This is the story of how I got involved with a couple who needed a private photographer and the adventures that I had with them. Names have been changed to protect their identities!
As a nineteen-year-old student with his own flat, and a burgeoning photography hobby I made ends meet by working part time in a camera store. Marie had been in a couple of times. She was asking about home developing equipment, but she didn't strike me as a typical photography enthusiast. I had tried to explain how to set up a darkroom and about the various chemicals, but I had the feeling she felt out of her depth.
One night, I had just finished at the store and had arranged to meet a friend in a nearby bar. I had just got myself a drink and sat down, when she came over to me.
'You're from the camera shop, aren't you? Mind if I join you for a minute?' She asked.
Well, a few things went through my mind. Was she just going to continue to pick my brains about photography? I'd been doing that all day and it was my time now. But another part of my brain was the sex starved nineteen-year-old that had a bit of a thing for older women. Sure, she was twice my age, but she also looked like she was gym fit in her skin-tight jeans. Not that I felt I had any chance with her!
At first, it seemed like she was just picking my brains on my free time. But then she explained the real reason for her interest in darkrooms and developing.
'My husband likes to take photographs of me that are a bit 'racy,' but last time we sent a film away they didn't print half of them. It seems that it's not their policy to print adult pictures. I thought maybe I could develop them myself next time, but it seems so complicated.'
My perverted nineteen-year-old self saw a glimmer of voyeuristic opportunity. I could offer to develop those pictures and that way I'd get to see them. It seemed like a faint chance, but I played the card.
'I could develop them for you.' I blurted out. I half expected her to pour her drink over me. But I tried to seem earnest and willing to help. 'I do my own developing.'
Well she didn't pour her drink over me, she asked me when and how much it would cost. I told her that she could just pay me for the chemicals and paper, and that I was free on Sunday. She wrote my address into her diary, finished her drink and left.
On Sunday morning I wondered if she would show up. I had been fantasising about seeing her naked pictures. I would perhaps be the only person apart from her husband to see them and I would see them first. But perhaps she would get cold feet and not turn up. But sure enough, at 10 o'clock sharp there was a knock at my door and Marie was there. In my mind she was going to leave the film and come back later, but no, she would love to see me do the developing. She also wanted to see my darkroom. Well my darkroom was spectacularly unimpressive back them. The only spare room in my small flat was about 6 feet by 8. The window was blacked out by a thick black sheet. There was a table, developing trays and bottles of chemicals and a tiny red lamp. It was a bit cramped and not at all impressive.
The first part of the task involved loading her film into the developing tank. It's all done by feel and then once the film was loaded I was able to switch on the light and add the chemicals. I set the timer and then offered her tea while we waited for the chemicals to do their work. I was concentrating on timings, not wanting to mess things up, but finally the last rinse was done, and it was time to open the tank and see the negatives for the first time. Now I started to get the first whiff of excitement. I was looking at this sexy woman with a gorgeous bum standing next to me, and in a moment I would get glimpses of the horny poses she had been in for her husband's camera.
I carefully took out the negative and hung it up. Already, I could see that there were shots of her in lingerie at the start, and one later pose that thrilled me of her naked from behind. But I couldn't really take a good look at this point as it would have seemed too obvious. I would have to be patient, but my mouth was getting dry in anticipation. I was going to see this woman naked very soon. I just had to keep it together and do the prints.
When the negatives were dry I showed her how the enlarger worked, and asked if we were to print all of them and what size? I loaded the first negative and showed her how I could adjust it to different sizes. Obviously, the larger sheets of paper cost more, so perhaps she might want to choose only her favourites for the larger size? We started looking at each negative in turn. Still I'm only seeing negative images, but I am seeing more of what is to come. The first few are lingerie shots, there's a couple where she's topless in tiny panties. Then, she's naked from various angles. Already, my dick is twitching and I'm wishing I had worn looser jeans!
'You're a man, perhaps you should choose the best ones? Maybe print all of them in the standard size and your favourite three large size?'
Well, this was great. I was now getting the perfect excuse to have a really good look at all of them. I set to work. I asked if she wanted to come back later as it would take a while to print them all. I had a simple setup, not a production line. But no, she wanted to watch. One by one, the pictures appeared, got fixed, rinsed and hung up to dry. I was looking at the sexy pictures and the woman herself was standing so close I could smell her perfume and hear her breathing. Some of the pictures were so hot that I was getting really aroused. It didn't help that she started resting her hand on my shoulder as she watched me work. She was so close that at one point her long black hair brushed my cheek. Eventually, the standard prints were all done. I made some more tea and started laying the nearly dry prints out on my coffee table in the lounge.
'Now you need to help me choose the best three,' she said.
Well, I already knew which ones I would pick, but once we were finished I wouldn't see them again. I wanted to take a long look at each one. I wanted to try and keep a mental image for a wank after she had gone. She sat really close to me on the sofa. We picked up different ones in turn. She clearly had a fantastic body, but she would find fault with it in ways that invited me to talk about her body.
'My tits are a bit saggy.'
