A House Of My Own

Salt

It was a very beautiful day out when I woke. The sun was breaching through the canopy of trees and I knew it had to be another photo day. I hadn't got the catalogue images finished last time I was out there and I was determined to finish them off today, maybe adding my newest design, if I could make a bunch of sizes in time.

I quickly busied myself packing up the things I needed and began the trek through the forest for a good looking spot to shoot. Knowing where Dorian lived now I chose a spot in another direction, hoping to avoid another encounter.

Stripping into an older lingerie design I set up the camera and shot a few poses, feeling rather exposed in the pale frills and see through lace. Replacing the set with another I continued the process.

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Half an hour in and I'd saved my newest piece for last. Stepping into the more sturdy bottoms and shrugging the top around my bare shoulders to tie in front was a different experience from the last skimpy pieces. But this set was still a favourite of mine. I'd be keeping a pair for myself for sure. I'd managed to take a few photos of the set before a rustle in the surrounding brush caught my attention.

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I'd decided I'd take Blue for a walk a little while, before I confront Day about my conflicting feelings. I knew, based on her matter of fact manner that it shouldn't be too difficult for us to move past but I was still nervous. I didn't often get nervous, living up here, it's not a good quality to have but this gave me the jitters. It had been so long I didn't even remember what it felt like to bare your feeling to another person. But hell, might as well get it off my chest. Lay low for a few days let things settle, maybe by then I'd be back to normal. I'd taken the round about route, to give me more time, so by the time I'd gotten to Days place it had been close to 30 minutes of walking. Walking up to her door however, she'd stuck up a note, something about if her couch gets here just leave on the verandah round back. She must be out, but her car is here. Maybe working...but then she wouldn't have left the note. Unless she'd gone exploring again...I decided to do a sweep of the forest, just to make sure she was alright.

A good 10 minutes into the walk, I didn't think she'd gone to the same place as before. If I were her I'd likely find a new spot a bit away from the beaten track. Walking up the eastern trail I climbed out into a clearing and there she was, camera in front of her, almost naked except for her underwear. I coughed and turned away as she noticed me, squeaking before pulling on a rather see through gown.

"Dorian" she whispered.

"Sorry, ma'am, Day, I was just making sure you were alright. Uh, didn't mean to walk in on ya like that."

"I-it's alright, nothing the whole catalogue won't see," she still seemed a bit flushed.

"was that the new one?" I asked, without thinking. Cringing at myself internally.

"hmm?" she questioned

"that set, is it new?" I clarified, feeling as though I might turn purple, slowly walking forward anyway.

"oh, yes. It's more modest, sturdier" she began walking toward me too

"and the clasp is different, look just a tie in front" she undid the front of her gown, gesturing toward the small bow in the front middle. We were close by each other now, almost face to face. I couldn't help reaching out to touch the small bow, it was still delicate, but seemed a lot less prone to tearing as the others.

My fingers still on the bow she reached up to take my hand. I thought she'd push me away, as terrified by my actions as I was becoming. The proximity between us was making my whole body heat up.

"what do you think?" she whispered, her breath cool on my cheeks.

I gulped. "uh, hmm, ehr
I. It's nice." I said quietly. Still not comfortable giving my honest answer, that she was exquisite.

"and the fabric?" she questioned, dragging my hand from the bow, across her breast toward the shoulder strap, helping me feel the soft cotton.

Feeling up and down the straps, I hesitated, not knowing if I were reading the situation correctly.

"hmm, soft." I managed to get out, as she dragged my hand back toward the tie.

"and the clasp?" she asked, pulling my hands to undo the bow.

"Day, I don't think this is appropriate" I breathed, not really believing what I was saying.

It didn't stop her actions or mine as the small bow came untied. The tie had kept the fabric taut over her breasts and as it came undone the garment fell lower over her chest, exposing the ridges of her diaphragm and the soft flesh of her breasts. My hands moved almost on their own as I stroked down the valley between her breasts and around the sides of her waist, not daring to touch her any more intimately than that. My breath was ragged and I was desperately focused on keeping the heat in my crotch from becoming more visible.

"Day?" I asked, quietly.

"hmm" she hummed, her eyes that were closed suddenly opening as I removed my hand from her body.

She seemed embarrassed as she realized exactly what was happening. Stepping back and tying up her top before slipping on the clothes she had worn here.

"uh, um..." she coughed. "maybe we should go back to mine, I can put on a cup of tea, we can talk." she seemed to emphasize talk when she said it.

"I was actually looking for you so we could do just that, there's some stuff I need to get off my chest..." the word chest seemed to embarrass Day slightly.

"can I help you carry anything?" trying to change the subject.

"oh uh, just the camera, maybe? I've got everything else" she replied, thankful for a distraction, I'm sure. Just as I was.

We made our way back to hers in silence.

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A/N

Oh my, scandalous, Mr Dorian. I wonder what Day has to say about this.

XJR21