The second gown

Eventually we were done with the posing in that dress and came the time for a different one. This was black, also long with an equally high slit but revealing the left leg. The dress had a lot more material on the back, it compensated for that by being sleeveless and having an extremely deep cleavage. My breasts were covered basically with two straps of fabric that narrowed towards the top, they barely managed to cover the glued pads. My belly button was mere centimeters from being exposed. Once again I was dressed in a glamorous gown that made me feel naked… and I loved it! I kept the same heels but had to take them off for a moment in order to put on a pair of sheer black stockings; they were hold ups and a glimpse off the top on my left left could be seen even without me striking a pose.

But poses I did strike and showed off even more skin. The dress lied perfectly and not a single malfunction occurred, but while my nipples remained covered they were still erect and the rest of my breasts got thoroughly photographed. My inner exhibitionist was cheering; it had even more reasons to cheer since many poses included showing off my left leg and it got revealed in its entirety along with the whole stocking top. For some reason exposing the tops of my stockings, even just a glimpse, had always turned me on more than simply flashing my bare skin. There was something unique in that detail which might have been designed to be hidden but occasionally flashed in a teasing manner.

James kept mixing the instructions with compliments and I was beginning to feel more and more natural with each passing minute. I knew that a model’s job is not a bed of roses, but at that particular moment I was having so much FUN. Not to mention that it was exciting as well, after all people were going to look at those photo and since they asked specifically for me to model the clothes, they will not be admiring only the dresses. My inner narcissist was being fed plentifully. Especially since James was being generous with compliments, he praised my toned shoulders and arms too. It felt so rewarding to know that someone appreciated all the sweat and hard work.He never mentioned my erect nipples, but I was confident that his camera was paying attention to that detail as well.