The Photo Shop Ch. 43

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Chapter 43: Preparing a trip to London.

The weeks following the photo session with Hellen were hectic for both Jada and me, doing something we had never done before, creating and printing a magazine. I sorted the photos fairly quickly and grouped them per theme we wanted in the glossy. The final choice would be Hellen's of course, but together with Jada, who'd become quite adept at judging the quality of photos, we managed to make a preselection that would hopefully inspire Hellen to create and write the required fake articles. Once we got the texts we could start putting the whole thing together. Everything had to be done by the date that Grace and I would leave for London, which was Friday the 11^th of December, giving us about 20 days to put this masterpiece together, and print an exclusive 10 copies.

I had ordered twice the required number of A3 sheets to print everything allowing me to make proof prints as well. A few days after Hellen had received her memory cards with the photos I called her to find out if she had made her selection; she had, and for the next ten minutes it sounded like we were talking in code as she gave me the unique number of each of the photos she wanted. To be extra sure I asked her to confirm the numbers by e-mail, but we already started sorting the chosen ones out. In large part, the choices she made were perfectly in line with what both Jada and I had gone for. That was a great relief, as choosing photos could result in endless discussions.

In between all the activities with the fake men's magazine "The Gentlemen", I had to arrange a trip to London, but this time I decided to use a professional. Not so long ago I had received a flyer in my mailbox announcing the opening of a new travel agency in the village, so I decided on my day off to try them out for this London trip. Opening the door to the nice shop I was pleasantly surprised.

"Is that you Maggy?"

"Hello Lew, welcome, I was hoping that you would walk into my little travel shop one of these days, and here you are."

Behind the counter I found Maggy, she used to run the travel shop/department where I had worked for many years until she was replaced by one of those international agencies that were shoved down the local organizations' throats by the international purchasing department who wanted the same agency all over the world so they could claim some 'saving' or other. It was a sad day for me as I could always rely on Maggy to handle my business trips and also the few private trips I took on vacation, in a masterful way.

"I had no idea you opened this travel agency here, what happened?"

"You know that we were literally thrown out of the plant, even though we put in the lowest bid, but we were only local and the American Purchasing department couldn't care less, they wanted one and the same agency all over the world, and as a consequence, I was made redundant from the agency I worked for, for so many years."

"Yeah but that was ages ago, what happened to you between stopping at the plant and opening up something here in the village?"

"It took me a while to decide what to do with the rest of my life, I was too young to retire and I couldn't afford it either and then during a chat with my friend Grace..."

"You know Grace? Is that the Grace I know as well? the one that runs the realtor agency?"

"Yes, the very one."

"How did you come to know Grace?"

"Oh Grace and I go way back, we went to school together and we've been friends ever since, we're the same age and now we're both single. I tried to help her get over the fact that she became 50, but I heard that you helped her with that as well."

"Uh yes, I guess I did in a way."

"Oh, I know all about that, and also about your cruise together..."

"I hope Grace didn't go into too many details concerning that trip?"

"No rest assured she didn't, but I can guess what and how the trip went, especially after the photo session her daughter Nancy gave her for her birthday." She said with a wink.

"Oh my God, you know about that as well?"

"Well, Grace and I have no secrets from each other. Our lives are quite similar: Grace has a daughter of 26, and I have a daughter of 26, in fact, their birthdays are on the same date and we were together in maternity giving birth. I'm Nancy's Godmother and Grace is my daughter's Godmother. Grace had to do it all by herself, I had my husband who, unfortunately, I lost about 2 years ago, so now I'm a widow. Unfortunately, unlike Grace I don't have a grandchild, my daughter is lesbian and neither she nor her partner is interested in getting pregnant or raising children. So I think I sort of know why you're here."

"You do?"

"Yes, you want to go on a trip to London with Grace to thank her for the cruise she invited you on."

"I knew it, you also know all the sordid details of our trip to the States don't you?"

"Mmmmhmm, not all, but I do know a lot."

"Now I'm really embarrassed."

"Why? there is nothing that I wouldn't have liked to experience myself and from what I heard you are a true gentleman and an excellent lover."

"Stop it, you are making me blush all over."

"There is nothing to be ashamed of Lew. I'm happy you gave Gracy back her desire for living - I could do with someone like you right now."

"You want me to take your pictures..."I said with a chuckle.

"Be careful I might just take you up on that, but no I wouldn't want to take my best friend's boyfriend away from her."

"Allow me to put the record straight here, I am not Grace's boyfriend, we are friends, friends with benefits if you wish, we enjoy each other's company, and traveling together is great now that she can't go on cruises with Nancy for a while, but once baby Emelia is big enough they will go cruising together again like before, so we remain strictly independent from each other."

"That's good to know!" she said with a wink, "but this trip to London, I guess you'll want to take the Eurostar?"

"Yes, we'd like to leave on Friday the 11^th of December and come back Monday the 14^th so 3 nights; gives us 3 possibilities to go to the theatre or a show."

"OK, what about accommodation?"

"Well I've still got a bunch of Hilton points from my business traveling days and I wouldn't know what to do with them, so I'll book the Metropole direct, it's only a thirty-minute walk from the West End or Oxford street, or we can take the tube."

"Excellent idea, so I can only sell you the train tickets, which you could have booked by yourself via the internet..."

"Yes, but I wanted to see who opened this travel shop I had heard so many good things about. We had a very good relationship when you were handling my business trips and I missed that. I never found anybody else who understood my travel needs, so I just ventured here hoping to find maybe someone who was as good, and then to my surprise I found you."

"Yeah, small world isn't it?"

"You tell me, well now that I've found you again how about dinner one evening so you can tell me in greater detail everything that has happened to you since you were kicked out and what led you to our little village."

"Yes, that sounds nice, my treat."

"No, absolutely not, you are a young startup with a new shop, you should save as much money as you can, believe me, I know how it is in the beginning. I had only two customers during my first month and then they weren't breaking down my door the second or third month either, so how about Friday?"

"OK, you're right I don't see many customers either just yet."

"Great, any preferences concerning restaurants?"

"I heard this Italian, Mario or something is very nice and affordable."

"Yes it is, I was there with Grace and Nancy and two friends from Italy visiting with Grace just recently."

"I heard."

"God is there absolutely nothing you don't know about me?"

"When Grace or Nancy is involved not much no."

"Next time I'll swear Grace to secrecy."

"Won't do you any good, she tells me everything and more."

"I'll have to stop seeing her."

"Don't you dare, she's very fond of you and she would blame me if you did, so, I'll shut up and won't even tell her about our dinner date."

"I'm just joking, I would never stop seeing Grace as I wouldn't stop seeing Beth, nor Astrid, nor Tanja, nor..."

"Stop! I know you're not a one-woman man, I even heard you're the savior of a lot of the single women in this village and they all just adore you, maybe I'll become one of them?" wink, wink

Looking at her I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

"What? I'm a widow and I have my needs too, and no one to fulfill them, so I spend a fortune on batteries."

"Maybe you should buy yourself a magic wand which you can simply plug in, I heard they are great, Tanja sells them in her sex shop."

"Tanja, who is Tanja, that's the second time you mentioned her name, am I supposed to know her?"

All of a sudden I realized I'd really put my foot in it, "how am I going to get out of this pickle? Maybe just tell the truth that proved to be the best way in the past."

"Tanja? Oh, she rents space from me."

"Space? What space? You have more properties around here?"

"OK if you must know, she rents my cellar."

"And does she have a sex shop there?"

"Yes, and if you must absolutely know, the local BDSM club."

"What! Is there a BDSM club I don't know of in the village?"

"Yes."

"Groovy, my late husband and I used to be avid practitioners of the lifestyle, and if there is one in the village and in your cellar of all places... Can I visit?"

"Every first Saturday of the month they have an open door evening for non-members."

"Will you take me...pleeeeeaaase?"

"I don't know if that would be appropriate."

She gave me a sultry pleading look while she argued her case, "I'm a free agent now, and if you take me, you can play with me. I love a good spanking occasionally, and I love it when my tits are bound and nipple clamps are applied," she continued while opening the top buttons of her blouse and revealing the top of her ample bosom almost spilling out of a very sexy, lacy white bra. I had been ogling her chest since I came in trying to guess their size, and I must admit it wasn't the first time I fantasized about her tits. When I had sat across from her at the plant, making my business travel bookings, I was imagining what it would feel like to have those gorgeous voluptuous boobs wrapped around my cock.

"OK I'll take you, but only on condition you don't tell Grace I did."

"Come on Lew that's not fair, I share everything with Grace, and she with me. I know about your bondage and BDSM games onboard the cruise ship together with some American couple, and about your games in the red room in the States, so I'm surprised she never told me about this club in your cellar."

"She's never been there, I may have mentioned it to her but I'm not sure. Does she know about your BDSM adventures with your late husband?"

"No she doesn't that was kept strictly for ourselves. Hey maybe you can take both of us together; that would be great fun and it's not as if you never had any BDSM games with her before."

"That's true, but I'm not sure she would like that."

"You want me to convince her? or better yet I could invite her for an evening out and we could take her without her knowing where we would be going?"

"I'm not sure if that would be a good idea to take her unprepared."

"Did you prepare her for the games onboard?"

"No not really."

"You see problem solved, we take her, and then I won't have to tell her afterward as she will be experiencing the whole adventure herself together with me."

"I can see I won't be able to change your mind so OK, set it up for Saturday, December 5. I'll let Tanja know I will be coming accompanied by two gorgeous women with one of them very eager to taste the delicacies of the house."

"Gorgeous women hey, thanks for the compliment!"

"You're welcome. I'll pick you up Friday at sevenish for dinner then?"

"OK, oh do you want these train tickets, or are you going to book them yourself?"

"Yes please, I don't have the time to do it myself, I'm too busy on a very special project."

"I'm happy you found the time to come to visit my little travel shop and maybe you can tell me all about this special project of yours during dinner."

"I'll think about it. See you, Friday Maggy."

Who would have thought I'd run into Maggy again when I was retired. I always had a bit of a crush on her. She flirted with me when she was running the travel shop in the plant, but she was strictly off-limits, being married and all, but now that she was a free agent, I might reconsider. She had a luscious figure after all and she already knew all about my games with Grace, maybe I should try to convince her to pose for me in the nude to extend my private collection of delectable women. Maybe I would be able to make her shed her clothes on Friday after dinner. And when I take her to the club on the 5^th I will definitely see her in the raw anyway, so a little appetizer would be nice.

The rest of the week flew by with all the work we needed to do for the glossy magazine we were creating, so before I realized it, it was 6 o'clock Friday evening, high time to start getting ready for my date with Maggy. As usual, I showered and shaved and dressed in a sort of business casual way. I picked her up at the shop. She'd told me she had an apartment above it so that was easy. As Autumn had set in, she wore a simple trench coat. I could see sheer black stockings and killer heels, though the rest of her was completely hidden.

When we got to the restaurant and she took off her coat, she blew my socks off with her simple black, figure-hugging dress with a plunging neckline showing off so much cleavage it made me dizzy. Her arms were bare with just a watch and what looked like an expensive gold bracelet on her wrist, matching the necklace she wore around her neck. My treacherous organ immediately reacted to this stunning view - it was a good thing I had decided to dress business casual in a jacket and not just casual with only a sweater.

As expected, dinner was excellent and surprising, Mario knew me by now and had given us a nice table in a quiet corner with a bench on one side along the wall. I slid in first so that she didn't have to slide all the way in. I preferred this way of sitting, next to each other instead of on opposite sides of the table and very soon I found out that Maggy preferred it as well.

While we were having our apéritif I felt her hand slide over my thigh, in search of my dick? I could only guess, but hey two can play at this game so I put my hand on her knee and began to slide upward over her thigh as well. She clearly enjoyed my adventurous explorations. When I slid further up, I suddenly reached the border of her stocking and felt the beginning of naked flesh. Oh my God, I thought she's wearing real stockings and a garter belt. I couldn't resist tickling her thigh, but I was stopped by the hem of her dress. Then I felt her lift her bum lightly, allowing me to slide the dress up and granting me further access to her upper thigh. I immediately took advantage, sliding further up in search of...

but I didn't find the expected panties instead I was touching her already moist, naked pussy. She had come commando and was clearly hoping for some under-the-table pussy play. Who was I to disappoint her, in no time at all I had a few fingers embedded between her lips stimulating her wetness and even drawing some muffled moans from her upper lips. When I concentrated my efforts on her clit with my index finger she put her hand over her mouth to stifle more and louder moans. When it became too much for her she let go of my thigh and pulled my hand back, kissing me on the mouth in one movement. The moaning stopped but resumed as soon as I pulled my hand from under the table and put my finger, covered with her juices, in my mouth and sucked on it, after which I kissed her again sharing her own taste with her. Her eyes closed as she almost swooned.

"Oh Lew, if this is one of the things you let her experience I understand why Grace couldn't stop raving about your trip to the States."

For the remainder of the dinner, which was as outstanding as expected, we both behaved and she told me what happened to her when she was made redundant and lived through the final years with her husband who died of the big C. When she was widowed and had to fend for herself, she had desperately tried to find a new job in the same sector. She was rejected time after time because she was categorized as too old, after which she concluded that the best way forward, to put her acquired expertise in travel to good use, was to open her own travel shop, which she funded with the money from her husband's life insurance.

When at the end of dinner I suggested coffee at my place she immediately agreed, telling me she was curious to see this studio of mine Grace had been raving about. Immediately I realized there could be a possibility to get her naked, much sooner than I had imagined possible, in front of my lens, maybe even both lenses.

Just in case you're wondering which two lenses, I am not referring to an old Minolta camera with a dual-lens system, but to the lens of my digital camera and the one between my legs.

After walking into the studio I got the usual ooohs and aaahs I always get when people visit my facility for the first time.

"And beneath this floor, there is a fully-fledged BDSM club?"

"Yes, there is."

"But I don't hear a thing."

"What did you expect to hear? moaning, screams, or cries of pain?"

"No, but music maybe?"

"The insulation is fabulous, and I have an agreement with Tanja about the decibels she's allowed to produce, after all, it's not a discotheque she's operating. Let me put some light music on to take your mind off things."

"Oh yes that would be nice, maybe I can give you a striptease?"

"I must warn you if you do, I will take out my camera..."

"I don't mind, I know from Grace you are extremely discreet when it comes to the photos you take, so go right ahead."

She started to move to the music with her arms in the air swaying about, giving me sultry looks. After a few minutes, she turned her back to me and very slowly pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress. I was curious what bra she was wearing, but as the zipper descended and descended, all I could see was her naked back, even when the zipper had reached her ass crack. I knew that she wasn't wearing panties but no bra either? with those big boobs?

I got confirmation very quickly when she turned around and slowly slid the dress off of her shoulders, holding it for a bit covering her tits, and then letting it drop to the floor. It puddled at her feet, revealing her completely naked body, well not entirely as she was wearing stockings and a garter belt. Well, that caught the attention of my cock immediately as it sprung to life tenting in my pants, which was what she expected and hoped for I guess, as she had her eyes glued to my pubic area.

"You like what you see?" she asked holding out both arms towards me.

"Absolutely!" I said, so enthralled by the stunning view I even forgot to take photos.