tangling and exploring each other's mouths.
Hannah moaned as their kiss deepened, her hands still holding her tits, pressed against Charlotte chest.
Charlotte broke their kiss, taking a step back. “I’m so sorry,” she panted, her cheeks flushed. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m your photographer, it’s so unprofessional....” she trailed off, her eyes dropping to Hannah’s bare chest, Hannah’s nipples hard and erect.
“It’s fine,” Hannah breathed, her voice husky with desire. “It was me as much as you,” she reassured her slightly embarrassed.
Hannah’s heart was pounding in her chest, her body aching with desire. It was clear there was a mutual attraction but she hadn’t expected that to happen.
“I’ll umm…. Let’s get back to the photos,” Charlotte fumbled, returning to the camera, her voice still breathless. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Charlotte,” Hannah interrupted, her voice steady, despite her own embarrassment. “It’s honestly fine, let’s just forget about it,” Hannah insisted, moving her arm back under her tits and holding them up.
“I’m comfortable with you, and I want to continue. Let’s just pick up where we left off.”
Charlotte hesitated for a moment, then nodded, her eyes never leaving Hannah's body. "Alright," she said, her voice steadying. "Let's get back to it."
She picked up her camera, snapping a few more shots of Hannah's tits, her eyes appreciative and hungry. Hannah could feel the heat between her legs growing with each click of the camera, her pussy throbbing with desire.
“Now do you want to push them together again,” Charlotte instructed, “I’ll behave myself this time,” she said, forcing a smile.
Hannah laughed awkwardly as she pushed her tits together, creating a deep, inviting cleavage. “You sure about that?” she teased, biting her lip seductively as she looking into the camera.
Her hands on her tits felt so good, her fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, her nipples hard and erect. She could feel the heat between her legs growing, her pussy throbbing with desire and couldn’t help but slowly start to massage and squeeze her tits as Charlotte continued to take photos.
Hannah’s eyes fluttered closed as she started to imagine Charlottes hands on her, moaning softly as she groped herself, her hands occasionally brushing against her hard, aching nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to her clit.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Charlotte groaned, her voice thick with desire as she snapped more photos, her camera lens zooming in on Hannah’s hands, her tits, her face, capturing every moment of her pleasure.
The tension between them was clear but both women were in denial, reluctant to act on their mutual attraction. They continued to take photos, Hannah posing provocatively, Charlotte capturing every detail, her eyes never leaving Hannah’s body.
As they continued, Hannah’s breathing became heavier, her moans more frequent. She was getting turned on by the photoshoot, by Charlotte’s appreciative gaze, by the way her body responded to her own touch.
Hannah could see the effect she was having on Charlotte, the way her breath hitched, the way her eyes darkened with desire. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t help herself, it excited her to know she was turning Charlotte on.
Fighting her own desires, Charlotte put the camera down, trying to regain some semblance of control.
“I think we’ve got enough of you in that outfit,” she said reluctantly, her voice almost disappointed.
“Did you want some of you in the other outfit too?” Charlotte asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes still lingering on Hannah’s tits.
“Yes,” Hannah replied, her voice equally soft, her eyes locked with Charlotte’s. “I’ll just go and….” She added, nodding towards the en-suite awkwardly.
Hannah covered her tits again with her arm, walking past Charlotte to the bed and picking up her robe and slipping it on, tying it around her.
She collected up her heels and the second outfit and retreated to the en-suite to change.