1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 18


    Date: 1/28/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

    they’re right out there, holding the cameras, and he was always changing lenses, and filters, and backs, adjusting lights and stuff, taking things apart and putting them back together, sometimes tiny things. He has very graceful, talented hands, long, slender fingers that looked like he’d just had a perfect manicure. He just had this tremendous…” She paused, searching for a word “…dexterity, I guess, amazing agility, and a very soft, gentle touch.” I’d heard the whole thing, the whole moving rhapsody about his wonderful hands, but the part that stuck in my head was the part about his ‘soft, gentle touch’. “Wait a second, Alli; he touched you?” “Well yes, of course! They both did, him and Jennifer, arranging my hair, or my clothes – such as they were!” She laughed softly. “He’d also position my arms or legs. Or tilt my chin up a little, or down, maybe get me to turn my head, or lean a little bit one way or the other. He was very particular about every detail, every hair, and every part of every pose. That’s why the pictures are so good!” “I suppose. I still don’t like the idea of him touching you so casually.” “David, there was nothing sexual about it! He was just doing his job and being very professional.” “Uh-huh. And yet, you were so aroused you couldn’t even wait for me to get home. He may have thought there was nothing sexual about it, but you…” She cut me off. “Stop it! That was because I was posing for the pictures, and it turned out that doing that, well, it made me ...
    very aroused.” I decided not to get in a fight with her over something so trivial. I took a different tack. I reached up and gently pushed her hair back from her face, letting my fingers graze her cheek and neck. “So when he did things like this…” I softly touched her neck “… when he was just arranging things, that had no effect on you?” “Mmm…no, but when you do it…” “Uh-huh, I see.” I tugged the belt of her robe, opening it, and pushed it back to the sides, my fingers lightly touching her, on the arms, the chest, her breasts; I popped the front clasp on her tiny leopard bra and pushed the cups aside, then pulled at her short robe until I had it arranged the way her shirt had been in the one particular photo; open, but held back by her erect nipples, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, before I touched them, but they seemed to stiffen further as my fingertip grazed them. “And when he arranged that white shirt for that one shot, like this, and had to touch you, that didn’t contribute to your arousal at all?” “Mmmm! Maybe a little – but Jennifer started that set-up, he just perfected what he wanted.” “So he did touch your breasts?” “Not like you do – like you are! He mostly just touched the shirt.” Her eyes were starting to take on that smoky look of arousal, and I knew that it was partly due to me, and partly due to her remembering her photo session – and his touch. “Mostly the shirt, I see. But your nipples?” “David!” She hadn’t said no, that he hadn’t touched ...
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