Kids! Don't try this at home! Unprotected sex leads to many bad things. A fantasy, based on a lovely lady who is not my photography student, nor any sort of partner, sexual or otherwise.
Darkrooms are sexy places. Ever since my friend Peter used to feel up girls in the high school yearbook darkroom – with full compliance and complicity – I have known darkrooms to be wonderful places.
Developing large format photography negatives needs to be done in complete darkness. I had a stack of six 4-by-5 inch pieces of film in a tray of water – the presoak that gets them wet and ready to accept developer. It was important to shuffle them to get them evenly wet. Between the sink and me, however, was Sue, my 18-year-old student. It was her first time developing big negatives, and wrapping my arms around her from behind, I could hold her wrists and help guide her actions.
Sue had been a photography student for four years. I had watched grow from an awkward, coltish, skinny girl into an adept dancer: graceful, and lovely. Tall, with long dark hair, big dark eyes, she had a tight dancer's body with long legs atop a tight, shapely ass. She looked as if she had a goodly bit of Native American ancestry. A dazzling smile, and real charisma when I saw her dance on stage. One of the most naturally sexy women I had ever known. She had recently turned 18, and I had recently taken an interest. Younger women had little appeal to me. Sue had always been lovely and sexy, but it didn't cause me a hormone rush – it just always seemed wrong of me to lust after a child. And so I didn't lust.
But something had definitely happened in the three months since she had turned 18. For one thing, her photography had made an incredible leap – it had gone from adolescent self-consciousness to a deeply heartfelt maturity. She had also matured, and begun to shed the self-absorption so many teenagers have. She, in other words, was turning into a spectacular young woman.
And so, my sexual interest in her had started, and grown. Soon, I was totally infatuated with her, and lusting after her tight body. I also knew her well. She was lovely on the inside, too, if a bit of a vixen, which of course only increased her appeal. She had never really expressed an interest in large format photography, preferring to work in 35mm and medium format. It is with a little guilt that I admit I had encouraged her to try large format just because I knew we would have to work in the darkroom in complete dark. I had anticipated this moment.
I moved a little closer, pressing my groin against her wonderful ass. I felt my dick stirring. As I said, darkrooms are sexy places, and something about being in complete dark magnified the effect.
"Take it out from underneath and drop it on top of the stack, and press down with your left thumb," I said, as we shuffled negatives in the tray. "Then take the next one out from underneath."
"I think I get it," Sue said uncertainly. She kept up shuffling. I couldn't see her in the dark, but her smell was intoxicating, a sweet, subtle perfume, and a delicate shampoo. Her arm movements became more confident. I moved my hands to her waist. It was so muscular and tight. A dancer's muscle tone. My hands moved under her loose shirt and took her gently by the waist, hands now on warm skin. It felt so good. My chin moved her hair out of the way and I nuzzled her neck.
"Do you mind if I do this?" I whispered in her ear.
"No, I like it. But what about the negatives?" she said, her breathing just a little heavy.
"They can stay in the water a long time, with no harm done," I murmured as I nuzzled her jaw line.
She reached behind my head to hold my hair. With her arm up, I moved a hand up inside her loose shirt to cup her breast through her bra. Not large, but a delightful handful. I felt her hard nipple through its fabric. I nipped her neck and pinched her nipple through the material of her bra.
"It clasps in front," she breathed.
"What?" I didn't understand.
"My bra. It clasps in front."
With a subtle movement I felt between the cups. Ah! The clasp. It's like riding a bicycle: once you have the hang of unclasping a bra, it never fails. A quick movement of fingers and I felt the material slide away. My fingers glided from warm skin between back to warm breast. I cupped it, nipple protruding from between thumb and hand. I squeezed a little and she moaned, holding my head tighter. Her other hand reached behind her and between us to feel for my now fully-erect cock. Slender fingers glided up and down its length through my sweatpants. She moved her hand away and pressed her ass against me. Her butt was so firm! My shaft found its way between her cheeks and I slowly moved. She moved against me in response, taking my other hand in hers to bring it to her other breast. I held them both now, kneading them and pinching her nipples. I pressed her forward against the side of the sink as I moved to and fro between her ass cheeks. I pressed hard, and she sighed.
"It's so dark!" she exclaimed. "I can't see a thing."
"Then we'll have to operate by the Braille method," I whispered in her ear. "But I think the thing to do is to get you on the stool. It's at the right height."
"Right height for what," she asked, and I could hear the smile in her voice.
"The right height to make love to you," I whispered in her ear, making sure to exhale a lot of air as I did. Sure enough, she shivered and I could feel the goose bumps even on her breasts.
"Where is it?" she asked.
"Behind me," I replied, "But don't be hasty. Let's enjoy this."
My hand moved from one breast down to the top of her jeans. The top button came free with one flick of the fingers. Then slowly, luxuriously, I grasped the zipper and began its journey down. The sound of each tooth coming free was erotic. In a few moments, it was all the way down. I slipped my hand inside her panties and gently moved it down through light fur. My fingers rounded her mons and I felt wet pussy lips. Her knees buckled for a moment as my fingers found her. She gasped and moaned, pressing back against me and spreading her legs to give me better access. One hand still caressed her breasts, now moving from one to the other in turn. I buried a finger between her swollen lips and felt the warm wetness inside her. The soft skin of her inner walls felt so good against my finger. Another finger inserted, and again her knees buckled for a moment, her breath became ragged.