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Andrew
Can’t believe I don’t get to come with.
Me
Next time
There’s going to be a next time???
Possibly ;) I asked Marley if we could do a couples shoot sometime. She needs practice with this type of shoot.
Fine. But only if I get a little sneak peek.
Just as long as you don’t take care of things by yourself.
I’ll be waiting for you, petals.
Love you.
Love you too. Have fun with Mar.
“Andrew is still pouting,” I say with a chuckle. I’m standing in Marley’s new studio while she sets up her camera for my boudoir shoot. Since she moved into the location, she’s been bugging me to do this. I was hesitant, only because I have never found lingerie I feel comfortable with, and my insecurities are screaming at me that I’ll look like a potato.
That is, until Andrew found out why I was hesitating. He made sure to tell, and show me in many different ways how beautiful he thinks I am. Now, I’m excited, albeit still a little nervous, not because of the shoot, or lingerie, just because it’s something new. I’m not used to being so on display, and purposefully sexy.
“I’m not surprised.” Marley swipes her brown hair into a ponytail, fixing her bangs with her fingers. “He’s always been like that.”
“I told him that maybe someday we would do a couples session.” I shrug, sliding my fingers over the lace on a deep purple bodysuit that Mar set out for me to try on.
“Anytime,” Marley replies. “It might be weird to see Andrew nearly fucking you, but hey, it’s art.”
I snicker. “Yeah, that might be weird, but what’s life without a little weirdness?”
“Speaking of,” Marley says. “I’ve seen that some photographers wear lingerie during the boudoir sessions too, to help the client feel more comfortable. Is that something you’d like me to do?”
“Oh my god, I think I’ve seen videos with that!” I say. “I would love that. As much as I love you, and no matter how much I love Andrew and how he lifts me up, I’m still feeling a little insecure.”
“Say no more.” Marley steps over to the makeshift wardrobe station. There’s an abundance of options to choose from on the garment rack, and I watch as she plucks through, clearly looking for a specific item.
She pulls an army green lace set down, holding it up over her curves. She smiles, and raises her brow in question.
“Um, yes, one hundred percent,” I say.
“Perfect,” she says. “The purple is going to look so good with your red hair. Go change in the dressing room, I’ll change in the bathroom, and we will get started.”
I head into the dressing room, changing into the purple lace. The bodysuit is sheer on the sides, with lace patterns trailing up the bodice. The cups are also sheer, showing off my nipples, but have wires underneath to give a little boost. Garter straps hang down over my thighs, attaching to the thin stockings I slide up my legs.
I adjust a few straps and check myself in the mirror. I try not to look at the way my skin rolls underneath the lace, and instead focus on how great my boobs look, and how sensual I feel. Running my fingers through my curled, yet tousled hair, I give myself one final pep talk, before I step out of the small room. Marley sits on the black velvet chaise lounge, fiddling with her camera. She lifts her head when she sees me, and the smile that appears is instantaneous.
“Hell fucking yes, Josie.” She stands, striding over to me. She looks sexy as hell in her own lingerie, the deep green accentuating her skin tone and hair color perfectly. The bottoms are high waisted lace, the top pushing her tits together and up, with cris-cross straps going over top of her bust.
“Marley, you look hot,” I say. On second glance, I notice bars running through her nipples. “Oh my god, you have pierced nipples?!” I screech.
“Not as hot as you, girl!” she spins her finger at me, motioning for me to twirl. I do, albeit awkwardly, holding out my palms. “And yes, I do have pierced nipples. Spur of the moment thing when I was twenty, but I love them.” She shrugs. “This is going to be so amazing,” she says. “Your ass looks phenomenal.”
My face heats at her praise as I stop my turn. “Where do you want me?” I ask, looking around the room.
She’s set it up perfectly. The lighting is perfect, accentuating the brick walls surrounding us. There’s one wall of sheetrock that she’s painted a deep royal green. The floor is hardwood, with a queen size bed in the corner. The comforter is fluffy, a crisp white, with feather pillows resting against the headboard. A gold standing mirror sits against the green wall, giving it that pop of color it needs. There are various gold accents around the whole room as well.
