The Art of Photography

Outside the church you and your bride were quickly separated by various people and you were making simple small talk until a voice called "Mr. Johnson, I'm ready for you." You turned to the speaker.

Your jaw dropped as you took in the sight of a stunningly gorgeous woman in a very figure flattering dress that you did not recall seeing at the ceremony. Both the cleavage and underside of her magnificent breasts were revealed by the low neckline and a pair of cutouts. The light orange fabric clung to every curve of her body, with a long slit through which every inch of a long leg could be seen.

"Mr. Johnson, I'm Carrie Brooks, the wedding photographer, Lana hired me as part of your package.", as she said the words your package her eyes flitted downward to your crotch. Seeing this woman check you out made you blank for a moment on who Lana was.

"The wedding planner.", she helpfully volunteered, as if knowing that you'd lost your ability to connect names to people while looking at her.

Carrie was absolutely breathtaking. She was the kind of woman that made men stop and stare, and you were no exception. You couldn't help but gawk at her, taking in her every detail. From her bright blue eyes to her full, red lips, she was perfection. Her body was curvaceous and flawless, and her dress did nothing to hide it. You felt your cheeks flush red as you realized you were staring.

"I didn't see you during the ceremony.", you said.

She responded with a sly, "Oh, it's my job to be virtually invisible at the ceremony." You looked her over again decided that to avoid being seen while wearing that outfit, she was VERY good at that part of her job.

"We'll be taking the wedding party photos in a moment, but before we do I wanted to show you some pictures I've already taken. Give me your phone and I'll download them directly.", she said.

You handed her your phone, and she connected it to her camera. A few button presses later she handed it back. You opened the photo browser on your phone.

The dress she was wearing had been enough to get you hard, flipping through the photos she sent of herself in a variety of tiny, sexy bikinis was enough to set you off. Each one showed off her perfect body in a different way, and you could imagine what it would be like to peel each one off of her.

She whispered in your ear, "I figure those should keep you occupied for a bit. Text me when you're done with them and I'll show you some less outdoor appropriate outfits." Her voice was low and husky, and her breath tickled your ear. Then she turned and started to walk away, toward where you would have photos taken with your new wife and your wedding party. You were so busy staring between your phone and the ass swaying away from you that you failed to follow until she stopped, turned in profile to you, gave you a come-hither look and crooked her finger sexily for you to come to her. At that point you started to follow so quickly you almost tripped. This caused the sexy woman to put her hands at the back of her hips and throw her head back in a silent laugh that thrust her chest out even further in your side view. Her hips swayed as she walked, and you couldn't keep your eyes off her ass as you followed her.