Chapter 27

Sara shook her head at the absurdity of the situation - her, of all people, having a fling with a rock star - then she walked over to the closet to pull open a drawer, about to pick out her underwear when she stopped with a smile, then closed the drawer again. In lieu of underwear, she just put on a spray of her favourite perfume.

She pulled on her trousers and boots with a hot pink strappy top, then a plain black jacket, as the morning was still cool. Sara decided to go get some breakfast, since she didn’t know when she’d next have a chance to eat, then come back for her cameras. Leaving the bedroom, she glanced briefly at the bed with a reflective smile, then closed the door and headed for the dining room.

Jon had made it back to his own room without incident, and he quickly closed the door behind him, glad he hadn’t met anybody. He stripped off his clothes and hit the shower, thinking of Sara as he stood under the hot spray. As he toweled himself dry, his stomach growled, and he thought maybe he’d just throw on some jeans and go eat, then come back and put his suit on. Hell, he thought, the less time I have to spend in a suit the better. He dressed quickly and left the room, heading for the dining room he’d been in the previous day, feeling as though he were on vacation.

Entering the dining room, he saw there were only a few other people already there, sitting at tables eating, then he looked across to the buffet tables and saw a slim, black-clad brunette filling a plate. With a grin, quickly hidden, he strode across to the table, picking up a plate and stepping close behind the figure, pressing himself against her back as he reached past to pick up some bacon.

“Oh, excuse me.” He said, grinding his hips against Sara again as he stretched across, and he saw the back of her neck turn pink.

“Sorry - am I in your way?” She asked, with laughter in her voice, rubbing back against him. “Would you like me to move?”

“Shit, maybe you’d better.” Jon muttered very quietly as he caught the scent of her perfume. “Before I throw you down on that table.”

As he brought his hand across, he stroked his fingers across her hip, under her jacket where nobody would see, then Sara stepped forward to pour herself some coffee.

“Would you like some?” She asked Jon, making wide, innocent eyes at him. “Some coffee?”

“That would be lovely, thank you, Sara.” He replied. “So - did you remember? Or, rather, forget anything?”

Sara handed him the coffee, and he smiled his thanks.

Picking up her plate, and her own coffee, Sara turned to walk away, whispering as she passed him. “What do you think?” She half-winked at him with a smirk, then went off to have breakfast outside in the sunshine, leaving Jon standing by the table, trying to conceal his smile.

After breakfast, Sara headed back for her room, pausing when Jon appeared beside her, also heading for his room. They walked together toward the bedroom area, then as they reached an empty corridor, Jon suddenly slipped his fingers into the back of her trousers, checking to see if she was wearing panties, then grinning as he took his hand away.

“Hussy!” He hissed in her ear as he turned away to go to his room, saying louder. “I’ll see you later, Sara.”

“Maybe.” She told him, turning the opposite way with a smile, and almost bumping right into the groom-to-be.

“Oh! Good morning.” She managed to say, trying to regain some composure after Jon’s recent attentions.

“Hi Sara. How are you?”

“I’m good, thanks. How about you? All set?”

“I guess. I just need to turn up when I’m told - my mom’s done all the planning!”

“Well, I’d better go get my cameras, and get set up.” Sara said, feeling slightly more awkward after what Jon had told her, and Ryan nodded, smiling.

“Okay. Anything you need, just ask Danny. If he can’t help, come find me and I’ll sort it out.”

He walked away and Sara went into her room, gathered up her cameras and headed back out into the sunlight. By the time she’d walked around the area set aside for the ceremony, picking out places she’d use, she could hear the murmur of voices from inside, and realised that people were starting to congregate in the reception area. Looking at her watch, Sara discovered it was almost noon - she’d been so busy with her preparations that she’d completely lost track of time, and she’d been fussing around for almost two hours.

The previous day, it had been agreed with Ryan and Danny that she’d photograph each guest as they arrived, even if they’d been there the previous day, prior to the ceremony. She’d record the ceremony in photographs also, then maybe some more relaxed, candid photos of the evening’s party.

As she approached the doors, they opened, and Danny hustled out, rushing toward her.

“Sara! There you are! We were thinking of doing the guest photos out here, just right here at the doors - does that work for you?”

“Fine with me, Danny. The light’s perfect out here, so I don’t mind at all.”

“Great, great. I’ll tell Ryan, and I’ll start sending people out.” He shot back indoors, and Sara shook her head at his swift departure.

Looking quickly around, she decided it would look best if she could get people to pose just to the left of the doors, where they’d be silhouetted against the mountains, and moved herself into position just as Danny reappeared, ushering out the first guests. After a word with Sara, he told the guests where to stand, and he was then able to pre-warn the other guests as they emerged into the sunlight. For this kind of thing, Sara loved working with actors and other performers - they knew exactly how to stand for the best photos, and she was able to work through quite quickly, looking down at her camera after each set of photos, checking the photos looked okay.

Then, of course, she looked up, raising her camera for the next set, to find Jon standing in front of her, dressed in a black suit with white shirt and no tie. He grinned at her, glancing down at the front of her trousers, so she remembered she was naked underneath and that he knew it, making her fidget as she aimed the camera at his face.

Jon didn’t have to fake a smile for the camera, with the mental images he had of Sara from earlier, and the grin he gave her made his eyes dance with sparks of blue light. As she lowered the camera, nodding, he walked past, toward the seats around the altar, brushing close by her and inhaling deeply, smelling her perfume and giving a very faint ‘mmmm’ as he passed.

Sara turned away, keeping her eyes down as she tried to hide her blushes, and the smile she just couldn’t stop.

Somehow, Sara managed to continue with her job - despite Jon’s distracting presence, until all the guests were finally seated. She changed position, moving over behind the altar, and relying on her zoom lens as Ryan and his bride appeared, walking together to the altar, rather than the usual situation of the groom waiting there patiently. Sara had to admit, they looked a lovely couple, and she thought maybe her initial doubts about the longevity of the marriage would prove to be unfounded.

During the ceremony, Sara took some photos of the couple, but also some of the assembled guests. As she panned the camera over the crowd, she was shocked - pleasantly though - to find Jon staring straight at her with one of those faint half-smiles on his lips, and she could feel her instant, visceral reaction as he licked his lower lip, and she could almost feel his tongue on her hot flesh. Sara blushed behind the camera as she caught the final shots of the bride and groom as they kissed, then more photos as they were surrounded by a burst of confetti.

In his seat, Jon smiled wider as he noted Sara’s discomfiture, letting his eyes linger on her breasts for a moment before dropping his gaze to her waist and lower, savouring the secret of her partial nudity. The great thing was, because she was behind the altar, anybody who saw him looking would just assume he was watching the ceremony, rather than ogling the photographer. Which could be a problem, he thought suddenly, if they thought he was watching Ryan, since he was now trying to conceal the fact that watching Sara had made his cock sit up and take notice. He tried to look away from Sara, to cool himself off, but his eyes kept on straying back to her.

Trying not to be too conspicuous, Jon removed his black jacket, laying it across his lap as camouflage while he tried to bring himself under control, feeling like a teenager who’d gotten a hardon during a biology lecture and was trying to hide it from his classmates.

Sara went to one of the areas where she’d already arranged with Ryan to do some posed shots of the newlyweds, then they disappeared back indoor to change for the dinner and party. The brief respite gave Sara a chance to grab a cool drink, but that was all, then the couple were back and the dinner got underway. There were the usual speeches and jokes, then they were onto the meal and finally the party, with Sara unobtrusively working throughout all of the proceedings, right up until Ryan and his bride left for their first night as a married couple.

Now that the main couple had departed, Sara’s job was over, and she could finally go to the dining room - the wedding party was using a huge ballroom - to see if there was any food still available, since her initial hunger pangs had been overtaken by a persistent dizziness. She ran her cameras back to the bedroom, then headed for the dining room.

On the way, she saw Jon approaching her, the black suit jacket now carelessly bunched in one hand. He began to smile when he saw her, but then looked concerned.

“Are you okay? You look really pale.” He said, and Sara gave a wan smile.

“I’m fine. I’m just hungry. I get dizzy when I don’t eat.”

“You mean you haven’t eaten all day? Babe - that’s just stupid - you’ll make yourself sick.”

“I had breakfast.” Sara said defensively. “I’ve just been too busy. I’m going to see if there’s still anything available. There’s bound to be some salad or something left.”

Jon gave her a skeptical look and turned around to walk with her.

“Where are you going?” Sara asked, confused.

“With you.” Jon replied. “I want to make sure you eat something. Purely selfish reasons,” he added when Sara looked at him questioningly, “I want to make sure you don’t keel over on me later.”

Sara smiled at him again “Later?”

“Later.” He grinned back at her.