Dark Room Surprise

Typically, Saturday is a day for grocery shopping, mundane errands and yard work. Most often I would get together with a few friends later at the local pub before meeting my girlfriend, Janey, for dinner and going back to her place and getting laid.

Not today. The reno project I supervised, was already behind schedule. That was before my right hand man quit without notice. On the same day we found asbestos in the attic, necessitating the entire site be shut down until the three to four day abatement program could be completed. I needed to break the routine and have a 'me' day.

My name is Ben Cooper, aged 29, and I work as a superintendent for Creekside Construction.

Amateur photography provided a satisfying distraction, and today, my modest home darkroom served as a sensory deprivation chamber of sorts, allowing me to escape from the chaos of the outside world.

As I agitated the developer tray, a black and white image on the 8 x 10 print paper began to emerge. Seconds later, a clearer picture of a naked woman materialized. After running it through the 'stop bath' and then the 'fixer' trays, I got to examine the image more closely.

Shock set in when I realized it was my current client, posing coyly, her naughty bits mostly concealed by her arms and hands. Curiosity and lust drove me to print the other eleven images from the negative strip.

An hour later, I examined the line up of provocative photos. The series progressively revealed more of her appealing body, culminating with a full frontal of her standing with her legs spread and reaching upward with her arms. My attention was instantly drawn to her full dark bush and large dark areolas.

Sandi Sutherland was a slightly plump, gorgeous curvy woman. Although there was no date stamp, it was clear that the pictures had been snapped a few years earlier.

I should explain how I came to have a film of my client posing in all her glory.

The current project entailed converting an area of a 1950's era bungalow, which had been the residence of Sandi and her husband, Daniel. for the past twenty years.

During the initial walk through, Sandi explained that Daniel, a professional photographer, had converted an area of their home to a studio and dark room.

Without providing details, she explained that the marriage was over and she wanted to pursue her dream of becoming a romance novel author. My company had the contract to convert the space into a home office.

Daniel had removed all of the dark room equipment. Sandi directed me to dispose of anything that was left.

While demolishing the interior partitions, I came across a small locked metal box and presented it to Sandi. Having no idea where the key might be, she asked if I could open it, by destructive means if need be.

A hammer and chisel made short work of gaining access to the contents, which consisted of several black and white prints of women posing in various states of undress and an old Leica SLR camera.

Sandi, explained that her husband's specialty had been 'boudoir' photography.

I expressed and interest in purchasing the vintage camera, but Sandi insisted that I should just take it.

Later, when I examined the camera, I found that there was a roll of film in it, with twelve of the thirty six 35mm frames exposed. Developing the film had provided the spicy pictures of my client.

The right thing to do, of course, was to present them to Ms. Sutherland. I called her cel and after a brief explanation, she said, "I am temporarily set up at The Regency Hotel. Meet me at 4 PM for a drink."

We met in the lounge at the appointed time. While waiting for our cocktails, she spied the envelope I had brought with me. "Are these the photos?"

"Yes." I said, handing it to her.

She removed the 8 x 10s and leafed through them. As she held up the negative strips to the light, she said. "I had forgotten doing this. It was early in our marriage when Daniel first considered doing boudoir photography. I have no idea why he never developed them."

Over drinks, Sandi talked about her writing aspirations. When the conversation lagged, she picked up the envelope again and said. "Did you keep any prints for yourself?"

I hesitated. "No. But I did consider it." I admitted.

"I sense that you liked them?"

"Well, they are very erotic... you were very sexy." I stammered.

"I was 23 when those were taken, I guess nineteen years later I've lost it. Should I banish myself to a nunnery?"

"At the risk of embarrassing myself further," I said. "I think you are more attractive now."

"Relax, I am just having fun with you. Let's order something. I don't want to eat alone."

Over dinner, her interrogation extracted the details of my mundane love life.

Janey had been my girlfriend since high school, but I confessed I didn't see her being the 'forever one'.

Eventually, Sandi opened up about her marriage, describing it with words like 'comfortable' and 'nice'.

"Was there something in particular that caused the breakup?"

She paused and spoke, "I guess you could say that. I came home early one day and found Daniel and his client in our bed. The bastard was balls deep in her ass. That was ironic on so many levels.

First, Daniel would typically only have sex at bed time and the room had to be dark. As for the anal part, we had tried it early in our marriage. I liked it, but Daniel refused to do it again.

Anyway, I think he was about to cum when I slapped his ass hard. He probably had the biggest orgasm of his life.

I stayed away for a couple of days. When I returned, he was gone. He had removed his belongings, and the studio was stripped of all of his photography equipment."

"Tell me about your writing."

"It's always been a passion of mine. I have written four novels. One was published by a small company and it had limited success. I since got a publishing agent and my current endeavor has received some serious interest. I am hoping that having a dedicated writing room will inspire me to complete it."

"Can I read your published one?"

"It's a romance novel. I'm not sure you would like it. But I have an idea for an adventure story. That one would definitely have have more appeal to men."

For most of our time together, Sandi had been fairly reserved, rarely laughing and only occasionally exhibiting a small smile. When we started talking about her writing, her demeanor changed significantly.

Now, she smiled frequently. Her striking hazel eyes seemed to sparkle.

"Oh my." she said looking at her watch. "We have been here for over five hours. Have I kept you from anything?"

"Nothing important. I am enjoying the time with you."

Sandi reached out and put both her hands on mine. A coy smile crossed her face. "Would you stay with me tonight?"

My slow response must have made her feel like she overstepped, because she pulled her hands back and immediately began apologizing.

I stopped her and spoke. "For the last hour I have been thinking about making love to you. There is no where else I would rather be."

Before the elevator door was fully closed, we were locked in a passionate embrace, hungrily kissing each other. She cursed softly at two failed attempts with her card key. When we got into her room, she pushed me toward her bed while fumbling with the buttons on my shirt.

I had been busy as well and now she stood before me in her lacy bra and matching thong. My god she was lovely.

While I was admiring her body, she undid my pants and in one motion, pulled my trousers and boxers down. My cock was so hard it ached. I feared losing it when she grasped my penis with one hand and cupped my balls with the other.

I reached behind her, deftly unhooking her bra and pulling it away. Her breasts were amazing. I felt her nipple harden as I reached out to pinch it. My other hand pulled her thong down and she stood completely naked before me.

Smiling provocatively, Sandi spread her legs and reached upward with arms, assuming the pose in the final picture from nineteen years before.

"Better than ever." I said moving toward her.

Sandi moaned softly as my fingers stroked her substantial bush, seeking her pussy. I was surprised by the heat and wetness.

Grasping my cock again, Sandi fell back onto the bed, pulling me with her. My rigid cock became a heat seeking missile as it homed in on her welcoming pussy. She wrapped her legs around me and began thrusting her hips toward me. All the while, her lips and tongue continued the assault on mine.

Somehow, Sandi managed to roll me onto my back while I remained deep inside her. With the upper position, she increased the speed of her thrusting hips and soon was yelling, "Now... give it to me... yes.. yes.. yesssss."

That did it for me. I felt my own orgasm rising and soon lost it, filling her up with my cum load.

Sandi collapsed on top of me and brought her face to mine. Her lips touched mine in a soft sensual kiss. When it ended, she flashed a full smile and her her beautiful eyes were sparkling again.

"Stay with me tonight."

"I don't think anything could get me to leave." I replied.

We napped and fucked for the rest of the night.

The sun was shining when I awoke to my cock being sucked beneath the covers.

I threw the blankets off and repositioned Sandi to a 69 position so that I could get access to her pussy while she continued devouring me.

Her taste was intoxicating. I slipped a finger into her as my tongue flitted across her clit. She pushed into my face and soon had a long and loud orgasm, temporarily interrupting the blow job that had started this whole sequence. After recovering, she picked up where she left off and I had the best blow job I had ever experienced.

Later, we showered together and made love again under the warm spray from the showerhead.

Sandi tested my resolve when I prepared to leave just before noon by leaning into me with another smoldering kiss.

Before I got to the elevator, Sandi called out. "You forgot this."

I turned to see her holding out the brown envelope with the prints and negatives.

"I trust I won't see these published anywhere." She said coyly.

By Wednesday, the asbestos abatement was complete and I went back to work on the writing room conversion. Sandi had also returned for full time residency.

Late Friday afternoon, after the rest of the crew had left for the weekend, Sandi found me as I cleaned up and stowed the tools.

"Will you stay for dinner?" she asked.

"I should go home and clean up."

"If you shower here. I can join you." Sandi purred.

"You talked me into it. What would I have to do for it to include breakfast?"

"I'm sure I can think of something."

Sandi led me to the ensuite bath in her bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing along the way. No body part was left unattended as we soaped and rinsed each other.

I kissed my way down to her neck and shoulders before proceeding to pay extra attention to her breasts and especially her sensitive nipples. As I tongued her navel, she pushed further down again and lifted her leg over my shoulder, pulling my head into her pussy. I sucked on her distended pussy lips and slipped my finger into her. She rocked and moaned for a surprisingly short time before I sensed her orgasm overtaking her. "Yes.. ohhh suck my clit. Yes like that. Don't stop. Now... ohhh... yes."

A few minutes later, she said, "Now let's take care of this." She pulled me to her bed and got up on her knees. "Do me doggie style."

I slipped in easily and started pumping as I held onto her hips. Soon the familiar feeling started deep inside me and I was pushed over the edge when Sandi reached back between her legs and gently fondled my balls. When my ejaculations subsided, I sensed Sandi nearing another orgasm and rubbed the outside of her puckered asshole with my finger.

"Put it in!" she demanded. Obeying, I pushed into her taint and she yelled out as yet another climax hit her.

We cuddled for a bit and she said, "Let me get you fed. I have a feeling you are going to need your energy and body fluids replaced."

Sandi put on a terry robe and I wrapped myself in a large bath towel before heading to the kitchen.

I opened a bottle of Chianti as Sandi prepared a delicious pasta and scampi meal.

After devouring the dinner she crafted, we relocated to the love seat in front of the fire with the remainder of the wine.

"You are an incredible lover." she whispered. "The best I ever had. Not that there have been that many."

"I have to say you are pretty incredible yourself."

"Is Janey a good lover?"

"I always thought so. She's my first., so I don't have much in the way of comparison."

"Do you like anal?" Sandi queried.

"I always wanted to try. Once a long time ago, Janey agreed to try, but the moment I penetrated her, she stopped me and said it wasn't for her. Anytime I broached the topic after that she ended the conversation abruptly. I just stopped asking."

"As I mentioned before, I love it. At least the one time it happened. I had always been curious and open to having my ass fucked, but Daniel was reluctant. One time a couple of years ago, he relented and we did it in the doggie position. I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life and looked forward to more anal sex. For some reason, he refused to bang me that way again."

"Could we try?" I asked.

Sandi giggled and stood up. "Race you to the bedroom."

I doffed the towel as I climbed onto the bed. Sandi withdrew a tube of lube from the bedside table.

"How do you want to do this?" I asked.

"Doggie. Go slow. We need lots of lube and remember my ass is almost a virgin. You are also bigger than the last one I had in there."

Sandi assumed the position. I squeezed out a good amount of gel.

She was giddy as I started applying it with nervous anticipation.

"Use your finger and loosen me up."

My rock hard cock throbbed in anticipation as I awaited Sandi's signal to proceed.

It came soon. "Get behind me and push in slowly. Better yet, let me do the pushing."

I lined my cock at her rosebud and she pushed back immediately, taking the tip into her. She continued a constant slow movement toward me and stopped as I reached the halfway point.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"More than okay." And then she pushed back again. Soon I was fully inside her. The feeling was better than I had imagined, and that was before Sandi started moving.

Our moaning got louder as the pace increased. Soon they blended together as if synchronized.

Sandi used her hand alternately stimulate her clit and squeeze my balls. I couldn't say how long we thrashed away, but when Sandi's orgasm started, mine followed seconds later.

As we crashed to the mattress, Sandi asked. "Did you like that?"

"Wow. I hope we can do that again."

"Count on it. You just earned an invitation to breakfast."

The rest of the weekend was spent trying out every imaginable position as I fucked Sandi's pussy and ass until she begged for mercy.

Sunday afternoon, I called Janey, asking to get together to talk.

On Monday, after wrapping up for the day, I returned to my apartment to shower, change and gather a few personal essentials before returning to Sandi's bungalow.

On the way back, I stopped at a pharmacy to purchase the biggest container of lube they stocked.

Sandi greeted me at the door and smiled as she withdrew my pharmacy purchase from the paper bag.

"Great minds..." she said, as she set it on the entry table beside an even larger tube of lube.