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.
"Is this okay?" I asked, "Do you want this?"
"It feels so good," she breathed, "Yes, I want it and more!" She moved her hips against my fingers, and we set up a gently rhythm of finger-fucking. "Do you want me?"
"Yes. Recently I've become totally infatuated with you," I said honestly. "I couldn't wait until you turned eighteen. I wanted you just like this – in the complete dark, able only to feel you. Having to concentrate on feeling and touch when I can't see you. Imagining how beautiful you are right now. I want to give you pleasure. I want to make love to you until you beg for mercy, and then I want to keep on loving you."
"Mmmm," she purred, and nuzzled against me. I continued a slow rhythm of moving my fingers in and out of her. She pressed back against me.
With my free hand, I reached back and to the side and found the stool. I pulled it towards me a little, so that it came to rest in front of the high countertop behind. I withdrew my finger and moved both my hands to her waist again. We turned around and I placed her where the backs of her legs could feel the stool seat. She hitched up as she came onto the seat. I was in front of her, and in the dark I felt her legs spread, touching the outside of mine as I stood before her. She had moved her other arm around my neck, and in the dark she pulled me close in a deep kiss. Her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me close, my groin pressed to her snatch. She rubbed against me. I rubbed back. Our tongues fought it out.
My fingers went to the buttons of her shirt, and in the darkness I felt my way down, unbuttoning them from the top. When they were all undone, I moved my hands inside the shirt to take her waist again. It was so firm. With her bra already unhooked, it was easy to move up and cup both her delightful breasts. I kneaded them, pinching nipples as I squeezed flesh gently.
Her hand reached between us and felt my erection. She gently stroked its length while feeling its shape beneath my sweatpants. Her hand moved up and found the drawstring, and a quick tug released it. Pulling to loosen them, she moved them down to give her hand access to feeling me again. I had been naughty and wore no underwear, hoping for just this moment. Her fingers found me and felt warm on my hardness. I moaned as I kissed her with renewed passion. She wrapped fingers around the shaft and squeezed. My knees almost buckled.
"Oh, God, Sue, that feels good," I breathed.
"Here," she said, "This will feel even better." She got off the stool and took me by the waist in the dark, turning me around and pressing me back against the stool. I sat, with her now between my legs. She took the sides of my sweats and pulled down, I raised up enough for her to get them off my ass and pulled to my knees. I then felt her hand move down my stomach and take the base of my cock. I felt her body move out from between my legs, her hand still on my cock. I heard a rustling sound, but couldn't really tell what it was. Then, like an electric shock, I felt lips close around the head of my dick, and a tongue on the underside. She took my member deep down her throat, and then pulled up to enclose only the head. She came off, and I felt just the tip of her tongue on the underside of my head – right at its most sensitive point. I shivered and goose bumps popped out all over my body. I heard her laugh as she engulfed my entire erection again, her nose in my pubic hair, her tongue massaging my shaft. Again, she came up in a long, slow stroke, keeping my head in her mouth at the top. I felt her mouth circle around my head, and her cheeks collapse as she sucked me hard. I could feel her mouth and tongue all over my head. It was incredible. Again she sank my dick down her throat, and again came up to massage my head with her lips and tongue. She came off, and used just the tip of her tongue to lick up and down the underside of me, holding me in position with warm fingers. Then she engulfed me again, and started a slow rhythm of stroking up and down my shaft with her mouth., her hand holding me at the base of my cock. It was absolutely expert, stimulating cocksucking, and I could feel my cum starting to bubble up in my balls. I didn't want it to end this way, however.
"Sue," I breathed, "I can't take much more of this!"
She laughed and took me deep again, sucking hard.
"No, really!" I breathed, "You've got to stop!"
