Picture This

Finest hour

Three months later, Lindsey had finished his photography editing and created two books for Stevie.

One of them was the standard hardcover coffee table book that he made for all his clients. It was filled with sensual but modest pictures, only showing the occasional nipple or breast, and only when presented in a soft, artistic way. Depending on the client's comfort level, they might leave the book out in plain sight when open minded friends came over to visit. It was an elegant celebration of her pregnancy and natural beauty.

The other book was a one of a kind. Lindsey had never made one like this, but then again he had never had a client like Stevie. Lindsey had created a chapter for each of the locations they had been that day. Other than editing out the occasional picture due to focus or repetition, he had included almost every picture he had taken during their day together. Many of the pictures were printed full page, and Stevie's most private parts were on full display in graphic detail. Lindsey had spent weeks editing the collection, and much of that time with his pants unzipped and stroking himself. Stevie had been much better than expected at flirting with the camera, projecting an air of naughty desires.

Overall the book was almost 2" thick, and to top it off he had managed to get it leather bound with a dark antique finish. The title on the spine was embossed and dusted with gold leaf, but whole book had been artistically treated to show wear and age in a way that made the writing illegible. The book had a strap hasp on the side for a padlock to secure it closed. From the outside it looked like an ancient book of illuminated manuscripts from the Middle Ages.

On the inside it looked like Penthouse and La Leche League had partnered on a fetish documentary.

Stevie walked into the office and greeted Lindsey with a big smile. She walked around the side of his desk, set down her bag, and gave him a big hug. She held him a little longer and a little closer than he expected, pressing all the curves of her body against him. Eventually Stevie relaxed her grip and leaned back against his desk and they talked for awhile.

Stevie had had her baby a few days after their photo shoot. Baby and mom we're both doing well. Lindsey first showed her the small book and She loved it. She flipped thru it, reminiscing about the fun they had had that day. She admitted to being very nervous at first, but as the day had gone on she has grown more comfortable with Lindsey and expressing her sexuality to him. She said she couldn't wait to surprise her husband with it.

"Thank you." She said. "It's perfect. That's exactly what I wanted." Stevie leaned forward and gave Lindsey a small kiss as a thank you. He wasn't expecting it on the lips, but Stevie made it happen.

"You are very welcome. I'm glad you like it." Lindsey took a deep breath, and then pointed to the old antique book on his desk. Stevie looked a little puzzled. She gently ran her fingers over the old leather cover, feeling the embossing and the worn edges. Lindsey handed her a small silver key. She took it from him, unlocked the small padlock on the side and opened the cover. Almost like a cartoon character, Stevie's jaw dropped as she stared in amazement. She started flipping thru the pages. Her eyes were wide open, but the look of shock on her face slowly gave way to an approving smile.

"I guess I didn't realize how erotic some of my actions were." She admitted.

"I try to shoot some pictures that are sensual and artful. I also take some of a more raw nature just Incase that's what is desired."

The book was so thick that Stevie had to flip many pages at a time for fear of being there all day. There was lots of oohing and ahhing. Stevie found herself crossing and re-crossing her legs, trying to calm a growing warmth between her thighs. In the last chapter, the pictures showed her reclining in the living room chair, rubbing her clit with one hand and holding a breast with the other. She looked back at Lindsey with a devious smile.