The Photo Shop Ch. 80

The Photo Shop by Candyman666©

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Chapter 80: Booking a trip for a special Anniversary

I urgently needed to make arrangements to go to Italy as Catharina and Mario's twenty-seven-and-a-half-year anniversary was rapidly approaching, and due to a number of circumstances, I missed their 25th, so I decided to go to Rome and surprise them halfway between their 25th and 30th. So a trip to Maggy's travel shop was required. God, what were her opening hours again? I didn't remember. Maybe I'd better give her a ring to find out.

After dialing the number, it took a few rings for her to answer.

"Hello, Maggy," she replied after picking up.

"Hi, Maggy, Lew." Before I could say anything more, she cut in.

"Well, well, if it isn't the village photographer. It's been a while. Need to go on another trip with Grace?"

"Yes, and no, and I'm so sorry, but I've been so busy."

"Too busy to look up an old flame?"

"I'm so sorry dear, I keep forgetting you're a widow with certain needs."

"Ah, you do remember something after all."

"Oh yes, I remember taking you to the club together with Grace."

"And do you also remember how long ago that was?"

"Eh no, not immediately..."

"Let me put it in three words: FAR TOO LONG!"

"I'm so sorry. How in heaven's name can I make up for it?"

"You could come over."

"But it's Sunday. I thought you were closed on Sunday. I was just calling to find out your opening times to come by for some travel arrangements."

"For you, I open up any day of the week and any time, and I'm not talking about the shop. But we can discuss your travel requirements once you're here as well. I'm ready for it."

"But Maggy, I don't want to impose."

"Who said anything about you imposing on me? I'm afraid it will be rather the other way around."

"You mean you want a shag?"

"Finally, he gets it. God, sometimes men can be so thick."

"And you think I'm up for it?"

"Come on, Lew, you're always up for it, especially if I'm willing to throw in a titty fuck. Unless, of course, you had a tiring night or changed your preference in tit size?"

"It wasn't so much a tiring night but a tiring week, and no, and I still very much love your titty size."

"Oh my, many naked ladies wanting you to take their photo and demanding a shag?"

"No, but I had an afternoon with another widow who is sort of in the same position as you are."

"You mean no one to take care of her needs?"

"Sort of, yes."

"Anyone I know?"

"No, she's the widow of my dear departed friend from high school."

"And why do you need to take care of her needs -- not that I'm curious."

"If you really must know, she's Alicia's daughter-in-law, and I'm sure I told you sometime about Alicia, my sex teacher who deflowered me when I was 18."

"Ah, yes, and Alicia was the mother of George, who was your friend and husband of...?"

"OK, if you must know, Gladys."

"On whom, exactly like George, you also had a crush when you were young, but he got away with her."

"Yes."

"And you had to take care of her sometime during the week?"

"Well, last Monday, on my day off."

"And did she wear you out so much that you are still tired after six days?"

"I'm not gonna tell you more; you know I don't fuck and tell."

"That's OK, I understand. I wouldn't appreciate it either if you were to blab about our little adventures in your place and the club."

"Now we understand each other."

"Great, so when can I expect you? In half an hour, one hour?"

"I'll jump in my car, and I'll come right over."

"Excellent, I'll warm my boobies up for you."

Ten minutes later, I drove up in front of Maggy's house. I'd been there once before, but only to drop her off after a night of sexual bliss with her. When I parked the car in front of the garage door, I saw the front door swing open and Maggy standing in it dressed... in a deliveryman's dream, a towel. Jumping out of the car, I made a beeline for her.

"Expecting the delivery man, Maggy?" I couldn't refrain from asking with a chuckle.

"Yes," she replied, "And he just arrived." Before I could say anything else, she grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, turned me around while shutting the front door with her foot, then grabbed my head and invaded my mouth with her tongue. With all this going on, the towel didn't stand a chance of staying where it had been and quickly dropped to the floor, leaving her in her most alluring outfit, her skin. My hands roamed freely over her luscious body, first her back, but then, believe it or not, they seemed to have a mind of their own and quickly went from back to front, cupping her glorious boobs. After about 5 minutes, we finished our first tongue dance and pulled apart.

"Oh my God, I needed that," Maggy said, clearly out of breath, her hands immediately moving toward the buttons of my shirt. Since the weather was rather nice, and I didn't really have to go outside, except for the few steps from my house to the car and then to Maggy's front door, I hadn't bothered to put on a coat or anything.

"Why do men always have to wear these shirts with all these buttons?"

"What do you expect us to wear then, darling?"

"When you make a house call like this, wear a T-shirt; that's much easier to remove than these blasted shirts."

"Where's the fun in that?" I asked.

"Meaning?"

"I prefer a slow unveiling."

"Don't tell me you didn't like my outfit when I opened the door."

"It was nice, but I prefer to look at a woman while she undresses slowly."

"You prefer a striptease?"

"Not necessarily a striptease, but something like what they do on Naked News."

"Naked News; what the heck is Naked News?"

"Oh, you don't know the program?"

"No."

"Well, a gorgeous woman comes on and presents the daily news items and starts undressing, just like she would when coming home from a hard day's work. It's no real striptease, but in the end, isn't every woman getting undressed in front of a man to tease him?"

"So would you like me to get dressed again to undress in front of you?"

"NO, no, absolutely not. I like the way you're dressed, or should I say undressed right now."

"I see, but it is something I might want to do for you in the future."

"Do you think that I will come visit you in the future?"

"Who knows? I hope this won't be the last time you'll want to travel and require my services."

"You may have a point, but allow me now to concentrate on two other points of you I am rather interested in," I replied while bending down and taking one of Maggy's nipples in my mouth and grabbing the other with my left hand between thumb and index. Both of her nipples were already rock-hard and a real pleasure to suck on and play with. Based on the noises that Maggy started to make, I guessed we fully agreed on that point, or should I say two points.

"Oh my God, I love it when you do that, Lew," she said while I felt her hand moving towards my crotch in search of the button and zipper of my pants.

"Wouldn't it be more convenient if we moved to the living room, darling?"

"God, you got me all bothered coming here and kissing me, but yes, please come through; I've put something on ice for us to drink."

Maggy grabbed my hand instead of my dick through my pants and guided me inside, where I saw an ice bucket with a bottle of bubbly and a couple of glasses standing on the little side table in front of the settee. She took a seat and pulled me down with her.

"Why don't you do the honors--open the bottle and pour us a glass of bubbly to celebrate your first visit to my humble abode? Oh, before I forget, this is a clothing-optional house."

"You mean I have to get dressed the same way you are?"

"You are quick off the mark, aren't you, Lew?"

"Probably because you gave a sort of a hint of what was expected, dear."

So, after opening the bottle and pouring a nice glass of champers, I got up and started undressing, almost ripping my clothes off.

"Slow down, Lew, I too, like it when a man reveals himself slowly to my eyes."

"So, you go the full Monty in a flash, and you want me to perform a slow strip for you?"

"Yes, does that bother you?"

"I thought you always advocated equal rights and duties for men and women."

"Eh, yes... are you implying I do the same, get dressed again, and then perform a slow strip for your entertainment?"

"That would be nice."

"You're joking, right?"

"I never joke when it comes to sex play."

"OK, if that is what you want. But I thought I would please you by opening the door in a towel."

"Don't misunderstand me, dear. I appreciated the way you were dressed opening the door, but it would have been nicer if I could unveil yourself, and you would do it slowly, building up the pleasure. You know that men are very visually oriented, and discovering a woman's body, little part by little part, is much more stimulating."

"OK, so you want me to dress again? Come out and strip for you?"

"Again, no absolute requirement, but it would be nice of you to do that."

"You want the whole caboodle, like strippers, with stockings and garters and everything?"

"No, of course not, I just want you dressed like you would go to the supermarket or as you were in the office, you know, a bra, panties, a dress or jeans, and a blouse or T-shirt."

"Showing a lot of cleavage?"

"I wouldn't mind. It would take me back to the time I walked into your little office in the plant to order yet another boring business trip."

"Ogling my girls?"

"You said it. It was so exciting to try to look down your blouse, trying to detect as much as possible of your glorious tits."

"But in my office, you never stripped."

"Equal rights. You strip, I strip."

"OK, I could go for that, give me five."

"Yes, and then at least ten to take it all off again."

"We'll see, maybe I'll let you sweat a very long time before you will show you, my girls, again."

Maggy disappeared, and I heard her go upstairs, I guessed probably to her bedroom -- which I hoped to see as well, maybe later in the day. I used that time to get completely dressed again, with all the shirt buttons closed.

Five minutes later, she reappeared wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a blouse with the top three buttons already undone, showing a breathtaking cleavage, just the way I liked it when she was working in the office.

She stood in front of me, picked up the bottle, took my glass, and topped it up.

"You will need this to cool down."

"Yes, and to get enough courage to perform this entertainment act for you."

"I expect nothing less, or should I say I expect a lot less... clothing on you?"

"Could I suggest a dash of music, or would that be too much?"

"If it's a real striptease you want, then yes."

"No, I just want to see you take off your clothes like when you come home from a hard day's work and want to relax."

"I think you've been watching too much of that 'Naked News' on the internet."

"If you're familiar with the program, yes, that's exactly what I'm looking for."

"Yeah, but I don't present the news."

"No, that's true, but maybe you can tell me about some flights to go to Rome while you perform -- the perfect mix between business and pleasure."

"OK, Lover boy, the best way to get to Rome is by taking the early flight out of Brussels," she started saying while slowly but surely undoing the rest of the buttons of her blouse one by one at a very slow pace. The view was breathtaking as, little by little, her sexy bra was becoming visible. God, this woman had breathtaking boobs, and I was going to see and hopefully play with them again.

When all the buttons were undone, she came closer and wiggled her boobs in front of my nose while pulling the blouse out of her jeans. That done, she started undoing the buttons of the blouse's cuffs, making it possible to remove that piece of clothing.

"Like what you see, Lover boy?"

"What's not to like? Although ten minutes ago I saw them in their full glory, it's always far more exciting when they're partly hidden from view."

"Oh, you want me to keep my bra on, do you?"

"No, no, of course not, but, well, you know what I mean."

"That you are a naughty little voyeur?"

"If you want to put it that way, yes, but isn't every man?"

"You think only men are voyeurs?"

"Aren't they?"

"You would be surprised at the stories I heard from other women talking about their voyeuristic adventures in the sports club."

"Really?"

"Oh yes."

"God, I had no idea. I always thought it was purely a man's thing."

After this little piece of information, Maggy continued her act of unveiling by opening the top button of her jeans and pulling each part to the side, revealing one of my favorite parts of the female anatomy, her belly button, and the top of her matching panties.

"Wow, matching panties!"

"Didn't you know, we only bother to wear matching underwear when we have the intention to undress in front of a man?"

"I had no idea, you women keep surprising me."

"We aim to please."

"But hey, hang on a second, how did you know this morning that you were going to reveal yourself to a man?"

"How long do you think it takes a woman to change her underwear?"

"When I look back on my experience with women, it takes them forever to decide what to wear and even longer to put it on."

"Well, this woman only takes like one minute to do that... and then ten to take it all off again."

"I love that last part. Please don't rush, take your time," I said with a big smile on my face.

Well, she did take ten minutes to be fully naked, double the time to get dressed, if my memory serves me right. The most exciting ten minutes of that day... well, not really, what followed was even more exciting. She came closer and closer to me and started undoing the buttons of my shirt. Once they were undone, her hands slid inside over my chest, mimicking what I had just done, but then without slipping inside something. She tickled my nipples, which became as hard as hers had become after my finger touching.

She then grabbed the top of my shirt and pulled it back in order to remove it completely. One thing she hadn't taken into consideration was the closed buttons on the cuffs. In the end, we stood there, me with my shirt pulled off, hanging from my hands, and she trying to rip it off.

"Oh my God, why did you fasten the buttons on your cuffs?"

"Well, darling, just like you, when I visit a lady, I want to be dressed to the nines. You're lucky I didn't bother to put on a tie, waistcoat, and jacket."

"Maybe you should have worn a tux or one of those trousers male strippers wear."

"What's so special about the trousers male strippers wear?"

"You know, the ones they can rip off."

"Oh yes, you mean the ones held together with Velcro."

"That would have been nice, but please, first undo the buttons on your shirt cuffs."

After I'd done what she asked and she had me topless, she went for my trousers. I was sure she would start complaining again, and yes, she did.

"What is this, Fort Knox? A button, a hook, another button before I can get to the zipper and the goodies?"

"These, my dear, are traveling pants."

"Travelling pants?"

"Yes, there's also a secret pocket with a separate zipper to put your wallet in, which makes it that bit harder for a pickpocket to appropriate it. Very handy when you're traveling and sometimes end up on subways or tram lines like sardines in a box."

"Has it happened to you on your trips that you've been robbed?"

"Oh yes, I lost my prescription sunglasses that way on a subway in Lisbon, Portugal, once."

"You don't have to worry here. The only thing I'll be handling will be firmly attached to your body."

While saying that, she pulled my boxers down, making me as nude as she was, at the same time dropping to her knees in front of me, facing my already half-erect cock, which she immediately gave an oral exam. Within seconds, she swallowed my cock whole like she'd been born with one in her mouth, her tongue sliding over the sensitive underside as she went down.

She then looked up at me with her face full of my man-meat, not really able to speak, but still asking me with her eyes if she was doing the right thing.

"God, Maggy, what are you doing to me? You'll make me cum in no time at all, this way." She shook her head and pulled away.

She looked up at me and said, "Don't you like what I'm doing?"

"Of course, I like what you're doing, but why are you so eager to suck my dick? What's gotten into you?"

"You sometime soon, I hope," she replied, and I saw her warm mouth close again over my now fully erect penis.

I have no idea what came over me. I'd never experienced these feelings. I can usually last a fairly long time before cumming, but the way she was orally handling my cock, I had serious doubts I would be able to meet her request of sliding my cock into her other orifice. I took her by the shoulders and lifted her up.

She looked me in the eyes and asked, "Did I do something wrong? Don't you like me blowing you?"

"On the contrary, dear, I like it so much I was on the verge of giving you a donation."

"You mean cum in my mouth?"

"If you want to put it that way, yes. I heard my sperms taking bets among each other on who was going to be the first to race up my shaft and plunge into your body. It was clear they had no idea where exactly they were going to end up. They're preprogrammed to head for the womb, but from where they would end up, that would be rather difficult."

"Yes, and I'm afraid the poor little mongrels would end up in a very acidic environment."

"You mean when you swallow?"

"Yes, and I had every intention of doing so."

"I thought you wanted me to invade that other cavity of your luscious body that would give you pleasure equal to mine?"

"Yes, of course, but all in good time, because when you do go that way, I want you to last before sending your sperm army to ravish my poor little eggs."

"I hope they will stay very far away from your poor little eggs. I'm not interested in fathering a child at my age."

"No chance of that, Lew, I was just fantasizing. I don't have any eggs or a womb anymore."

"I had no idea. How did that happen?"

"Oh, years ago, I had to have everything removed. If I hadn't had that done, I wouldn't even be around anymore. In the end, it was a blessing in disguise. I always had lots of pain and problems when I had my period, and all of a sudden, that was all in the past. And stopping the pill seriously improved my sex life."

"You don't say."

"The funny thing was that afterward, we went for a totally different kind of pain."

"Oh, is it then that you decided to go the BDSM way?"

"Yes and no. We had been talking about it for a while, and we did visit the fetish café downtown to see what it was like and what they do, but decided that I had suffered enough pain already without the pleasure."

In the meantime, my cock had gone down a bit, and I was ready to attack Maggy myself.

Maggy saw this as the perfect opportunity to move the games to a more comfortable area. In order to do so, she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. Arriving there, she pushed me onto the bed and climbed over me, but stopped halfway to gobble up my shriveled penis into her hot mouth to resurrect it. That didn't take very long.

She let go for a second, looked up at me, and said, "I just love to feel a man's dick get hard inside my mouth," and dove down again, continuing her oral stimulation.

She was good. What am I saying? She was a master of fellatio. I needed to concentrate to give her what she wanted with my cock deep into her pussy, fertilizing her non-existent eggs. In order to make that happen, I took hold of her head and pulled her to get her face-to-face with me so I could start a tongue duel. But about halfway there, she wiggled herself loose from my hands. I wondered why. It didn't take very long to find out. I felt her hands move to the side of her glorious tits and push them together around my cock.

"You wanted a tit fuck, didn't you?" she said with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Oh yes, so wonderful of you to remember, darling."

"We aim to please our customers," she replied while sliding up and down over my rock-hard flesh sword. Because of the blowjob she had given me, it was nicely covered in her saliva and slid effortlessly between the two soft but firm globes.

As I didn't want to cum between her boobs, I pulled her further up after a while to go for the tongue tango I had in mind all along, in which she gladly participated

The way she was positioned now was perfect for my dick to slip into her hot pussy. She felt it too and wormed and shifted till I was perfectly positioned at the entrance and let it slide in. I must say, not only did she make all the right moves, but my cock felt like a self-guiding missile going for its final target.

The feeling was fantastic. Although Maggy's pussy wasn't exactly teenage, it felt tight, warm, and moist, letting me slide in and out like a piston in a one-cylinder engine. And believe me, that engine was purring like a dream.

"Oh yes, Lew, make me cum, lead me into orgasm heaven, and make me see the stars," she murmured.

And that's what I did, pumping at full speed, every time, bumping my pubes against her clit when I was all the way in, grazing her boobs with my chest in the process. My fingers intertwined with hers as she held her arms high above her head, our mouths locked together with my tongue twirling around hers and hers around mine. After about five minutes of intense fucking, I felt her body go rigid as she went into orgasm mode, moaning and pushing her abdomen hard against mine as if she wanted my whole body inside hers.

I couldn't hold it together anymore and filled her up with hot semen, producing the same kind of moaning as she did, my body getting rigid too. When I had pumped all I had into her, I rolled off of her body and fell to her side, panting just as hard as she was. We lay there for a good five minutes trying to catch our breath from this tremendous effort.

She was the first to speak. "God, Lew, that was awesome, and I needed it. It's just been far too long since I had such an orgasm."

"The pleasure was all mine, dear," I replied.

"So let me get dressed and see to your needs."

"I thought you just did."

"Not those needs, idiot, your flying needs."

"Oh yes, that's why I came here, wasn't it?"

"And where was it again you needed to travel to? Another cruise with Grace?"

"No, I need to go to Rome again."

"Missing Catharina or her daughter's pussy?"

"Again, no, Catharina and Mario celebrate their twenty-seven-and-a-half-year anniversary in a couple of weeks."

"What's so special about twenty-seven-and-a-half years of marriage?"

"Nothing really, but I missed the special one of twenty-five years, and I want to make up for it by surprising them now."

"I see. And you want a flight to Rome, I guess?"

"Yes, please."

"OK, let me fire up the computer and see what I can offer you. Do you want an early morning or late at night, and what exact date?"

"I don't really care what time, as long as it's not too expensive. And I need to be in Rome on the 10th."

"Business or coach?"

"Just give me the figures and I'll decide."

"I've got a very early, affordable business class seat on the 10th."

"How early is very early?"

"The flight leaves at seven thirty AM, so you need to be at the airport at five thirty at the latest. Is that possible?"

"I've got no problem with that, so yes, book it."

"OK, done. I'll print the tickets in the office and get them to you, or you can pick them up if you wish."

"Is tomorrow OK for the pickup? You know, I'm closed on Monday, so I have time."

"That's fine. I'll have them ready for you by ten."

"Excellent."

"Anything else I can do for you?"

"Oh, God, I almost forgot, I'll need a car as well."

"I'll have that ready for you tomorrow as well. Any special model you want?"

"As small as it can be, please, maybe one of those small Fiat Cinquecentos?"

"OK, will do, or I can do smaller with a Smart?"

"No, thanks, I tried that once when I was still working. You can't even put your luggage in one of those."

"OK, a Fiat Cinquecento it is."

"So, see you tomorrow then, Maggy."

"Yes, I'll have the coffee ready by the time you come."

"Lovely. Thanks again for doing all this for me on a Sunday."

"Any time you wish to pay me a visit on Sunday, lover."