The Wedding Photographer Pt. 01

I've been a wedding photographer for over 10 years, initially working in partnership with a friend but in the last few years on my own. I do the standard stuff - groups, ring exchange, first dance, etc. It's quite a lucrative industry and I must say that I've managed to get a good standard of living out of it, and occasionally there are a few...perks of the job. This story tells one of them.
As normal I'd been to visit the happy couple before the wedding day, and they seemed to be a really nice couple - Dave was probably early thirties, Stephanie was a couple of years younger. They seemed to be desperately in love and were looking forward to getting married in a few weeks. We ran through the days events, and at what time things would happen - starting with me photographing the bride at her parents' home - having make-up done, posing with her dad, bridesmaids, etc. This normally happens a few hours before the ceremony as it gives the bride time to chill out before going to the church.
A few days before the wedding, I received a call from Steph asking if I would be prepared to come a little earlier, as there were some photographs that she really wanted me to take - the dress hanging in the sunlight, as well as one or two of her in her special wedding underwear. No problem for me and it wasn't the first time I'd been asked to do this.
On the wedding day, I arrived at the bride's parents nice and early, and her parents told me that Steph was sorting herself out upstairs and that she'd call down when she was 'decent' and I could go up and take the shots she wanted. Her parents then had to pop out to the church and take flowers, order of service, and suchlike so they'd have to leave me waiting for Steph.
After a few minutes, Steph's voice came down the stairs
"Paul? I'm ready now, do you want to come up?"
I gathered together my camera bag and headed up the stairs thinking about light, locations, poses, that sort of thing.
As I entered Steph's room, she had her back to me and was covered in a dressing gown that had the word 'Bride' across the back.
"Hi Steph. How's it all going up here?"
Steph turned to face me with a beam that lit up the entire room. She didn't look a million dollars, she looked a BILLION dollars. Her 5' 3" thin frame with 36" breasts and slim hips and fabulously shapely legs underneath the thigh length gown caused a tiny stirring in my groin - I could see why Dave wanted to marry her - she was stunning.
Her hair was piled on top of her head, and her face devoid of make-up, giving her a real 'girl next door you'd love to fuck' look. I've always had a thing about slender necks, and hers didn't disappoint - it looked just ripe for kissing.
"The make-up artist isn't due for an hour or so etimesgut escort - she's just text me to tell me she's running a little late, but that gives us time to take some of the shots I wanted doesn't it?"
"Yep, that's absolutely fine Steph, and I must say, you look amazing - Dave is a very lucky man."
Steph chuckled and untied her robe.
"Yeah, wait til he gets to see this then!"
As the robe slipped off her shoulders, it revealed a full white basque and suspenders, all covering Steph's fantastic body that had been preparing for this day for months. I couldn't help but think how hot she looked. She struck a seductive pose.
"So what do you think? Will I do?"
"Oh My God Steph, I'll be surprised if Dave gets any further than looking at that before he explodes!"
"Well I hope he can last a little longer than that!"
Steph turned and faced away from me, and bent slightly to look at her face in the mirror, pushing her delectable bottom out towards me.
"I bet you wedding photographers get to see lots of brides in their underwear, don't you?"

"A few, but not many look as good as you do Steph - do you want me to take some shots of you like that, just for you