The Photo Shop Ch. 37

The Photo shop by Candyman666©

Although each chapter is a story on its own, you might enjoy it more by starting with chapter 1 as there may be references to characters or events that happened in previous chapters. All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. The ship's itinerary is purely fictional.

To help you keep track of the different characters in the series, a list can be found on my author's page in order of their appearance in the stories.

Chapter 37: Georgina.

When I woke up the morning after my adventures with Hellen in the woods, I was unsure of the time. It was dark, but a peek at my clock showed it was indeed seven, although when I got out of bed and opened the curtains it was still dark and raining like crazy. We had been so lucky during the weekend enjoying what we sometimes call an Indian Summer's day. It was of course the end of October, so Fall had hit us overnight, no more horseback riding and outdoor sex for me, probably until spring; Hellen would have to find other riding buddies or reasons to get away from her husband if she wanted to keep ticking off items on her bucket list.

Well, it was great fun while it lasted and I had managed to offload one of the expensive cameras on her husband. He would be picking it up today, together with the photos I took of his wife. I wondered what time he would be at the shop, but that was for later after I opened up: first a shower and breakfast to get me started. When I got down to the shop it was just before 10, and I saw Dave already waiting nervously at the door.

"Good Morning Dave, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? Have you changed your mind about buying the camera?"

"You know why I'm here; did you get the pictures?"

"What pictures would those be Dave?"

"You know damn well what pictures."

"Hey, I'm only joking, and yes I did get the pictures you are looking for, why don't you come in and I'll show you."

I took Dave straight to the studio, as I wanted to give him the full benefit of the nude photos I made of his wife Hellen.

"Why do we need to go to the studio?" He asked rather impatiently, thinking I was pulling another stunt on him.

"In the studio, I can show you the photos on a big screen, say life-size to give you the full benefit of your wife's beauty."

I switched on the projector and started the photo show I had prepared for his delectation, starting slowly with photos of the first day with Hellen fully clothed, and building up to those showing her in her full glory. I'd seen them, so I was looking at Dave as he watched the slideshow, getting more and more excited as Hellen got more and more naked on top of Burley. I had finished the show with some pictures of Hellen in the forest, her arousal clearly showing. I hoped he wouldn't get angry as the final ones could be classified as purely pornographic, with her legs wide open playing with her pussy, clearly in the throes of passion. I saw Dave's hand in his lap furtively playing with his dick. He was as aroused as Hellen had been when we were taking the pictures. When we came to the last one he was sitting there absolutely mesmerized.

"Are they to your liking Dave?" I asked which made him jump up startled.

"Euh, yes they are, Lew you've outdone yourself, this is even more than I expected, you're a true artist."

"I must confess that Hellen was not the first woman I've photographed in the nude."

"It shows."

"So my friend, do we have a deal, will you take the camera?"

"Yes, yes of course, oh boy I can't wait to show Hellen these photos when I get home."

"Excellent shall we adjourn to the shop to do the nasty stuff?"

"What nasty stuff?"

"The paperwork for the guarantee and you coughing up the money for the camera."

"Oh that nasty stuff; yeah it's always difficult to part with money, but this is absolutely worth it."

15 minutes later Dave walked out of the shop with a big smile on his face. It was similar to mine, as I was happy to have sold one of the two cameras I had in stock. I wondered where and if I would find another customer for the second one. If the worst came to the worst, I could always try to convince Jada to take the camera as payment for the work she was doing for me. I could let her have it at a discount - I still made a nice profit on the one I just sold and the time I had already spent and, who knows, could spend in the future with Hellen, was definitely worth the lost profit on the second one.

All of a sudden I remembered that today, Catharina and Marco were leaving on their Transatlantic cruise they'd been looking forward to. Hoping to still catch them at home I made a quick call.

"Hello, Catharina?"

"Hey Lew, to what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"

"Aren't you leaving today on your cruise?"

"Yes, today's the first day of the beginning of our new life."

"Wonderful, I just wanted to wish you bon voyage on your second honeymoon. How is Mario holding up, is he looking forward to it as much as you?"

"Oh yes, although he's so nervous about leaving the restaurant completely in Marco's care for the very first time."

"I can imagine, after all, it is his life's work he's leaving in his son's care, it must be similar to leaving your child into someone else's care, but he'll get over it quickly once you're gone and you're enjoying the luxuries of cruising."

"I truly hope so, sorry but I must dash, the taxi is here. Thanks for thinking of me and calling, buy now, ciao, ciao," and she was gone, I truly hoped they would discover each other again away from the daily routine on a big ship crossing the ocean. For the remainder of the morning, I went through my routines of sorting out celebration or vacation photo prints of my customers or preparing photo albums.

At noon I closed the shop as usual for 2 hours, so I could have my lunch and a nap. Around five, I heard the shop's doorbell. I quickly made my way from the computer room to the shop and spotted this good-looking, auburn-haired woman wandering around and inspecting the photos on display.

All of a sudden it hit me, I had seen this woman before, but what was her name again?

"Georgina is that you?"

"Yes, it is. So this is the famous photoshop you were telling me all about during the flight." Georgina was the purser I had a nice conversation with on my flight to Rome a few weeks ago when I was on my way to visit Catharina for my birthday.

"Stranded in Brussels are you?"

"Yes, and I'm on a week's vacation, so I wanted to make good on my promise to visit you if I would be here."

"Indeed you did, and you came in uniform. Would you like your picture taken madam?"

"You remember!"

"Who could forget a promise to photograph such a gorgeous woman like you."

"I see you haven't stopped flattering the ladies in your life, and yes I would very much like my private photo session as you promised."

"And are you prepared to go all the way?"

"Absolutely, I've never done this before in my life, despite being a frequent mile-high club member. I may have undressed in front of a lot of men over the years, but have never had my picture taken in the buff."

"We need to change that; let me close the shop and please, follow me to the studio."

When we came into the studio, I got the usual oohs and ahs about the size and everything in there, but she quickly settled when I suggested she sit in one of the easy chairs so we could have a chat first.

"Can I offer you anything to drink; champagne perhaps, customary in business class?"

"Champagne would be fine, it may help to take the edge of what I'm about to do."

"Don't tell me you're nervous."

"Mmmmh, I am a bit."

"There is absolutely no need for that, you are a very beautiful woman with a gorgeous body. Well, I'm still guessing, cause I haven't had the pleasure of seeing it revealed, of course, but from what I saw onboard and see now in a clothed condition, I am convinced you're going to blow me away."

"Now you really make me blush - I'm not exactly a Spring chicken anymore, some parts of me have suffered a bit from earth's gravity."

"Dear Georgina, never forget beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and in my eyes, and I'm sure also in the eye of the camera, you are stunning!"

She was now definitely blushing, and quickly took a gulp of her champagne to steady her nerves.

"So tell me what have you been up to since we met, aside from flying of course."

"Not very much really, my work is almost all I have these days, sometimes it takes me to faraway places, but not so often anymore. It's usually up and down to Rome or some other major city in Europe and now I've got a week's vacation. Usually, I travel to places I haven't been to, using my free tickets, but I didn't feel like it this time. I don't know what it is with me but I seem to have lost my appetite to discover new places."

"So you decided to discover new things to do instead of places, and posing for me was one of them?"

"You could say that yes."

"How would you like to proceed?"

"You're the photographer, you tell me what to do and what to take off or leave on."

"Are you willing to do a Full Monty?"

"Yes, definitely; you want me to get totally naked right now?"

"No, let's keep the suspense and let the camera, and myself, discover you bit by bit. Let's try to find a nice backdrop, how about a flower garden, is that an idea? Or should we use the inside of an airplane to make you feel more at home?"

"Do you have the inside of a plane in your studio then?"

"Not exactly, but I do have a backdrop with an inside view of a cockpit.

"Yes let's use that - I might surprise a few colleagues with pictures like those."

"OK, a cockpit it is."

I pulled down the photo backdrop I had of the cockpit of a 747, I also had one of the upstairs bar in this type of aircraft, but maybe we'd use that later. I handed Georgina a little tray with two coffee cups, for her to take to the imaginary pilots, and she immediately fell into character posing charmingly.

"Great now let's do some without the jacket, as I guess you would do normally?"

"Yes we only wear the jacket to welcome the passengers on board or in the airport, never during the service, that would be too cumbersome."

The jacket came off, leaving her in a crisp white blouse showing a hint of the sexy white lace bra she was wearing underneath. Although she was relatively slim, I remembered from our first encounter she was well endowed in the boobs department. Around her neck was a little scarf with the company logo, which female pursers or stewardesses, usually wear. Her pencil skirt came, demurely, to just below the knees, and what could be seen of her shapely legs was encased in black nylons - pantyhose or real stockings, I could only guess. Hopefully, I would find out later on.

After several shots, she looked at me a bit nervously, not sure what to do next. I suggested she remove the scarf, and I saw relief in her eyes, as she realized I intended to take it very slowly. When the scarf was removed I could now see her neck, without asking or suggesting anything she undid the top two buttons of her blouse showing an enticing cleavage. She was getting nicely into the spirit of things I thought. Now I needed to convince her to shed her blouse completely.

"Excellent Georgina, I love what you're doing so please don't let me stop you, in fact, let me put a bit of background music on to get you in the mood."

"You want to see more?" she asked with a smoldering look in her eyes.

"Of course, I've been wondering since I met you on the flight, what kind of bra a stewardess wears under her uniform, is it company issue like the rest of the uniform or is it a personal choice?"

"No, our underwear is strictly private, within limits, of course, we would never be allowed to wear a bra that leaves the nipples bare or go braless altogether."

"I see, pity, I was already imagining a stewardess going commando."

"The male passengers and pilots would love it, but the girl would be sacked immediately, so I'd say, keep on dreaming. But for now, allow me to give you that little bit of extra service we normally only reserve for very special clients and photographers." She gave me a wink, then began to undo the remaining buttons of her blouse, slowly, extremely slowly, revealing her bra and tight tummy. When she pulled the blouse out of her skirt, she proceeded, again at a snail's pace, undoing the buttons on her sleeves. Now the only thing left to do was to take it off, which she did with her back turned to me, as she kept the suspense going.

After baring her slender right shoulder she looked over it building up the sexual tension that had all of a sudden emerged between us. The left shoulder followed a bit quicker. Removing the blouse completely, she turned around and held it out to me dangling on one finger. I rushed to take it from her, but not before I had shot a burst of photos. After carefully laying the blouse over a chair, I saw her turn again, her hands moving towards the zipper in her skirt. Finally, my curiosity about her legwear was going to be satisfied. I had to be patient though, as the zipper too came down at a snail's pace.

When it was undone, her hands moved to her hips, sliding the skirt ever so slowly down. I was anxiously waiting, biting my lip, almost with my tongue hanging out of my mouth. What was I going to see first? The top border of pantyhose, or a pair of suspenders. And the winner was the suspenders. I was over the moon: she was the embodiment of most men's wet dreams come true. When the skirt dropped to the ground I hurried to pick it up and lay it next to her blouse. When she faced me again she'd changed her settings from stun to kill. Never ever in my life would I put this woman at 45, she looked more like 30 or maybe 35.

The white of her underwear complemented her light skin tone but contrasted beautifully with the black stockings she was wearing. I took a few more shots with the cockpit backdrop but suggested we move to another setting. The way she looked had immediately brought the famous scene from "The Graduate" to mind; the shot of Mrs. Robinson's leg as she pulled up a black stocking with Dustin Hofmann in the background. I didn't have Dustin at my disposal, but I sure had a Mrs. Robinson right here.

As a backdrop, I chose a den with bookcases and a desk, with Georgina sitting sideways on a chair though not putting on, but removing her stockings. She started by removing her black pumps, followed by the stockings. As they came off I had the pleasure of admiring her legs that seemed to go on forever. She was good, she kept the suspense going, making me guess what she would look like in the buff by keeping her lady bits covered with her sexy underwear. Again she turned her back to me, her hands moving to her back, then grasping the clasp of her bra and undoing it. Holding the front with her left arm, she picked up her jacket, turned away from me, removed her bra, and put the jacket back on before turning towards me again, her bra dangling from her finger like she had done with her blouse before.

I got a glimpse of her boobs when she moved and the front of the jacket opened up a bit revealing the valley between her breasts. She grabbed the lapels and tantalizingly opened one side, flashing one boob but quickly hiding it again while revealing the other. This woman could drive a man insane. Then with her back again towards me she slid the jacket slowly off her shoulders, showing me her beautiful bare backside again. She dropped the jacket on the floor, turned, and walked slowly towards me, her tits now full on display. They were breathtaking, big and round with tiny dark brown nipples and virtually no areolae, a slight sag, but nevertheless proudly defying earth's gravity.

Although she didn't need to make them look any better, she put her arms in the air anyway, swaying them above her head in time to the music that was playing. My eyes traveled from her smoldering look, over her lithe topless feminine body to her sexy navel calling out to me. Looking further south, I could see her panties had a tiny wet patch, giving away that she was getting aroused by her actions just like I was. She looked and smelled like pure sex.

"Would you like me to go all the way? she asked with a sultry voice.

"Yes please," I replied, eyeing her hot body and panting like a puppy.

She hooked the fingers of both hands under the elastic of her panties and began to slide them over the thighs towards her knees but all of a sudden lost her balance, "Fuck!" she said, recovering quickly.

"If you keep this up, that might come later," I responded, bringing a promise-filled smile to her face.

With the last stitch removed, and the magical place where her legs meet finally revealed to my eager eyes I could finally admire her fully naked body now. I took my final photos and put the camera to one side. We looked into each other's eyes, knowing full well what was bound to happen now. She stuck out her hands and arms beckoning me wiggling her fingers. That was all I needed to go to her, and wrap my arms around her naked body, our mouths meeting in a sizzling kiss. Our first physical contact was breathtaking, she took the initiative with her tongue tentatively exploring my lips, slightly opening her hot mouth as if asking me to enter her body with mine. How could I resist such an invitation to begin the process of totally possessing her?

After allowing our tongues to get to know each other exploring one of the most intimate areas of our bodies she pulled away, looked me in the eye, and let her hands undo the buttons of my shirt. As I never wear anything under the shirt, her hands could quickly begin to explore my naked chest, I kept my hands away from hers holding onto her hips. She began playing with my nipples, which quickly got rock hard. Within seconds my shirt dropped to the floor, after which she pressed her tits against my now naked upper body and wiggled them against me. I could feel her nipples had pebbled up nicely as well. She slid them over my abdomen sinking to the floor on her knees. Facing my belly she began undoing the button and zipper of my trousers and pulling them down, making my rock-hard cock jump out right into her face. She grabbed my rigid pole with one hand and my balls with the other and began licking around the glans, after which she took it in her mouth and sucked.

After the visual stimulation, she'd given me during her striptease act her mouth felt amazing. I couldn't resist pushing my pelvis forward to make her gobble up my dick completely, which she gladly did. I held her head with both hands and began fucking her mouth vigorously, she had no problem whatsoever taking me completely in, her lips touching the base. All the while she fondled my balls with her nimble fingers. I had no idea what she had in mind but trying to make me cum quickly was certainly at the top of her list but was not at the top of mine. I wanted to fuck this divine body and fill her pussy or ass up with my hot jizz, so after a few minutes of what I would describe as professional cock sucking, I pulled out, grabbing her arms and making her stand up. She looked at me questioningly.

"As much as I like you giving me head Georgina, I would also like to taste you but maybe under more comfortable circumstances. I'd like you to accompany me to my private home and continue our play in the bedroom."

"That sounds terrific, I'd like that very much indeed, lead the way lover."