The Photo Shop

The Photo Shopby Candyman666©

All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. Please don't be afraid to let me know what you think of my stories. 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.

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 79: A Relaxing Afternoon with Gladys

Finally, the long-awaited promised day for a relaxing afternoon with Gladys had arrived, and Lew slept in as he needed to recover from the strenuous time he had spent with John and especially Lizy, not to forget the impromptu romp with his lovely cleaning lady Petra; Lizzy had not been an easy woman to satisfy, but he hoped that he finally did and made her long-awaited dream come true. He didn't expect to hear how she experienced it, but he was seriously mistaken, as he was rudely awoken around 10 by the phone ringing.

Extending his arm, he picked up the phone. "Hello," he mumbled.

"Lew? Oh my God, did I wake you? Tanja here."

"Hello Tanja, and yes, you did; I was still very much in dreamland."

"Recovering from Lizzy and John's visit?"

"How could you guess?"

"Was it that strenuous?"

"You have no idea. With all the stories you've been feeding Lizy, she wanted to experience it all. Was there anything about me you didn't share with her?"

"As far as I remember I didn't tell her all that much about you. I thought I had told her more about Jack than about you."

"You don't say."

"Anyway, I'm calling to tell you that she is over the moon with what you did with her. She can't stop singing your praises, and she keeps repeating that it's been years since she had such a good time."

"Well, I'm happy for her. Is that why you so rudely woke me?"

"Sorry again, Lew. I thought you would want to know how happy you made your latest model."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to keep recovering for another hour from that session as I have another woman I need to make happy today."

"Oh, do tell, anybody I know?"

"If you must know, it's Gladys."

"Oh, a new flame?"

"No, not really. I've known Gladys since I was 18."

"An old flame then, like Alicia?"

"Alicia's daughter-in-law, widow of my friend George, Alicia's son."

"Sorry, I had no idea you were still in touch with her."

"I saw her again when I was invited for a small New Year's party with Alicia on January 2. I hadn't seen her since George's funeral a year before."

"And now you have a date with her?"

"Well, I promised I wouldn't stay away that long again. After all, the poor woman is alone, except for her daughter Ariel, but again, I forgot to call her."

"Yeah, we do keep you busy, don't we?"

"Yes, you do."

"OK, I'll let you sleep for another hour so that you're ready to go on your date with this old flame of yours."

"Thanks, Tanja; I very much appreciate it. Talk to you soon."

"Yes, bye, Lew," after which she put the phone down.

Of course, Lew was fully awake now, so he thought he might as well get out of bed and hit the shower, but first, he needed a cup of tea and a croissant to get his motor going. Because of Tanja's call, he had plenty of time to prepare for an afternoon of fun with Gladys -- you know, shaving all over. You never know what will happen, but he was pretty sure he would end up in one or other bed with Gladys, hers or his; only the future would tell.

At a quarter to twelve, Lew drove off to pick her up, as agreed. When he drove up the driveway in front of her garage, the front door already swung open wide. She was clearly expecting him. Getting out of the car, Lew was greeted by a big smile.

"Hello, Lew, I see that you brought sunshine with you."

"Yes, I have taken eggs toDe Arme Klarento get that, and they came through for me with the sunny weather, so I guess we'll be having lunch in Mario's backyard."

(In Belgium, when we want nice weather for a certain event, we bring eggs to the nunnery of "The Poor Clares," officially the order of Saint Clare.)

"Excellent! I love eating outdoors. Is it a nice garden?"

"Absolutely. Mario had it designed by a famous garden designer, and it's rather big, so aside from having plenty of space for the tables, it's worthwhile to have a stroll as well. I know there are plenty of special plants and flowers."

"Oh, wonderful, maybe I can pick up some ideas for my own backyard."

"I'm sure you will, dear. Shall we go?"

During this little conversation, Gladys had given Lew plenty of time to take a good look at her, and he saw that she had done a wonderful job of sprucing herself up for the occasion. Although she was a full-bodied woman, she could pull it off with ease. She wore a flowery summer dress with a plunging neckline that allowed Lew a dazzling look down the cleavage of her D cups, which he remembered well from the January 2 romp.

When women have nice legs, they usually keep them till a ripe old age, and although Lew would never refer to Gladys as an old woman, she was after all 58, barely 2 years his junior. She had great legs and knew it, as the hem of the dress ended a couple of inches above her knees, giving them the showing they deserved.

As it was a nice warm summery day, she wore no stockings, allowing Lew to see that her legs had a nice sun-kissed tone, telling him she must either go to a tanning salon, tan in her garden, or had already gone on a vacation to the South of Europe, like so many do.

Later, he was to find out how she got her nice tanned legs, and it was not only her legs, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Despite the plunging neckline, Lew couldn't detect if she was wearing a bra or not, but with the size of her boobs, he could hardly imagine she wouldn't. In that respect, she was still a classic dresser, always wearing a bra and panties. Lew held the door of the car open for her to step aboard. Now he was really treated to almost the full show of her sexy legs with the dress riding up as she took her seat.

When he got in the car, she looked at him with a stern look. "Were you ogling my legs just now, Lew?"

When Lew looked at her and started to stammer some kind of apology, she gave him a mischievous smile, "I'm just pulling your leg, Lew. I love it when men secretly try to look at my legs or any other part of my body. It means I'm still nice to look at."

"I can assure you, Gladys, your legs can compete with a lot of the women's legs I have photographed in the past years."

"Oh, since when do you only photograph women's legs and not their boobs and pussies, or have legs become a fetish of yours?"

"No, absolutely not. I still love to take pictures of the complete woman. I do have my favorite female body parts, but I usually still go for the whole picture."

"And what might these favorite female body parts be? I'm curious; most men go for the tits or the ass; do you have others?"

Turning slightly red,yes, he can still get embarrassed when asked these types of questions,Lew replied, "My favorite part is the female abdomen with the belly button."

"I see, one of the most difficult parts to keep in shape."

"Yes, but when a woman has a nicely toned midriff -- mind you, it doesn't have to be a six-pack -- it shows she's taking good care of herself."

"Yes, and the same goes for a man," she quickly replied.

"Absolutely! I would die if I were sporting a big beer belly, looking like a woman in the 8thor 9thmonth of her pregnancy."

"OK, the midriff, and which part is second? Now, don't try to tell me it's not boobs."

"No, you're absolutely right. I'm a tit man rather than an ass man, and with you, I think I have a winner."

"Thanks for the compliment. Yes, the tit fairy was very generous to me, and if you saw my daughter now, you would notice she's following in her mother's footsteps."

"I thought she was more like Alicia."

"When you saw her January 2, yes, but she was still growing and catching up with me. I only hope she won't surpass me."

"Why, would you be jealous if she developed into an E?"

"No, not jealous, but sorry. These things do weigh a lot and can cause some serious back pain."

When they arrived at Mario's, and Lew opened the car door again for her, he got another view down her dress and her legs as she slid out. She looked into his eyes with a mischievous smile on her lips, telling him without words she enjoyed his ogling her.

Lew led her through the small garden door into the backyard of Mario's. The view did take her breath away.

"Oh my God, Lew, this is beautiful! I never thought that there was such a beautiful garden behind this place."

And beautiful it was. The designer of the garden had created a small paradise, with plenty of flowers of all colors, hedges, and trees to provide shade without using parasols, which Lew thought don't actually lower the temperature. Even under a parasol, it's still very hot in the summer, but under a tree, it really feels cool and pleasant. With the hedges and bushes, small private alcoves had been made, creating the feeling of total privacy for the people having a meal there. Lew guessed that in the evening, when it was a bit darker, you could actually make love with your partner without anybody else noticing, provided, of course, that you don't make too much noise. Mario confirmed later, when he came over for a chat and to present his menu, that he had indeed caught some of his guests making out between courses.

Lew promised him that they would not engage in any extracurricular activities during their meal, which resulted in a little knowing smile on Mario's face and a tap against his nose -- luckily for Lew, unseen by Gladys. After all, they were just having lunch as friends, not as lovers.

The remainder of the day would prove how wrong he was again. Why is it that he always ends up in bed with these women? It must be something in his genes, he guessed.

But I'm getting ahead of myself again.

Their first priority now was to have a very nice lunch together and reminisce about the past and how fast everything goes in one's life. As usual, Mario outdid himself in the kitchen. He presented them with some of his signature dishes, even surprising Gladys, who is used to special restaurants, regularly being invited by suppliers.

After about an hour and a half of Italian delicacies, they finished the meal with another Italian classic, Zabaglione, prepared at the table by Chef Mario himself. He was a real ace at making the eight movements in the pot with his whisk. Lew asked him to go easy on the alcohol. After all, he was the driver and wanted to take Gladys back home safely.

Gladys suggested having the coffee at her place; she knew Lew was not a big fan of the strong Italian coffees typically served in restaurants or coffee bars. He knew she had a sophisticated coffee machine that could produce a divine latte macchiato, one of his favorites.

You immediately see where this is going to lead, of course, and you are so right.

When they arrived at her place, she told him to take a seat on the sofa and relax; she was going to prepare a latte macchiato he would thoroughly enjoy, and she would brew a very strong black coffee for herself. When she took her seat next to him, Lew turned to her and asked, "So, you've decided what you would like to do?"

The smile blossomed onto Gladys's face when she realized Lew would be open to some extracurricular activities. He noticed how she immediately relaxed.

"Oh, I've been plotting this afternoon for a while," she said, her smile broadening further. "But I think I've changed my mind."

Lew was almost positive he knew what Gladys had in mind. Her face was remarkably demonstrative, and he had watched her expression change from pensive to overexcited to conclusive.

"Are you open to suggestions?" Lew asked.

"Depends on what you have in mind," Gladys replied. She believed that whatever he had in store for her would be wonderful, even if it might not be exactly what she wanted. She giggled when Lew took her coffee cup from her and placed it on the small table in front of them.

"Today, dearest, is all about you," Lew said, dipping his head downward and gently pressing his lips to Gladys's. His hands stroked her cheek and her hair before he ran his fingers down her neck.

Gladys shuddered. Somehow, Lew had picked up on whatever signals she had given. She was in the mood for slow and gentle lovemaking with a man who cared for her, and he felt the time was ripe to slowly undress her and reveal her gorgeous body. Lew wanted to feel her skin against his, which proved later on was exactly what Gladys also wanted.

As if drawn by a magnet, Lew's hands moved to the top of her dress at her back, where he grabbed the tag of the zipper. She leaned forward to facilitate the task at hand. When, after a very slow descent, the zipper was at her lower back, he gently took the spaghetti straps holding up the dress, slid them off her shoulders, and let the dress slide down, revealing a big but very sexy bra. Her arms went back around his neck, and she resumed their tongue tango while pressing her still-covered breasts against his chest.

After a good five minutes of exchanging spit, she pulled back, looked deep into Lew's eyes, moved her hands to the top of his shirt, and started undoing the buttons. When they were all undone, her hands moved themselves around his neck and slid under the shirt towards his shoulders, slowly lowering the shirt. He sat up briefly to facilitate her move and quickly undid the buttons at the cuffs. A few moments later, she had him topless.

Usually, this was his cue to start the removal of the woman's bra, but he altered his routine for Gladys' upper torso. Lew kept his kisses soft and light on her skin, but his hands no longer massaged her shoulders and upper back. Instead, he made long, gentle strokes of his fingernails up and down Gladys' ribs. He remembered Gladys wasn't very ticklish, but his movements caused her to squirm with another sensation.

He lowered the straps of her bra off her shoulders, after first undoing the clasp in the back, until an erect nipple made an appearance. Lew's pink tongue met her tanned bud softly before he moved his kisses to the rest of her large breast. He moved back to kiss her lips after repeating the process on the other side. That's when Lew found out that she was tanned all over--well, at least her boobs were nicely colored, just like the rest of her upper body.

High time to unveil the remainder of her mature body. Lew took her hands and made her stand up, and her dress immediately fell to the floor, leaving her in just her panties and heels. After she stepped out of the dress, he picked it up, knowing that Gladys was always very meticulous about her clothing. After folding it, he put it on the armrest of the settee. Lew couldn't resist the urge to get her completely naked and put his hands on the rim of her panties, grabbed the elastic, and started pulling them down, revealing her nicely trimmed pussy.

As Gladys was still standing up and Lew was sitting on the floor, he was now face-to-face with her lovely pussy, and he couldn't resist the urge to give it a small peck, resulting in a light moan from her side. He then grabbed her hips and pushed her down on the sofa. Working his way down, he planted a kiss atop her foot before working his way back up. Lew took several minutes to massage the muscles of her calves while raining kisses from her ankle to her knee. Then he repeated the process on her toned thighs and hamstrings.

Gladys couldn't believe how erotic the whole thing was. She had never experienced something that felt so innocent but also felt so naughty. Lew noticed the wetness at the juncture of her legs but bypassed the erogenous zones at her midsection. He planted a kiss at the juncture of her legs but refrained from burying his face in her mound like he guessed she wanted him to do. No need to say Lew was getting pretty aroused by what he was doing as well.

Gladys put one hand under his chin, lifted his head, and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Based on the stories I heard about you, you've done it again, haven't you?"

"What did I do again, dear?" Lew replied innocently, knowing very well what she was referring to.

"Don't you play innocent with me, mister! Completely undressing the lady but keeping your own clothes on."

"We have all afternoon," he replied with a smile. "So we can take our time, and I can enjoy every part of your sexy body before allowing you to touch mine."

Gladys smiled, grabbed his head with both hands, and guided his mouth to her gorgeous boobs, making it crystal clear what she wanted him to do. Who was he to refuse her request?

Lew wanted her to know that he understood her need to be touched and made love to. He wanted her to know that he had looked inside the person everyone else saw and found the woman underneath; and that he wanted to make love to that person as much as he loved anything in the world. The look on her face when he slid down again to her pleasure center told him he might have succeeded.

Lew couldn't help running his fingers through the little auburn patch of hair at the top of her lovely pussy. He also couldn't help dipping his tongue downward to sample the nectar that emanated from below that little patch of pubic hair. Once he was there, he couldn't bring himself to stop.

Gladys spread her legs further to give Lew full access to her pleasure center. She was ready for this part of the afternoon to get underway. Like the rest of his movements, he moved his tongue slowly and softly through her petals. Gladys found herself shifting her hips to try to force more urgent contact. She gasped and came when he slid his finger into her moisture.

"Please," Gladys panted. "Please let's go to the bedroom and make love to me."

Lew was more than ready to accede to that request. She took his hand and guided him to the bedroom. Once there, he slipped his trousers and boxers down, finally equalizing their state of undress. He then laid Gladys on the big bed, crawled onto it between her legs, and slid upward until he was face-to-face with her. She reached between their bodies and lined up Lew's cock as they shared another warm kiss.

Another small orgasm hit when she felt the head slide across her clit, split her lips and inside her. But Lew didn't pick up the pace. He continued to provide gentle pleasure, never allowing Gladys' sensations to recede completely. She could feel almost every inch of his cock slide in and out of her, dragging itself across her sensitive hood. His lips never left hers, and they held hands as he made love to her.

"Let me get on top for a while," Gladys urged while she made the move. She had either been on the verge of orgasm or experiencing one for almost forty minutes. Lew didn't pull out. Instead, he pushed in further, and they rolled together. They didn't even break their kiss. It was a move Gladys had never managed to accomplish successfully before.

Gladys' hands sought out Lew's again, and they intertwined fingers as she began rocking back and forth on his intruder. She had lost count of the number of cums she had experienced, mostly because they had started to run together from almost the instant Lew had entered her.

Her movements gained more urgency until she felt Lew finally empty his load into her pussy. The sensation made her last orgasm the strongest of the day, and she put her head on his shoulder to recover. She loved the fact that she was tall enough that she could cuddle with him while he was still inside of her.