The Photo shop
by 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 45: The trip to London with Grace
Thursday, December 10, and I still hadn't been able to print Hellen's magazine. Jada still needed to add the final touches and present it to her teacher Sunshine. I urged her to finish everything by the time Grace and I come back from London, perhaps excluding the approval of her teacher who I really wanted to meet. The worst was that I had to call Hellen and inform her that we would be slightly delayed.
"Hi Hellen, I'm afraid we're a bit delayed with the final steps, but by the time I come back from my London trip, Jada will have it finished and hopefully vetted by her teacher, ready for printing, so I expect we'll have everything ready for you by the 15
th
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"That's OK Lew, it is meant as a Christmas present for my husband so don't worry.
"Thanks, dear, I absolutely want this thing to be just as you want, and it is also a project Jada is doing for school and that's why we had to involve her teacher."
"Oh I see, that's great for her, I sure hope the teacher won't make problems with all the nudity and stuff."
"I doubt she will, her nickname is Sunshine, from the musical Hair, she's supposed to be an overaged hippy according to Jada. I haven't met her yet so I'm also very much looking forward to that."
"Don't you worry, and enjoy your trip to London with Grace, I'll see you when you get back.
"Thanks, Hellen; by the way, did I tell you Tanja wants something similar for the club, but with fewer pages and only pictures of things that have happened in the club? Of course, she'll have it printed in much larger quantities by one of the members who owns a print shop, but she wants us to prepare it for him."
"Great, I'm happy to hear that my idea finds more followers: tell Tanja if she wants a copy of mine I'll want a copy of hers."
"I will, cheers now."
Friday, December 11 had finally arrived, the day Grace and I were going on our weekend trip to London. As we wanted to make the most of it we had planned a very early departure. The Eurostar train departed from Brussels at 08:52. To be on the safe side, we had to catch a train at our local train station a little over an hour before, so I got a taxi to pick us up at 7 at Grace's home. Despite all the horror stories we heard about the train service, everything went smoothly, and about ten minutes before departure we were seated in our Business Premier seats onboard the Eurostar, which left on time. For me, it would be the first time I had gone through the Chunnel on a passenger train. I'd done it dozens of times when I visited my colleagues in the UK but then with my car on the shuttle train.
Once I even had a grand tour around the terminal in the UK including a visit to the well-protected control room and everything: one of the perks of working in the logistics world and meeting people also working in that business. I also got regular requests from acquaintances to visit the production line in the plant where I worked, which I gladly arranged, and then sometimes they gave me an inside view of their workplace. But I'm digressing, back to my story. We arrived at St Pancreas station just before 10, an hour younger than when we departed thanks to the time difference. We got ourselves a day card on the tube and proceeded to the hotel. Check-in was only from around 3 pm, but we could drop our bags and start our visit to London immediately.
With all her cruising and traveling, I presumed Grace had been to London before, so I was surprised to learn this was her first time in this wonderful city. There was a time I used to come at least once a year, aside from some business trips, so I did know my way around, which was much appreciated by Grace. The first destination we went to was Leicester Square, to the famous half-price ticket booth, to see which play we could see that evening. We were lucky, they had some great seats for The Mousetrap, the longest playing theatre performance in the city and probably in the world. I had seen a version in Antwerp a few years previously, but never the original. That covered us for the first evening.
That's unfortunately where it ended because London was no more the London I used to visit when I saw numerous plays like Pyjama Tops with a full-size see-through swimming pool on stage where girls came to swim in the nude. I loved it when I could see a play featuring one of the actors from the British comedy series perform live on stage, like in 'Let's get Laid' with John Inman, who played the part of Mister Humphries in 'Are you being served' or 'Indian Ink' where Felicity Kendal from 'The Good Life' did a full frontal. But the absolute top in that genre for me is still 'Oh Calcutta'.
Those were the days, and I only mentioned the plays with nudity in them, but none of that anymore, even Raymond's Revue Bar was gone. I'll probably have to settle for Grace performing a striptease in the hotel room, but enough reminiscing about the good old days, back to our London visit. After we bought the tickets we had a very traditional fish and chips in one of the eateries around Leicester Square.
From there I took her on a leisurely walk via Piccadilly Circus to Regent Street with all its wonderful shops. I promised her we would visit Harrods the next day and maybe a few museums as well. I already knew that by the end of this weekend I would be knackered, and as it turned out, I was.
We returned to the hotel by 5 in the afternoon and checked in. As I was still a gold card HHonors member they gave us a queen superior room. A nice spacious room with two queen beds giving us ample space for some horseplay which didn't take us too long to engage in. As soon as we closed the door behind us, Grace took me in her arms and kissed me as she had never kissed me before.
"Wow, what brought that on?"
"I'm so happy that you brought me here Lew. It has been on my to-do list for so many years and I never found the time nor the opportunity to actually do it, and here we are. Nancy was so jealous when she heard."
"Well you took me on a cruise, something I had been dreaming about for a long time as well, and then the trip to Florida to visit Jeff and Rachel..."
"Speaking of which, I've got a date when they will be coming to Belgium, they'll arrive the third week of January on Saturday the sixteenth. They will stay one week and then continue on to Rome to visit with Gina and Victoria."
"Sounds good, I'll need to make a note in my agenda to keep some time available to take them to the touristy places in Belgium."
"I'm sure they'll appreciate that greatly; they mentioned they wanted to see all the things they've been reading about."
"I'll give them all the info I had prepared for Gina's visit a few months ago."
"Great, but now I need some TLC, please..."
"Your wish is my command, my lady," I replied taking her again in my arms and tenderly kissing her. She opened her mouth, willingly engaging in a slow tongue tango while she rubbed my back. My hands were already busy with the zipper of her dress, taking it slowly down.
"Who said you could undress me, sir!"
"I'm so sorry my lady, but I hoped that you would be willing to give me an appetizer before we go to dinner."
"Oh an appetizer hey, yes that is possible, but then I want one as well."
"Can be done, but I go first!" Upon which I pulled her dress over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, leaving her in her bra and panties. While we were traveling I had seen she wore black nylons that I had presumed were pantyhose, but she had a nice surprise for me: she was wearing a coordinated suspender belt and sheer black stockings.
"Wow, Grace this takes it to a totally different level."
"You like?"
"Absolutely! I just love a woman wearing stockings, you never cease to amaze me, love."
Knowing I always had problems with unclasping a bra I saw her hands already disappear behind her back undoing this hellish piece of female clothing and setting her gorgeous boobs free, pushing them out. I restrained myself and did not grab them immediately but tenderly took her wrists and lifted her arms above her head, putting her tits fully on display. I then slowly slid the tips of my fingers over the inside of her arms towards the objects of my admiration, but bypassed them at the last moment, going further down over the side of her ribcage just to where it ended and then tickling my way up again.
This move had the desired effect on her nipples which I saw getting harder and enlarged as my fingertips got closer and closer to the underside of her tits. That's when I made my move with my mouth directly onto the nipple of her right boob, first giving it a tender kiss after which I sucked it hungrily into my mouth. From the moaning, I knew I had made the correct decision to not attack her fun bags directly but tease them first. The left side was not forgotten but got a different treatment with my tickling fingers ending with the precious nub between my thumb and index finger giving it a firm squeeze which resulted in a squeaky little moan.
With my hands at the top of her panties, I slid down to the floor taking them with me and uncovering the most interesting part of her luscious body, her enticing playground. It was still nicely devoid of pubic hair and already slightly moist, a clear indication I was making all the right moves on her. I could hear it silently sending out a mating call, but before I performed the traditional in and out dance, I first wanted to do an oral assessment of her female juices. I blew on her little wonderland to get them flowing a bit more, which sent shivers throughout her body.
She grabbed my head and pulled it in the direction of that magical place where her legs meet. Again I took it slow, with a quick kiss on her slick womanhood. I could feel that was not entirely to her liking as she pulled a bit harder making my nose touch her little pleasure point. I didn't want to keep her in suspense any longer and gave a good strong lick with the flat of my tongue from the bottom of her snatch all the way to the top and back down again. I was rewarded with more of her tasty juices and some growling and grumbling deep in her throat.
"Oh my God Lew, I almost forgot how good you are at this," she whispered above me while she slightly bent her knees and opened up a little more. As she was standing next to the bed I gave her a little push and she dropped backward on it. This allowed me to grab her ankles and spread her legs wide opening up her playground completely. Now I could really start nibbling at her labia, pulling at the tender flesh with my lips and teeth. After painting her outer and inner labia with my saliva, my tongue went in search of the small bundle of nerves still hiding under its hood at the top. It almost felt like I was drawn by a magnet to the magic little appendage which immediately came peeking out ready to be toyed with.
I immediately went to town on her prized jewel, licking it and pulling at it with my lips and ultimately my teeth. They always say that only women can do multiple things at the same time. I was determined to prove the opposite, that males could too, by using my hands to bring pleasure to the rest of her body, especially her beautiful, firm boobs. Also, there were these little nubbins, very much like her clit that loved to be squeezed and tickled. By doing just that I could feel I was sending tremors rippling down straight to her clit.
