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 82: Fleur and Zoë's Trip to Italy

It had been a while since I had heard anything about Zoë and Fleur, Tanja's Canadian sidekicks, so I went down to the cellar with some cock-and-bull story to find out if she had heard anything from her friends.

"Hello Tanja, how's tricks?"

"Well, well, if it isn't my landlord paying me a visit. Is there anything I can do for you again? Do you need another free visit to the club with one of your friends?"

"Not exactly. I was more wondering about some of your friends."

"Oh, who might that be?"

"Your Canadian sidekicks, Fleur and Zoë."

"They aren't my Canadian sidekicks; they're my cruise friends."

"OK, your cruise friends then, but where are they? Are they still cruising Europe, or have they returned home yet?"

"No, didn't I tell you, they're in Italy at the moment, visiting Gina and Victoria."

"And how are they doing, having tremendous lesbian fun with the girls?"

"You have no idea."

"You seem to know more. Spill, woman, don't keep me in the dark; you know I like a good sex story, which I presume this to be."

"I know a few things, yes."

"How?"

"They send me regular updates by email."

"Care to share the emails?"

"I'm not sure if I can break the confidence--they're rather specific and detailed."

"More specific than what I experienced with them when I had to take them to the apartment upon your instructions?"

"No, probably not."

"So, are you going to share with me?"

"OK, I'll send you their first email this evening."

"Oh, there's more than one?"

"Yes, I've got two so far, one of their Roman adventures, and I hope to get another one after their trip to Tuscany."

"They're going to visit Antonia?"

"Yes, and your good friend Dawn."

"Oh my God, that will most probably give sparks."

"Sparks? It'll be more like fireworks, I guess."

"Now you really made me curious. Send those emails quickly, please."

"OK, you old lecher, if I've got time, I'll send it tonight. Now shoo, I've got work to do."

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Fleur.martinet@zoho.ca reply reply to all forward

Subject: Fwd:Our first week in Italy

Dearest Tanja,

We had a very nice flight, right on time, and the service on board was excellent. Well, that's what you expect when you fly business class, of course. Aside from the flight, we had a totally unexpected and very pleasant surprise on board. We found out that Lew has an admirer on board these Brussels Airlines flights, Georgina, but you know all that, of course. It was all revealed during the chat we had with her. I don't know how it all started, but at a certain point during our flight, she asked where we came from and what our plans were for Italy.

Of course, we told her, and during that conversation, she told us she had a Belgian friend who also went to Italy regularly and where he stayed. You can imagine that the conversation really started when we told her we were staying at the same place. And that's how we found out we had a couple of common friends in Belgium.

As you can imagine, one thing led to another, and soon we told her about our adventures in the club, and from there it never stopped. She also told us about her adventures with you.

At a certain point in time, one of the other passengers in business class began to complain that she was spending all her time with the two of us and said he would send an official complaint to the airline about the service on board.

Unfortunately, that put an end to our conversation, but it was great to hear about both you and Lew. Whenever we get back to Belgium, and I hope we will, you need to tell us all about what happened with Georgina and her relationship with Lew, or maybe you can email us? Lew never mentioned her.

But back to our adventures in sunny Italy. Thanks to the excellent instructions from Grace, we had no trouble finding the villas of Gina and Victoria, so we made good time between landing and arriving there.

When we pulled up on the driveway of their place, the front door swung open, and both Gina and Victoria greeted us...believe it or not, in the buff.

We couldn't believe our eyes when we saw this. It immediately set the tone for our visit. When I asked them if this was their normal way to greet customers, they assured us it was not, but in this particular case, they said, they had been briefed by their friends in Belgium. I wonder who these friends were in Belgium they were referring to?

Whoever did it, I can assure you it was a very pleasant surprise. They are both so beautiful and tanned all over.

When inside, we quickly joined them and shed our clothes as well. So we got a tour of their house, yes, in the raw. A touch here and a touch there made it immediately clear that we were in for a sex-filled stay in Italy, but maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.

Looking at our white skin, they suggested we had to be very careful in the sun and use lots of lotion, so when we joined them for a first tanning session at their lovely pool, they insisted on applying the lotion to our delicate skin themselves, especially the parts that had almost never been exposed to the sun before.

It immediately turned into a very arousing session, as you can imagine. Gina is a very beautiful girl, and I immediately felt attracted to her, and when she started to apply the sun lotion to my skin, I lost it. Her hands felt so good on my body, and she knew exactly how to get my engine purring. She started slowly, suggesting I lie on my stomach so she could do my back, as that is rather difficult to do yourself. When she started, I immediately felt shivers going through my body. She had such soft hands and touch.

Not only was she trying to protect my skin, but she knew exactly how to relax the muscles in my shoulders. When I then felt her hands slowly but surely go down my spine towards my tush, my juices started flowing. As you can imagine, I was a bit embarrassed, especially when I felt one of her hands creep between my legs. It didn't stay there very long but quickly moved down my leg, joined by the other hand on my other leg.

All of a sudden, I heard someone moan, and when I looked, I realized it was Zoë who was being covered with sun lotion by Victoria, who was doing exactly the same to her as Gina was doing to me, the quick pussy visit included. When Gina reached my feet, her hands began moving up again, but so slowly it was almost unbearable. Never before in my life had my legs been touched in a similar fashion. Every tiny move of her fingers felt like it was transmitting little electric shocks, putting my entire body on fire.

The closer her fingers came to my core, the hotter I became. When they finally reached the spot where my legs join my body, I couldn't help but open them wide, giving her unrestricted access, of which she took full advantage. The things her fingers did with my labia were incredible. It was soft and yet compelling. A torrent of searing pleasure burned through my body. But she was clearly not set to take me over the edge yet.

When I looked sideways, I saw that Zoë was also verging on the brink, but exactly like me, Victoria was clearly trying to keep her on edge as well, not allowing her to plunge into a body-wracking climax yet. She played her like a virtuoso.

All of a sudden, the scene changed with a big whack on my butt, while Zoë got the same treatment. I asked her what was going on. She told me she thought we were too far gone already, and they didn't want us to come yet.

"Why," I asked. "We love to come."

"Yes, of course," Gina replied, "so do we, but I think that if you were to bring us to the same height you are at, and we could reach a peak together, it would be much more fun." I had to admit that she might be right there.

Well, you know me; I love to eat as much as I love to be eaten. Gina fully agreed with me, but I asked her if I could be allowed to try and make it a bit more interesting.

"Sure, what do you have in mind?" Gina asked, not understanding what I had in mind. When I suggested we also switch partners, she was a bit puzzled, asking me if I preferred playing with my girlfriend, Zoë. "No, of course not," I replied, explaining I would love to play with Victoria for a change.

She looked a bit vexed and wanted to know if I didn't like her body. I reassured her that she has a wonderful body but pointed to more similarities between my body and Victoria's. At first, she didn't understand what I meant, but when I pointed to my boobs, she immediately understood I was referring to Victoria's gigantic tits, which you know are even a couple of sizes bigger than mine.

She immediately agreed, also wanting to have a go at Zoë's A cups, size-wise more comparable to her own B's. After another half hour of touching, licking, and sucking resulting in four earth-shattering orgasms, it got far too hot in the sun. That, accompanied by all the juices that had flowed, made our bodies sticky, which we remedied by hitting the outside shower and then jumping into the pool.

Refreshed, they took us to our villa so we could unpack our stuff and have a bit of a rest. As we didn't want to scandalize the neighborhood, we did get dressed, but just barely. The girls assured us that it happened regularly that people were passing from one villa to another, just wearing swimming trunks or a bikini. Some more adventurous ones even went topless, and I am not referring to the guys.

In the evening, Gina took us to her brother's restaurant for dinner, and we had the pleasure of meeting Lew's big love, Catharina, and her lovely husband, Mario. We also found out that there are a lot of similarities between Italian and French. I think if I'd put my mind to it, I could learn the language very easily.

So now you are fully up to speed with our first day in sunny Italy. When I find the time, I will send you some more of our adventures in a couple of days. From what Gina told me, we are going to be very busy the next couple of weeks. Aside from a fully guided tour of the lovely city of Rome, they want to take us to Tuscany to visit the winery where Catharina studied as a sommelier. Apparently, the thing is still run by the same old lady who taught Catharina all she knows about wine.

Kisses and love from both of us,

Fleur and Zoë

It looked like the girls were immediately thrown into the deep end, having lesbian fun upon their arrival. I indeed wonder what Gina and Victoria have in store for them, especially when they plan to take them to Tuscany. I sure hope they will meet Dawn, who, as far as I know, is still studying there. So when I hadn't received the second mail after a few days, I called Tanja.

"Hello Tanja, your favorite landlord here."

"Oh, hi, Lew, what's up?"

"Haven't you forgotten something?"

"Me? No, I don't think so. The rent is paid as far as I know, isn't it?"

"Absolutely, and I appreciate your punctuality, although if you give a standing order to the bank, you will never forget it."

"That's what I did ages ago, silly, so what else is missing? Need a visit to the club or, more personal, a fuck?"

"No, not immediately, and if I did, I have other candidates."

"Already tired of me, are you?"

"No again, I'm expecting something from you."

"Oh, God, Lew, spit it out; you are always so annoying with your riddles."

"OK, I'll give you a hint. It comes from Canada."

"You mean Fleur and Zoë?"

"Yes."

"They're in Italy for the moment.

"Yes, and?"

"I have no idea what it is you want...Oh, my God, yes, now I remember I promised you a copy of their e-mail... but hang on a sec, I sent it to you."

"Yes, and you promised to send me the consecutive ones as well. They must have mailed you again already?"

"Yes, they have, and have I forgotten to forward it to you?"

"Finally, she gets it, and YES! You've forgotten it, so I'm dying here for more news."

"You poor thing. OK, let me put you out of your misery; I'll send the second one to you immediately."

"Thank you."

"Have you got it?"

"Yes, it just popped in my mailbox."

"Well, prepare for some juicy stories. They're having a ball--what am I saying? They're having a sex ball. My guess is their pussies must be aching by now."

"Maybe I should reconsider and take you up on your proposal of having a fuck with you after all. These stories always make me so horny."

"You had your chance, Buster; you better call one of your other friends with benefits. I'm sure one of them will be all too happy to accommodate you, or else use your right hand. Bye, Lew, have fun." She put the phone down.

Well, at least I had what I wanted: the continued adventures in Italy of a Canadian lesbian couple.

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Fleur.martinet@zoho.ca reply reply to all forward

Subject: Fwd:Visiting Rome

Dearest Tanja,

After our arrival in Rome and the initial, but oh so pleasant, shock of the welcome by Gina and Victoria, we were wondering what else they had in store for us for the rest of our vacation. After they took us to our villa, and we started unpacking, we talked about our unexpected welcome. Do I need to mention that one thing led to another, and halfway through our unpacking, we ended up in bed, still very horny after our fun and games with Gina and Victoria? God, they are so beautiful. I loved playing with Victoria's boobs but am still so very much in love with Zoë's small ones as well that I had to touch them as quickly as possible, so I grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head.

As you can imagine, we hadn't bothered to put our bras back on after the play with our hosts, so I had immediate access to her sensitive knobs, holding them, squeezing them, and sucking on her nipples, which, as you can imagine, became rock hard within seconds. While I was doing that, Zoë undid the buttons of my blouse, squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples between her index finger and thumb, giving me the most exciting feeling. I love it when she does that. She knows exactly the right amount of pressure she needs to apply to make my body sing.

It didn't take us long to move into a 69 position and start feasting on each other's cores. Ten minutes later, we lay panting in each other's arms from another earth-shaking orgasm. All of a sudden, I woke up and, looking at the clock, saw that we had been sleeping for two hours, so I quickly woke Zoë as well to continue with our unpacking. The rest of the afternoon, we enjoyed the sun and the Jacuzzi.

We had agreed to join Gina and Victoria for dinner at Gina's brother's restaurant downtown. Another surprise awaited us when Gina's mom and dad joined us. You know, Lew's love of his life--well, that's what we've been told she was. I'm not sure that it was mutual, though. Catharina and Mario acted like a couple of teenagers who'd just fallen in love. So maybe when you forward this mail to Lew, which I'm sure you will, you might want to remove this paragraph. I don't want Lew to feel sad when he reads this.

Of course, Tanja had completely forgotten to do this, or she knew I wouldn't take offense or feel sad about it. I knew how in love Catharina and Mario still were. I'd seen it at the anniversary party, and I loved her even more for it.

Anyway, we had a great time at the restaurant with all the different dishes Marco kept on putting in front of us. I can't understand how Italian women stay so thin with all this delicious food. Well, maybe when they get a bit older, some do seem to put a bit more meat on their bones. Not Catharina, though; she still has the figure of a thirty-year-old. Mario, on the other hand, has a middle-aged paunch. But I think he's a bit older than Catharina, isn't he?

We finally got back to the villa around midnight, completely bushed. We were asleep even before our heads hit the pillow.

The next day at eight, somebody was banging on our door--Victoria, as it turned out--when I crawled out of bed and opened the door. We were summoned to come and enjoy a bright and sunny day and our breakfast. Fifteen minutes later, we joined them in their place for a scrumptious breakfast. We were still digesting all the wonderful food we had had the night before, so we had to disappoint them a bit by only eating some toast and fruit. What did pick us up was a nice glass of Spumante to start the breakfast, though.

By ten o'clock, we hit the road for a big tour of the city, visiting all the historical places, the Vatican, and St. Peter's Square, where they showed us the spots, which are known as the optical illusion points or the centering disc (in Italian,centro del colonnato). If you stand on one of the two special marble discs in the square, marked on the ground between the colonnades designed by Gian Lorenzo Bernini, you'll see the four rows of columns align perfectly, creating the illusion of a single row of columns. Bernini designed this effect intentionally as part of the Baroque tradition of visual tricks.

We marveled at the paintings on the ceiling and behind the altar by Michelangelo in the Sistine Chapel, and of course, the paintings by all the other painters who participated, among whom one of my favorites, Botticelli, who painted the birth of Venus, one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. The woman who modeled for this work of art was acclaimed as the most beautiful woman in Florence at the time. I wonder if we'll see some more paintings of her, or similar beautiful women, when we visit Florence.