The Photo Shop Ch. 53

We quietly closed the front door behind us. After one last kiss, I told her that I hoped to see her and her sister again soon, to which she told me she was already looking forward. We then went to our cars and drove home. No need to say I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Luckily I could sleep late as I only needed to get back to Grace at 2 pm for a visit to the apartments in the house she had bought in the Cogels-Osylei in Berchem, one of the districts of Antwerp.

When I arrived at Grace's place at 2 pm they were already waiting to get started. Jeff and Rachel were extremely curious to see this place Grace had been raving about. Nancy stayed home again with the baby, she would take the Americans to dinner tonight, while Grace would babysit and have a restful evening, well that's what she hoped for, but a lot would depend on how Amelia behaved, of course, sometimes she could be a handful. So we piled into Grace's car to go to the nearest tram stop. When going downtown with a car it's always a big hassle to find a parking space, and tram 11 went down the street we wanted to visit anyway so it was the obvious choice.

When we got off the tram we walked to the place Grace had bought. The outside of the building already impressed the Americans, it was something that was not very common to see in the States. I saw Grace breathe a sigh of relief. The first hurdle was passed, now the inside. I can't deny I was very curious as well as I had not seen the place, it was a well-guarded secret. She must have bought it months ago as, according to her explanation, some extensive changes had already been made to the inside. Turning such a building into two luxury apartments can't have been easy. As far as I remember the rooms in these types of houses sometimes had 14 to 15ft high ceilings.

The front door itself was 8 feet high. When we arrived in the entry hall, there was a small staircase of 8 steps leading to the ground floor apartment, probably because there was a semi-underground service/kitchen area, also very common in buildings of that period. It brought the British series Upstairs, Downstairs to mind. Grace told us we would visit the former kitchen area later. She wanted Jeff and Rache's input on how to utilize that space best, with a clear hint to the red rooms in their villas. On the side was an elevator door that could take us to the first floor.

Jeff said he was always confused with floor indication in Europe.

"What we call the first floor, you call the ground floor, and in this building, it's even more confusing as there is also a floor halfway under the ground."

"Yes, it probably is but for clarity's sake, we are now at the door of what we call the ground floor which would be the first floor for you guys, the elevator or lift takes you to the first floor which in your case would be the second floor. The semi-underground kitchen for us is the cellar. OK let's now go see the ground-floor apartment." Grace clarified.

When we entered the ground floor living area, the first thing that drew our attention was a big window in the back giving a spectacular view of the small private garden. The room was not that big, but very cozy and very nicely furnished with a round table seating 4, and easy chairs grouped around an impressive stove covered in tiles.

Grace told us the stove was original but not used anymore for its original function as a wood or coal-burning unit, but was connected to the central heating system giving the same impression of heat but far safer and more economical. In the corner of the room, next to the window were some tiled steps going down.

"What's this for?" Rachel wanted to know, pointing to the steps and the door in the back corner of the living room.

"That my dear leads to the cellar where the staff used to work. There's a big kitchen, a scullery, a pantry, a normal storeroom, a cold storeroom, the boiler room, and at the end the door to the garden, which in the good old days was also tended by the staff. We could turn the former cold storage room which is located right at the bottom of these steps into a red room."

"Wow ingenious, can we take a look?"

"Of course, for now, there is nothing installed yet but when properly furnished it could be a great playroom, with one restriction, and that is the height; it would not allow anyone to be suspended vertically. But let's first take a look at the rest of the apartment."

On one side of the living room, a door hid a small hallway with, on each side a door, left and right leading to two spacious bedrooms and at the bottom a third door to the shared bathroom. The bathroom contained a bath, one of these old-fashioned-looking ones on little metal lion's feet. A double washbasin with cupboards with mirrors above, a toilet and bidet, and to top it off a huge walk-in shower with different spray heads all around, big enough for fun and games for up to 4 people.

"I must say, the interior is as impressive as the exterior, when you see the outside you would never expect it to be so modern on the inside, well done Grace."

I heard Grace breathe another sigh of relief.

"OK let's go to the first floor, mind you it's still under construction. It is not identical to the ground floor though, there is, of course, the living space, and two bedrooms, but I'm not sure if I should go for a full-size common bathroom or two smaller separate ones, without a bath and smaller-sized showers. Both apartments can hold two couples but I'd love to hear your opinion on what to do with the bathroom or rooms on the top floor."

"Maybe you should go for two smaller ones, this apartment doesn't have a space for a red room either, so it might be better suited for more standard tourists who don't like or are not familiar with the BDSM lifestyle."

"Yes, well swinging is always possible, you don't need a special space for that."

"How right you are Grace."

"So let's take a look at the rest of the semi-underground area, again a word of warning, nothing's been renovated or changed there yet."

Going back down the stairs to the front door as you came in, there were some steps on the right going down to a small door that took us to the huge semi-underground area. The difference with the upstairs rooms was huge as they had noticed before when visiting the potential red room space. Here the ceilings were barely 7ft high; it felt like it was falling on your head. The space however was enormous, we kept on walking through different rooms, as Grace had mentioned before.

"Wow, this is indeed a very big space, I can imagine you could live here," Rachel replied.

"As I said; I would like to rebuild this space as an area for the live-in housekeeper to take care of cleaning, washing, making the beds, etc. even if need be, provide breakfast or other meals. Food could be transported upstairs with the small service lift and served from there."

"Absolutely, we provide that meal service in our compound too and if we send our customers over, then that's what they'll expect here as well."

"Yes, and the room foreseen for the 'dungeon' doesn't take away too much space and it would be completely closed off from these housekeepers' living quarters. With the proper insulation, they won't even hear the loudest cries from potential subs being played with or chastised."

"For the upper floor, well, practitioners of the lifestyle, can always play in the apartment itself, but I don't see us installing a St. Andrew's cross or a spanking bench in the bedroom or living room of that part of the house."

"No that would make it very difficult to be able to rent it to non-practitioners."

"Excellent, so how about some pictures? We just happen to have our specialist photographer with us to take these for you."

"Oh is that the only reason Lew came along?"

"Yes indeed," Grace replied not catching the irony. Rachel chuckled, especially after seeing Grace's face full of questions.

"Let's go back upstairs then: we can take work photos of the themed room once it's fully equipped. Lew can always find a model to pose in it, can't you Lew?"

"I do have my favorites for such assignments, provided you'll pay for their services."

Back upstairs in the ground floor apartment, I took dozens of photos with and without our friends in them. In the bedroom, Rachel wanted to pose in her underwear, going to full nudity in the bathroom of course. To get the best pictures in the shower I had to step in myself and of course, Rache couldn't keep herself from spraying me with the water, and to avoid getting my clothes completely soaked I had to undress and join her in the nude. And believe it or not one thing led to another. Before I realized it we were kissing and feeling each other up. When I looked around Jeff and Grace had disappeared leaving us to do some serious playing.

Rache had her arms around my neck while we were Frenching and she began pushing my head down towards her boobs. Who am I to not want to suck on those gorgeous globes so graciously offered to me? So while sucking on one I played with one of my hands with the other, drawing some tentative moans from her lips. My other hand ventured further down her sexy body towards her central playground. When I reached for her bush, I didn't find any hair. I looked up at her questioningly. She immediately understood.

"I shaved it this morning, Jeff told me he loved Grace's and Nancy's completely shaved pussies so much, I couldn't resist giving him what he wants, if only until we go back home. Besides, it will save me some money and time not having it dyed anymore."

All I could respond was "Mmmmmmhmmmm," as I had already gone down on her and was happily licking and sucking her clean-shaven mound and pussy. She held my head with her hands pushing it against her mons. I sought out her little nubbin and started concentrating my licking and sucking efforts on her pleasure point. One of my fingers found its way into her vagina and was quickly joined by a second one where both of them, as if on automatic pilot, began to make the come hither motion on her G-spot. That resulted in some serious moaning and an increased intake of breath. My other hand rested on her firm ass, squeezing it while alternating with putting some finger pressure on her rosebud, playing around but not entering, just stimulating the sensitive nerves around her sphincter.

"Oh my God, Lew, I want your cock in my pussy. Please fuck me."

Now I ask you what would you do should a gorgeous female as Rachel ask you to do that? Would you continue to lick her cunt or would you get up, turn her around, and shove your hard cock into her hot wet cunt? Yes, that's exactly what you would do and what I did too.

When she had turned around she had put her hands flat on the wall high above her head, opening her legs as wide as she could without risking slipping, before pushing her ass out and giving me total unrestricted access to her inner sanctum. I bottomed out in one bold move, first grabbing her hips from behind. When I started pumping in and out of her and felt stable enough on the wet floor of the shower I couldn't resist sliding both of my hands up again towards her mammaries, beginning to squeeze them.

Not easy with them being wet and slippery, but I cupped them so that I could pinch her hard nipples between my thumb and index finger and pull them out. I knew from previous games with her she loved to have her nipples pulled, extending her boobs. The pain caused that way increased her pleasure as witnessed by her increased moaning and sighing. Me pounding her pussy hard also had its effect of course.

"Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, deeper, faster, harder, yes, yes."

I couldn't go as deep or stretch her as much as her Jeff with his 8-inch long and very thick cock but I had a few other tricks up my imagination sleeve. When I was done pulling her tits out, both my hands moved to her pussy, working my magic on her clit with my fingers, resulting in cunt clenching, belly pulsing howls of rapture. Her body trembled with her flat stomach undulating, while her breath turned ragged. All of a sudden she went as stiff as a board, her internal muscles gripping my shaft like a vise as she went into the most explosive orgasm, my own orgasm coinciding with hers. We were in a raging inferno of lust as I began spewing my sperm in her tight cunt. After a long string of orgasmic spasms which didn't seem to end, we finally came down from our high and I had to brace myself to hold her up and not collapse on the floor.

After our breathing had returned to normal we could hear that Jeff and Grace had also reached their peaks, with Grace calling out perverse obscenities, not even suited for an 18+ audience. After we donned bathrobes and guided by the noise, we went looking for them. We found them in one of the bedrooms, collapsed on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs and looking totally sated.

"Well, well, having a bit of fun are we?" Rachel asked. Both looked up with huge smiles on their faces.

"It doesn't look like we're the only ones christening this apartment," Jeff responded.

"We were only taking pictures," said Rachel.

"Indeed? From the noises we heard, they must have been very painful pictures."

"Purely an experiment to figure out what it would sound like if Grace were to furnish a red room downstairs," Rachel replied looking totally innocent.

"Well boys and girls, the place has now been properly christened. Thank you for that. So I guess you approve of it and it could work in our joint venture."

"It sure can," Jeff said, "I don't think we'll have many problems finding couples who want to experience Belgium in a slightly different way than only on a Tuesday."

"What do you mean?" Grace asked.

"Come on Grace, you must know the movie, "If it's Tuesday this must be Belgium."

"Oh, yes now I get it, of course, I know that film; it was hilarious."

"I must however ask you guys to help me clean the place up. I haven't found a live-in maid yet."

"No worries dear, we'll help you," Rachel responded.

"Maybe I could have a solution for you, why don't I ask Petra?"

"Petra, who's Petra?"

"She's my cleaning lady and I happen to know she has a serious problem with her current landlord, he wants her out of the place. She is excellent at what she does, and could well be interested in such a position."

"Do you think so?"

"Well, we won't know if we don't ask. I'll try to get in touch with her sometime this week."

"Excellent idea."

We took the tram back to the Park and Ride to pick up Grace's car and go home. Jeff and Rachel were having dinner with Nancy, while Grace was babysitting. When our American friends had gone to their room, Grace offered me a cup of coffee and I asked Nancy where she would take our friends.

"I was thinking of taking them to Mario's, I'm sure they'll go to the Rome version of the restaurant next week when they visit Gina and Victoria."

"I count on it."

"Oh, why's that?"

"I'll be joining them for the weekend to take pictures in the villas, as I did in Grace's house today, and see my beloved Catharina."

"Ooh, your one and only love of your life."

"How do you know about that? Oh yes, you talk with your mother of course and I may have said something to that effect during our cruise."

"Yes, that was one of the things you told her which she confided to me."

"Ooh no, she told you more?"

"Yes, lots more, but I won't hold anything against you, I know what your feelings towards my mom are, and as far as I can tell she's happy with your relationship as it is."

"Thank God for small mercies."

The Americans and Nancy left around seven, so Grace and I had the place to ourselves, except for baby Amelia of course, but she went to bed shortly after so that Grace and I could have a nice home-cooked dinner. She was an excellent cook, hard-working, excellent cook, very good-looking, and great in the sack, in other words, the perfect combination. I couldn't understand why there weren't hordes of men knocking on her door. Maybe I should reconsider giving up bachelorhood, as I wasn't getting any younger myself and I didn't want to end my life alone and bitter.

"Forget it, Lew you want to be free as a bird and make love to all the women you meet and like," said the little devil sitting on my shoulder.

And tonight I wanted to make love to Grace, not have sex, but make long and tender love to her, well, until the youngsters came home from their dinner that was. After our homecooked meal, we were enjoying a beautifully aged cognac with fresh coffee while sitting on the settee, listening to some romantic music playing on the stereo. I put my arm around Grace's shoulders.

"Are you making a move Lew?" she asked with a chuckle.

"No dear just stretching my arms," I said while I also, looking all innocently, stretched my other arm.

"Oh, now you disappoint me, after the wild sex you had with Rachel this afternoon in the shower and the pounding Jeff gave me in the bedroom with his gigantic cock, I would very much enjoy some TLC tonight."

"You are an insatiable woman."

"No, just a woman in dire need of proper romantic lovemaking; why do you think I put this atmospheric music on?"

"Oh is that why you're playing all these love songs from our youth?"

Rolling her eyes she said, "Finally he gets it, thank God for small mercies."

"Oh shut up woman."

"Why don't you make me!"

Now that was too much, I pulled her towards me and kissed her tantalizing lips tenderly. No tongue mind you, just a tender kiss on the lips. I would let her take the initiative to translate the kiss into French, which she did so very lightly by just giving a small lick on my lips with the very tip of her tongue. I responded likewise and we engaged in a tender tongue-tip skirmish, just teasing each other. Eventually, it led of course to a full 15-minute French apache tongue dance, like only the French can perform it.

While she held the side of my head, I held the back of hers with one hand, while the other began an adventurous trip along the front of her gorgeous body. Sliding over her thighs, not touching any skin, just over the skirt she wore, towards her hips, and then upward over her side, again over her blouse, completely bypassing her boobs to her shoulder and upper back. She had both arms around me.

The French kiss was alternated with pecks just on each other's lips. I don't know about her, but my cock was slowly getting hard inside my pants, giving me a bit of a problem. I began to squirm a bit to alleviate the pressure. Of course, she felt it.

"Having a problem, dear?" she asked with a smile on her face.

"Mmmmhhhmmm, nothing I can't handle dear," I responded.

"Let me help you," she said while her hands moved to the top button and zipper of my pants and began undoing both. Once the zipper was down she fished my, in the meantime, rock-hard cock out of my boxers and began stroking it.

"Would you like me to suck you?" she asked.

"Only if you feel like it," I responded. That was all she needed to bend over and start licking my glans while stroking the base. Soon after I felt my cock glide into her hot wet mouth until her lips could kiss my groin. Because of my relatively normal size, just the tip of my glans touched her throat not causing much of a gagging reflex. I fully enjoyed her incredible cock sucking skills as they very slowly heightened my arousal. She alternated the soft touch with hollowing her cheeks as she sucked harder.

One of my hands had ventured under her skirt, stroking the inside of her soft thigh and drawing some moaning from her lips, the vibrations making my cock twitch. After some ten minutes of cock sucking I pulled her up, wanting to participate more actively in our lovemaking and not just sit there like a Pasha. After she came up we resumed our tonsil hockey while getting busy undressing each other. I've always loved to undress a woman, rather than have her undress herself. It always felt like opening a present, and what a present Grace was.