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Chapter 66

A Lesbian love affair.

 

Although I usually like to keep my Sundays strictly for rest I needed to complete a photobook I promised, ready for sending to the printers. It contained the wedding photos of one of my favorite and loyal customers, and although they will have been married 25 years in a few weeks, the husband wanted me to finally make the photobook of their matrimony they could not afford 25 years ago. It was meant as a surprise for his wife who he still very much adored.

All I had to work with were a bunch of negatives of photos that their friends and family had shot during the ceremony and the party afterward. That meant that I had to digitalize them with a scanner, which was easy for the black and white ones, but not so easy for the color negatives, which have a tendency to turn rather red over the years. For those, I needed to adjust the colors before I could turn them into a positive image, which could then be used in the book. In the end, it took me till Monday evening to finalize the book the way I wanted it, and finally, I was able to send it to him for approval so I could send it to the printers.

In my mail, I urged him to speed up his perusal, check it overnight, and give me the green light by Tuesday morning. So that Tuesday morning at 9 am I was waiting anxiously in my computer room for his reply, when the doorbell to the shop rang, announcing a customer. I hurried to the front to see who it was this early in the day.

I saw a rather nervous lady waiting for me, I even thought she was wringing her hands when I walked in. She was looking at some of the photos that I had on display in the shop, together with a few of Bethany’s paintings. She seemed rather interested in some of the nude shots of Dawn and Linda I had grouped together in a corner.

The ones I had on display were rather tasteful, just hinting at nudity and not featuring the models’ faces. ‘Strange,’ I thought as she didn’t look like the type to be interested in photographs of nude women. I immediately set myself the challenge of figuring out why she was specifically perusing these pictures. She was so engrossed in studying them that it startled her when I greeted her.

“Good morning madam, how can I be of assistance to you?” I asked in a very friendly manner.

After the initial shock of my familiar greeting, I saw her relax a little.

“Yes, good morning sir, I presume you make portraits?”

“Yes, of course. The name is Lew, by the way, and yes, I do all kinds of portraits, children, animals, couples whatever you like. Are you thinking of having portraits taken of yourself, or someone close to you? A family member, or a pet maybe?”

“No, no, not of myself, I’m Ida, by the way, and what I would like is to buy maybe a voucher for a portrait session I could give to someone close to me. Is that possible?”

“Of course it is, but you could also bring the person in question with you and we can take the photos then.”

“No, no, I want her to come on her own.”

“So I gather it’s a woman you wish to give this present to, any particular occasion, a birthday maybe?”

“No, no not exactly I just would like to have some portraits of Caroline.”

“I see, and does Caroline know why you want these portraits of her?”

“We are close friends, we play tennis together, and I like her very much. That’s the only reason I want to give her this photo session as a present.”

Although I couldn’t immediately put my finger on it, somehow, my lesbodar started blinking. Taking a closer look at the woman in front of me, I had a feeling she had a hidden agenda that she wasn’t immediately ready to share with me. I needed to find out more before I agreed to whatever it was she had in mind.

“I couldn’t help but notice you were looking at the photos of some of my nude models, do I conclude that your friend would like to pose for nude pictures?”

“I don’t really know if she would go for that, but I heard that is more or less your specialty?”

“Whoever told you that?”

“Nobody specific, I just heard it on the grapevine.”

Ida really kept her cards close to her chest, well I don’t mind, I love a good game of poker, guessing the cards of your opponent. Especially the game of strip poker this whole thing could maybe turn into. Perhaps it was strip poker she would like me to play with this friend of hers. Was my lesbodar maybe on the blink and did she expect me to talk Caroline out of her clothes and fuck her? After all, I didn’t know this Caroline, for all I know she’s an overaged virgin friend whom she wants to help out.

“So you heard it on the grapevine, I wonder what else you heard about me on that grapevine?”

“No, no nothing else, only that you have this reputation of being able to talk women out of their clothes and photograph them.”

“And is that what you want me to do, talk Caroline out of her clothes and photograph her?”

“Euh, not exactly; but if she were willing to pose in her underwear or in the nude I wouldn’t mind…provided it’s done in a tasteful way of course,” she added after realizing she had just shown me one too many of her hidden cards.

“Coming back to my request, do you offer the possibility of these gift vouchers?”

“Indeed I do, it doesn’t really matter to me who pays for the photo session, and if you want to offer this to one of your friends, I’d be only too happy to oblige. I cannot guarantee that the outcome will be exactly what you had in mind, but I will get you some nice professional photographs of her.”

“What do you mean about the outcome not being exactly what I have in mind?”

“I’m referring to the nude part, I can guarantee good, sharp, or soft-focus pictures in any shape or size, but I can’t give you any guarantees concerning the willingness of the model to shed any of her clothes partly or even completely.”

“I understand, but will you try?”

“I will of course; oh by the way what is your friend’s age?”

“Oh, Caroline is 39 and will turn 40 in two weeks’ time. I want to make this significant birthday as painless for her as possible, proving that turning 40 doesn’t change the fact that she is stunning and will remain so.”

“So it is a gift for her birthday?”

“OK, if you must know, yes it is.”

“Would you mind telling me your age?”

“I’m already 42.”

“Really, well you absolutely don’t look it, I had estimated you just hitting 30, going by your slim figure.”

“Thanks for the compliment, but you won’t be able to talk me out of my clothes, mister.”

“That’s a pity, I was just thinking of offering you a session at a reduced price if you buy that one for your friend.”

“I don’t have any plans in that direction.”

“Why, if you offer your friend these photos of herself, maybe she would appreciate having some of you as well.”

“Let’s see the ones you take of her first, then maybe we can talk about some of me.”

“Well don’t blame me for trying, when I see a beautiful woman I always want to take her picture.”

When I see a beautiful woman I always want to take her picture.”

“Oh boy, that’s another thing I was warned about, that you are great at flattering women and making them do things they might regret later on.”

“Ida, shame on you! I wouldn’t do any such thing. Who dares to spread those kinds of rumors about me? I would never make a woman do things she doesn’t want to or dream about,” I said with a big smile on my face, making it clear I was pulling her leg.

“OK I’ll take your word for it, now can you give me that voucher, and do I pay upfront?” Clearly, she didn’t pick up on the hint, probably too preoccupied with her mission.

“I do require a base fee to cover my cost for the time of the shoot itself, but I prefer to take the photos first, then you decide, based on the proof prints, which ones you like and how you want them, I can make a photo book, or you can have simple standard-size prints or large ones for display on a wall, like the ones you see here in the shop. After that, we’ll figure out how much it‘s going to cost you in total.”

“I see, but what do I tell Caroline then, that she should just come here?”

“Nope, she might not want to, I’ll give you a voucher on paper, this will probably convince her it’s not a scam and make her feel obliged to come. You can even gift wrap it so that it really looks like a birthday present?”

“Yes, that sounds excellent.”

“I don’t want to sound negative Ida, but that’s the first time that I’ve heard you say yes.”

“Is it?”

“Yes dear, and I appreciate it, let me print the voucher for you.”

I printed a nice-looking voucher, with some portrait sample photos, some of them of nudes, and including the address of the shop, phone number, and opening times, indicating that it would be advisable to make an appointment for a portrait session. I hoped the nude photos on the voucher gave Caroline an idea of what might be expected of her during the session.

“Do you have any idea when your friend Caroline will come to the studio?”

“I hope she does in the next couple of days, but I’ll urge her not to wait too long.”

I handed the A4 size voucher to Ida after putting it in a same-size envelope to keep it safe. She held on to it as if her life depended on it and walked out of the shop. I wondered if and when I was going to meet the mysterious almost 40-year-old Caroline.

I didn’t have to wait very long, two days later an unknown woman walked into the shop.

“Good afternoon sir,” she said as I greeted her. She was a stunner, with short blonde hair, very similar to Dawn’s current hairdo. Deep penetrating blue eyes, the cutest nose you can imagine, and cheekbones to die for. She wore a mid-calf trench coat, keeping her figure virtually hidden, but still, with the sash of the coat pulled tight around her waist, I suspected she had an hourglass figure.

“A friend of mine gave me this voucher for a portrait session in your studio,” she said in a rather manly fashion.

“Ah, I guess you are Caroline, Ida’s friend,” I replied, my lesbodar immediately going into overdrive.

“Yes, Ida gave me this thing and wants me to have a number of portraits taken, I don’t know why.”

“Allow me to say that Ida confided in me that it’s a present for your upcoming birthday.”

“Oh God don’t remind me, I hope she didn’t tell you my age?”

“I’m afraid she did…” Before I could continue Caroline cut me off.

“That woman, she calls herself my friend, but she goes around telling everybody that I’m turning 40 next week and she knows how much I hate that.”

“Oh, I can relate to that…” Again she cut me off.

“How could you know, you’re not a woman and I think your fortieth birthday is already long gone.”

“Yes it is, I turned 60 a few months ago and I too felt very bad about it and didn’t want any celebrations, I even went so far as going abroad to escape any festivities, but in the end, you don’t feel it, believe me, it’s all in the mind, it’s only a figure.”

“Yeah, but it’s a figure I don’t like to hear.”

“OK I won’t mention it again, and for the record you are only 39 today, shall we do something far more pleasant then and go to the studio?”

Caroline followed me into the studio and again I got the by-now traditional number of aahs and ooohs on how big and light it was. I started by asking her to remove her coat, telling her that with lamps it could get rather warm in the studio. She had no problem with that. I suggested doing some shots in front of different backdrops which I also suggested she could choose herself. From her choices, I would hope to be able to see how far I could get her out of her clothes partly or completely.

We started with the garden setting, with her taking a seat on the park bench, looking as if she was taking a rest after a long walk in the park. After removing the bench I handed her a basket containing a number of plastic flowers and a big straw hat, creating the illusion of her having picked flowers in a garden.

Trying to make conversation and find out a bit more about her I asked, “From the way you pose here, do I gather that you like gardens and flowers?”

“Oh yes I do, I’m so proud of my small garden on the balcony of my apartment, I even try to grow some vegetables, well just a few tomatoes, they taste so much better when you grow them yourself.

”And what else do you have there?”

“Oh, mainly flowers and one redcurrant bush in a big pot, I only wish I could grow more.”

“Sounds great, not many people grow things on their balconies. Shall we move to a different setting now, maybe one you are also familiar with?”

I moved her to the office setting, and again she was very enthusiastic about it. She took up a position behind the desk and pretended to be a secretary, which as it turned out, she actually was.

“I see that you feel very comfortable in this setting Caroline, do I understand that you work in an office?”

“Yes, I’m an executive secretary, so yes I feel right at home, although my office is not so nice as this setting and I definitely don’t have an antique desk. This looks more like the office of a bank manager.”

“You mean someone like your boss maybe?”

“Yes, but not in a bank, but in an insurance company.”

“I see so you work in an insurance company, have you worked there long?”

“I started when I was 21, straight out of college, so close to 19 years ago.”

“Interesting, I was also 21 when I started in the company I worked at for 42 years.”

“I still have a long way to go then to reach that number of years.”

“Oh believe me it’s over before you realize it, time flies when you’re having fun, and I had lots of fun when I worked there, travelling a lot, especially the final 18 years when I traveled constantly and got to meet lots of people all over Europe and even in the States and the Far East. Although travel was sometimes a burden with strikes in the airports or by the airlines or missed connections. It’s no fun when you arrive in an almost empty airport, in the middle of the night, knowing that your connecting flight has gone and you have to spend the night or what’s left of it in a hotel, as you usually want to catch the first flight out the next day. Have you traveled a lot?”

No not really, it’s no fun when you’re single, I would love to go on cruises but as a single, it’s so expensive.”

“What about your friend Ida, can’t you travel together with her?”

“It never came up we’re not that close.”

“Strange that she offers you a photo session then.”

“Yeah, I have no idea where that came from.”

“She must like you a lot though.”

“Probably.”

“OK, now I’d like you to move to another backdrop, I’ve got this scene of a lady’s boudoir and I would love you to take a seat in this chaise longue so we might take some more enticing pictures?”

“What do you mean with enticing pictures?”

“Well you could perhaps undo a few buttons of your blouse and show a bit more cleavage or if you really wanted to get in character, strip down to your underwear and pretend you’re preparing for your lover?”

“Absolutely not, who do you think I am, one of your nude models or one of these secretaries that sleep with their boss?”

“No dear, but…”

“No, but, I’ve had it with this photo thing, if you want to photograph nude ladies, I suggest you go to the red light district and hire a sex worker there to model for you.”

She got up, grabbed her coat, and walked out, clearly very cross. I was wondering if I would ever see her again. Well in the end she was not my customer but Ida was, she was paying for the shoot so the next day I called her.

 

“Hello Ida, I’ve got the proofs of the pictures I took of your friend Caroline here, would you care to come and look at them and make your choice?”

“Oh, hello Lew, how did it go?”

“There are some very nice pictures, I only hope they will be to your liking, when can you come to take a look at them?”

“How about Friday?”

“OK, what time?”

“Is 5 pm possible? I could come after work.”

“Friday at 5 it is, I close at 6 so no problem, see you then.”

 

That Friday right on the dot of 5, Ida walked into the shop, clearly very curious to see the photos I took of her friend Caroline.

“Hi Ida, you are very punctual, I like that in a person.”

“Hello Lew, please don’t keep me waiting I’m so curious to see the photos.”

“Maybe a word of warning, they may not be exactly what you had in mind.”

“What do you mean with what I had in mind?”

“I’m very sorry but I was not able to talk your friend Caroline out of her clothes. In fact, when I suggested something in that direction she walked out, very angry.”

“Oh dear, I was afraid that something like that would happen.”

“But tell me, why do you want pictures of your friend in the nude?”

Ida broke down in tears. Now if there is something I can’t have is a woman in tears, so I rushed to her side and put an arm protectively around her shoulders trying to comfort her. It immediately became clear to me that my lesbodar was still working fine, Ida was desperately in love with Caroline but was probably afraid to tell her. I wondered why, it was crystal clear to me, the moment I met her that Caroline was also rooting for the other side. Maybe Ida was too shy to declare her love for her friend or was it her lesbodar that wasn’t working properly? With my hands on her shoulders, I held her at arm’s length and looked into her eyes.

“You are in love with Caroline aren’t you?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Why else would one woman want nude pictures of another woman, unless she’s in love? Wy don’t you tell her?”

“I’m not sure she would accept it, I don’t know if she’s gay.”

“Oh she’s gay all right, believe me, she’s as gay as they come.”

“Then why is she always so standoffish?”

“Has it ever occurred to you that she might be as afraid as you are to come out as a lesbian?”

“Do you think?”

“I’m sure darling that this is exactly the problem, you are afraid to openly declare your love for her, and who knows, maybe she’s not sure about her own feelings. Could it have anything to do with her upbringing? Or yours for that matter?”

“For me, that’s certainly the case. From the time I reached the age for dating, my parents always asked me if I didn’t have a boyfriend, or when I was going to have one.”

“So maybe she’s in the same pickle as you are, a family that doesn’t understand a woman can be gay.”

“Do you think so? What should I do?”

“Tell her you’re in love with her.”

“And what if I’m wrong and she rejects me, I couldn’t live with that.”

“I can’t vouch for her being in love with you, but I can guarantee you that she is definitely into women.”

“Oh Lew, you are the first person to see me as I am and who gives me advice, so please what do I do now?”

“You know what, why don’t you bring her back to the studio, and stay, I’m sure that between the two of us, we’ll be able to talk her out of her clothes and it would be the perfect setting for you to declare your undying love for her.”

“Oh, would you do that? I’ll pay for the extra session.”

“No need, she’s a stunner, and I love taking pictures of stunners in the nude.”

“If you’re right and she is gay like I am, she won’t have sex with you.”

“Why do you think I would want to have sex with her?”

“Euh, your reputation?”

“What about my reputation?”

“Word is that you talk women out of their clothes and then fuck them.”

“You forgot two words in your reasoning dear.”

“What word would that be?”

“Hetero…single women dear I strictly fuck hetero or occasionally a bi-sexual woman, I strictly stay away from lesbians or gay men.”

“So where’s the fun for you in photographing gay women.”

“Let me put it this way, gay women usually come in pairs, and what can be more fun, than photographing two nude women instead of one?”

“So you think I’ll be posing in the nude as well?”

“What do you think is going to be the best way to talk Caroline out of her clothes?”

Total silence, except for the cogs of her brain going at warp speed. And finally, it dawned on her, I could see the understanding coming into her eyes.

“By me getting naked first for a joint photoshoot?”

“Bingo, you have just found the winning combination, Ida.”

“God Lew, you have probably just changed my life.”

“Maybe, but remember the proof of the pudding is in the eating, why don’t you call Caroline and set up a new session? I only hope that she will be willing, especially after she walked out on me, clearly very angry, the last time.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll trick her, when would be a good time for you?”

“You know, normally I’m closed on Sunday and Monday, but for you, I’ll make an exception, why don’t you bring her for tea on one of these days, give her a cock and bull story about me wanting to apologize for trying to get her in the nude, offering a joint photo session with yourself included at no extra cost.”

“Great idea, Sunday we don’t have to work so how about, say two pm for tea?”

“Excellent, I’ll get some pastries from the local bakery, anything in particular that you know Caroline likes very much?”

“Oh, she loves a Merveilleux.”

“Great that’s one of my favorites too, another thing on which she and I see eye to eye. Now when you come on Sunday, please use my private entrance at the side of the building, we’d better start with the tea in my apartment, a question of thawing the ice a bit?”

When Ida walked out of the shop, she looked completely different, she even had a little bounce in her step. I only hoped that she would be able to get Caroline back into the studio after the disaster of last Thursday. Once I had them there, I think I had a good plan to get them both in the buff and who knows even having sex. God, I’m turning into a matchmaker and perhaps, even a porn producer.

 

Sunday afternoon, at two pm the bell at my apartment rang. I buzzed them in, Ida was leading the parade up the stairs and she did have her friend Caroline in tow. From what I could see it was not entirely voluntary that she was here, so I’d better tread carefully and launch a charm offensive. When they reached the top of the stairs I took Ida in a bear hug.

“Good afternoon Ida, good to see you, and you brought your friend Caroline with you, I’m so happy about that. I do owe her an apology for my behavior earlier this week.”

Caroline still looked rather angrily at me.

“Dear Caroline I hope you will allow me to apologize most humbly for presuming you would allow me to take more alluring photographs of you, it’s sort of become second nature to me, assuming that women like to pose in more provocative attire, so please come in.”

Caroline walked into the apartment and of course, was immediately charmed by my living quarters, especially when she saw the roof garden through the big window, which had begun to take on its spring look with lots of flowers already.

“Oh my God Lew, this garden looks amazing, I would never have guessed you had this kind of display on top of your studio. If only I had as much space on my balcony.”

“Yes, you told me you had a garden on your balcony, even growing some veggies and berries.”

“Nice of you to remember, and by the way, I do need to apologize to you as well for walking out as I did, how can I ever make up for that?”

“That my dear is easy, after we’ve had some tea we could all three go down to the studio and do another photo shoot, and this time I want your friend Ida to participate.”

“Oh thanks, Lew, I know Ida was upset when I told her I had walked out and I definitely don’t want to lose her friendship over something like this.”

“Excellent, let’s have tea and cakes first.”

When I put the pastries on the table, Caroline was pleasantly surprised by my choice.

“Oh God Lew, you have bought my favorite pastry, how…” she looked at Ida and continued, “You told him!”

“I’m afraid I’m guilty dear Caroline, yes I told Lew this was your favorite, and guess what, it’s his as well.”

“Well, well Lew, it seems we have a lot more in common than I thought, Merveilleux, gardening, I wonder what else we have in common .”

“Maybe we’ll find out later,” I said tapping the side of my nose with my finger.

“She looked at me questioningly and then at Ida.”

We spent a pleasant half-hour in my apartment, having tea and pastries accompanied by conversation, finding out we had lots more in common, even cruising came up. Caroline was surprised to hear that Ida also wanted to go cruising but had the same problem as she had, being single. I could see that Ida was getting more nervous by the minute when I suggested we go down to the studio. Caroline on the other hand had no problem with it anymore.

I was only curious about how Ida was going to convince Caroline to shed some of her clothes. From what I could see, the former came prepared, she wore a blouse and a mini-skirt, and from what I could see there was no bra under the blouse. She looked like she had rather small boobs, so was able to pull this off, which made me wonder if she had gone all the way and come commando.

Caroline wore a nice flowery dress to mid-thigh, buttoned up the front with a bra clearly under it. I guessed with her rack she needed to, my guestimate was minimum an E-cup. From under the dress, a pair of toned legs emerged, lightly tanned which gave me the impression she was a regular customer at a tanning salon. I hoped to see later on if, like most frequenting these types of establishments, she was tanning in the buff.

The studio was known territory for Caroline so she didn’t react, contrary to Ida who’d not seen the studio before. To start things off, I suggested again the flower garden backdrop with both of them sitting on the bench. They were each sitting on one end of the bench, right leg crossed over left.

“Come on girls, you’re friends, it looks as if you’re afraid of each other, please sit a bit closer, just imagine you went on a walk in the park and you’re resting a bit enjoying the sunny weather.”

Ida looked at me and silently mouthed, “Thank you.”

But still, although they were sitting closer they both looked rather stiff and unnatural.

“Girls, you are friends, telling each other your most intimate secrets, please act a bit, Ida put your hand on Caroline’s knee as if you’re confiding in her. Caroline put your hand before your mouth looking astonished by what Ida is telling you. Now that got a giggle out of both of them, but they complied. Ida’s hand was on Caroline’s upper thigh, on top of the dress, but I nevertheless had managed to get them to touch each other.

“Now Caroline, imagine Ida has just told you about a very frightening adventure she has had, and you want to console her. Put your arms around her, and Ida rest your head on Caroline’s shoulder.”

OK, I had them touching some more, now for the next step, what could I imagine to get them to actually kiss each other? Maybe I just needed to continue with the story I was already telling them.

“Great girls, Ida you’re so happy that Caroline understands and wants to console you, you feel an irrepressible urge to give Caroline a kiss.”

Ida lifted her head and gave a peck on Caroline’s cheek.

“Come on Ida, you can do better than that, that’s the kind of kiss you give to your great aunt for Christmas, put some soul in it, and give Caroline a kiss on her lovely lush lips, they’re just begging for it don’t you see?”

I was thinking well Ida if you don’t go for it now, I’m done playing Cupid. A bit hesitant at first, I watched them look at each other, not really knowing what to do, but in the end, Ida went for it and kissed Caroline full on the lips. Now that opened the floodgates. When Ida pulled back after the initial kiss, Caroline took the initiative and resumed kissing her, and this time I could clearly see some tongue action in the process. They were quickly holding each other’s heads, going for broke, kissing and kissing like crazy. I couldn’t help to capture this budding love affair and continued snapping away. After a good 5 minutes of exchanging saliva, they stopped and looked into each other’s eyes.

“Oh Caroline, I love you, Ida said, I’ve loved you for so long, but I never dared to tell you.”

“Ida dear, I love you too, and like you, I never dared to tell you either, now I understand why you wanted the photos of me.”

“Yes dear, I wanted to decorate my apartment with photos of you so that you would always be near me.”

“I understand now, but why photos in a state of undress, or was that just a perverted idea of our photographer?”

“No darling, it was my idea, Lew had nothing to do with it. I know he has a reputation that could lead you to that conclusion but no he had nothing to do with it, although he is nevertheless very interested in photographing us together in the buff.”

“Well, why don’t we thank him for bringing us together by doing just that,” Caroline said, jumping up and starting to undo the buttons of her dress.

Within the shortest possible time, she stood in her underwear, or should I say lingerie. What she was wearing could hardly be called underwear, she wore a beautiful, extremely sexy, black and pink lace pushup bra with a coordinating thong and garter belt holding up her sheer nylons. God, she looked far better than I could have imagined.

Now Ida didn’t want to be left behind and had also risen from the bench undoing the buttons of her blouse, immediately baring her pointy A cups. When she then dropped the miniskirt she proved she had indeed come commando. She had a body to swoon over, aside from the cute boobs crowned by darkish areolae and rock-hard nipples she sported a cute, trimmed landing strip just above her slit. I immediately saw that she had been aroused by the whole thing. With the help of the floodlights I had on in the studio, I could see her pussylips glistening with her honey.

After Ida had completely revealed her gorgeous body, Caroline didn’t want to stay behind and immediately began to undo her bra, setting free a pair of, indeed, E-cup tits, hers crowned by large light brownish areolae with lightly darker also rock-hard nipples. The knickers she was wearing followed in no time at all, revealing a meaty pussy, completely shaven, with a half-inch of darker-colored inner labia showing. I could finally see that she had absolutely no tanning lines at all, confirming my suspicion she tanned in the nude.

I was not the only one admiring all this naked beauty, although I was surprised the girls weren’t really looking at each other when all of a sudden it dawned on me, they must have already seen each other naked, probably when they were showering at the tennis club. They did get together though and started kissing again, something they probably would have loved to have done before but were afraid to. Not only were they kissing, but they also had their hands all over each other, clawing at each other’s boobs, Ida even desperately trying to kiss one of Caroline’s nipples.

I slowly shut down the floodlights one by one, not to startle them, slid a mattress closer toward them, and walked out of the studio giving them the illusion of privacy. I could see what they were up to perfectly from my computer room. OK call me a voyeur, but hey what would you have done in this situation? After all, they were first-time lesbian lovers as far as I knew, and they deserved some privacy.

Although they were first-time lesbian lovers, they sure knew how to pleasure each other. They also quickly noticed the mattress I had put at their disposal. Lying down on it, I saw Ida kissing Caroline’s boobs feverishly, kneading them with her hands. She had her work cut out for her. I was so jealous, I too would have loved to be allowed to play with these mammaries or kiss Ida’s toned stomach and abdomen. It would be extremely difficult for me to choose between the perky small tits of Ida and Caroline’s big fun bags.

I had the video recorder running, as I intended to surprise them later on with a video of their first love-making session. I think for them it was like a deflowering ritual. Well, I presumed, based on what they told me, they were basically still virgins when it came to having sex with another person. Although based on the way they were going about it, I guessed they must have watched a lot of lesbian porn. Within the shortest possible time, they were in a 69 position licking and sucking at each other’s pussies, while I saw fingers pumping in and out. I was watching without sound as I didn’t want them to know I was taping this, but the final video would be with sound, and from the noise that was coming to me through the doors, it would be loud.

After I saw them have their first cunnilingus-induced orgasm together, they moved to a scissor position. I was so busy with the equipment and telling my cock to cool it and that he was not wanted in this setting, (which didn’t help much), I hadn’t noticed they had disappeared. All of a sudden I heard a knock on the door of the computer room, it could only be them, so I quickly switched the screens off before letting them in.

“Oh this is where you’re hiding,” Ida said, “we were wondering where you’d got to.”

“Don’t you want to take any more pictures of us, now that we are finally naked?”

“Absolutely, but I thought you wanted some privacy, having your first lesbian encounter.”

“And we are very grateful for that, but the whole purpose was to shoot Caroline in the altogether,” Ida said, and if I remember correctly didn’t you mention something about it being double the fun if you can photograph two females in the nude?”

“Euh, yes, I think I did say something like that.”

“So come on mister photographer, have some fun together with us.”

“OK ladies, if you insist.”

“We do,” they said almost in unison.

We returned to the studio and I switched the lights back on and moved them to the backdrop of the lady’s boudoir, with one on top of the chaise longue and one draped in front of it, with all their goodies nicely on display. When that was finished, I pulled down a green backdrop and insisted they take up some alluring positions. The green backdrop, I explained to them, would allow me to place them electronically in virtually any setting.

After another 20 minutes, they had had enough of the posing and all of a sudden came towards me. They looked like two tigresses, ready to attack and devour their prey.

“What do you have in mind girls?” I wanted to know.

“We think you’re ready to eat Lew,” Caroline said, holding her boobs up and out with both hands.

She pushed one of these gorgeous protrusions against my mouth, inviting me to have a taste. At the same time, Ida had moved behind me, put her arms around my waist, looking for the belt holding up my trousers. She undid it and pulled it out. Before I realized what was happening to me she had my hands nicely tied behind my back, after which she attacked the button and zipper of my pants, opened everything, and pulled them off, together with my boxers. I couldn’t even protest, my mouth stuffed with Caroline’s tit flesh. While she was nursing me she had undone all the buttons of my shirt and pulled it down over my shoulders, further blocking my arms. That done she pulled back.

“What’s the idea, ladies?”

“Have you ever been ravished by two hot lesbians Lew?” Caroline wanted to know.

“Euh no, not to my knowledge, why do you want to know?”

“We thought that we could repay you for allowing us to have our first lesbian experience by giving you also a first experience, sex with two lesbos.” Ida continued.

“But I thought that lesbians do not want to have sex with a man?”

“Not with a whole man per se, but we do love a specific part of a man, which, unfortunately, we always have to replace with a dildo. Furthermore, my brand-new girlfriend, Ida, confided in me she uses dildos a lot, as I do, but contrary to me, she has never had the pleasure of experiencing a live one and I would like to change that. This looks like the perfect time and place to do it, and you know Lew I think you are the perfect partner for this experiment,” Caroline informed me.

“Do I have a say in this Caroline?” I wanted to know.

“The way we have you tied up, what do you think? Besides dildos don’t usually talk, so unless you cooperate, we’ll have to gag you as well.”

What could I do, my hands tied behind my back, two strong young women holding me hostage, and to be honest I didn’t really mind participating in this experiment at all, so I shut up and let them lead me to the mattress I had so conveniently provided earlier. Who knows maybe it would be fun as well, being a sub for a change. After all, they hadn’t mentioned anything that could be painful, well except my tied hands on my back, but I’d gladly accept that bit of discomfort. I was curious how they were going to handle this.

Well, I didn’t have to wait very long, Caroline grabbed my cock, which, as you can imagine was already fairly hard, and started to pump it with her hand to bring it to full mast. I had hoped for a blow job, but I guess lesbians aren’t that interested in taking a cock in their mouth. When she was satisfied that I was nice and hard like one of their dildos, she motioned Ida over and made her squat over me, holding my dick right under her dripping pussy.

“OK Ida, this is going to feel different from a dildo, this thing will feel softer and it will be nice and warm.”

“Is he going to cum in my pussy?”

“Well fuck toy, are you going to cum in my girlfriend’s pussy?”

“I guess when you say fuck toy, you mean me, Caroline?”

“Yes, of course, that is your function here.”

“If Ida is afraid of getting pregnant, I can assure her that is not possible, I had an operation years ago. Secondly, if she doesn’t like to have cum in her pussy, let me assure her that I will tell her well in advance when I’m ready to shoot my load. I’m pretty good at holding it back.”

“Oh yeah, I heard that one before, and after barely two minutes you guys shoot.”

“You don’t believe I can last longer?”

“What is longer for you? five minutes, ten minutes?”

“How about I make both of you girls cum before I do?”

“That’s not really difficult if you make Ida cum with your fuck toy and me with your mouth.”

“No, no I mean I make both of you cum with my dick and will not cum myself within that time frame.”

“No way, you’d have to last for at least twenty minutes, I’ve never experienced a human fuck toy that lasts that long in my life.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“You know what Lew if you make both of us cum with your human dildo before you cum, I’ll give you a blowjob you will remember for a very long time.”

“Sounds tempting, but I don’t want to leave Ida out, so if I do, both of you will blow me together and…swallow.”

Now that shut them up. They walked away from me to confer. After a good two minutes of discussion, they came back, looked at me, and said, “OK if you succeed in making both of us cum with your fuck toy, we’ll give you a joint blowjob and swallow…but if you don’t succeed, the photoshoot including any prints we want is free of charge and you take us to dinner at The Deerhunter.”

“OK girls, deal!” What could I lose, if I made them cum without doing so myself, I had a fantastic blowjob coming, if I didn’t, well, I get to cum anyway and take them to dinner at one of the finest restaurants in the neighborhood, making all the men there jealous showing up with these two gorgeous creatures on my arm.

So back to square one, with Caroline again bringing me to full mast with her hand and Ida squatting over me, ready to be penetrated. She was diddling her pussy, making sure she was nice and wet. I could immediately feel she’d done a good job, not only getting nice and wet for me but in the process already being very aroused, making it slightly easier for me to make her orgasm. Whether it was because this was the first time in her life she had felt a live human cock invade her innermost sanctum, or whether she was just one of those women that cum easily, I have no idea, but after barely six minutes I saw, heard and felt her cumming.

She went rigid, pulling her stomach in, breathing deeply, and pinching her boobs and nipples hard.

“Yes! Yes! Oh God, this feels so much better than hard plastic or silicone, I’m cumming, I’m cuuuuuumming!”

After that outcry, she squirted all over my cock and abdomen then fell flat on my chest. Caroline couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Stop the clock!” Caroline shouted.

“What do you mean stop the clock?” I replied

“Your cock is now not being stimulated, so that time shouldn’t count towards the twenty minutes.”

“It’s your decision, but first, I never mentioned twenty minutes, you did, indicating that it would take the both of you that long to cum, by stopping an imaginary clock know that my fuck toy, as you so lovingly refer to it, can now recuperate much better than were you to immediately gobble it up with your snatch.”

“God you’re right, OK Ida move over I want to sink my pussy over that cock and make it cum as fast as possible, start the clock again!”

Ida got off of me and moved to the side, I’ve never seen a woman move so fast from standing at my side till my cock was buried deep into her hot vagina. I braced myself for a serious onslaught on my manhood. Although she would not profit herself by not having to pay for the photo shoot, now that Ida was officially her girlfriend she didn’t want her to either, and from what I had overheard during their little powwow they had never dined at The Deerhunter either.

I must admit that for a lesbian she was good, what am I saying, she was out of this world, knowing exactly how to stimulate a cock and make it cum. After I heard her whisper something to Ida, all of a sudden I felt a warm tongue licking my balls. When I started to protest I was immediately shut up.

“There was nothing in the rules saying that extra stimulation was not allowed, and besides, you are a fuck toy, and fuck toys can’t protest.”

I shut up again and took it like a trooper. One thing she had overlooked, probably due to her haste impaling me was that she was sitting with her back to me. I was not in the least stimulated by seeing her bouncing boobs while she fucked me.

She was doing her utmost to keep her orgasm at bay, not touching her boobs or clit in any way, just swaying her arms in the air. I could see from her body movements and hear from her increased breathing and moaning that she was getting close. If only I could play with her tits or clit, I’d get her over the brink right away, but with my hands bound behind my back, that was impossible. I sure hoped that she was going to cum soon because lying on my bound hands and arms began to seriously hurt. Also, that hot little tongue of Ida’s was beginning to make me hotter and hotter.

Finally, I heard the telltale sounds of a female orgasm, she was trying to hide it from me but her body movements betrayed her and so did her squirting pussy. Then she let go completely, swearing like a docker.

“Shit, shit…”

“Please don’t dear, that was not agreed upon, I prefer it if you call upon God to announce your orgasm,” I couldn’t help but say with a muffled laugh.

She immediately stopped swearing and got off me, completely knackered. After all, she had been bouncing up and down my cock for at least fifteen minutes from a squatting position, proof of which was a fine sheen of sweat covering her gorgeous naked body.

“Oh my God, how do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Not cum.”

“Oh was it that what you were trying to do, make me cum?”

“OK mister wise guy, when do you want us to suck that cock of yours?”

“How about after you’ve untied me, dear, my arms are killing me.”

“Oh God yes, they were under your back all the time.”

She quickly undid the belt holding my hands and arms prisoner and instructed me to stand, so that both of them could sit on their knees in front of me. Once they were in position I felt two mouths, one on each side of my very hard, girl-cum covered, cock. I didn’t think they would have a problem tasting each other on my joystick.

As you can imagine it didn’t take them another twenty minutes to make my canon squirt. As agreed, although a bit reluctantly, they swallowed. When it was done, I looked at them.

“Well girls, I hope it was as good for you as it was for me?”

Caroline replied, “The first part was amazing, I’ve never cum this hard on a live dildo, as for the second part, I have never been and still won’t be a big fan of sperm, how about you Ida?”

“I can’t say I’m disgusted: I guess it’s an acquired taste.”

Getting all business-like, Caroline being an executive secretary, wanted to know when they would be able to see the photos and how much it was going to cost. Now that they had found themselves, she insisted on splitting the bill with Ida.

“I guess we can also kiss that dinner in The Deerhunter goodbye?” she added wistfully.

“I don’t see why, you two have something to celebrate.”

“Do you mean you want to take us there for dinner?”

“Yes, tonight.”

“Tonight, no way, I’ve never been but I know that you have to book a table weeks in advance.”

“What would you do if I proved you wrong, I know you’re not keen to give me another blowjob and I guess you prefer to have sex with your newfound girlfriend rather than with me?”

“Yes, OK if you can pull that off I’ll pay for the wine.”

“Including a glass of champers to start with?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“OK give me five minutes, maybe you can get dressed in the meantime, but if you don’t, I won’t mind,” I said with a wink.

I went to the computer room, picked up the phone, and dialed the number of The Deerhunter.

When the phone was picked up and I immediately recognized who was on the line I replied, “Is this my favorite hostess of my preferred restaurant?”

“Lew, it’s been ages since I heard from you. Are you OK?”

“Hello Claire, I’m fine and from the tone of your voice you are too.”

“Yes, I’m fine. Sis, and I have been looking at how we are going to organize our trip to Florida, do you have any suggestions?”

“I think you better talk to Maggy about that, she’s the expert.”

“Yes of course you’re right. So how can I help you?”

“Is there any possible chance you could accommodate me and two ladies for dinner tonight?”

“For tonight?”

“Yes anytime, any table, even if it’s in the kitchen.”

“You loved that dinner with my sis in the kitchen didn’t you?”

“Yes, that was an experience I would love to repeat if possible...Can you make it happen?”

“I think I can manage that; the chef owes me a favor and I’d better cash it in before he forgets.”

“So it’s a go?”

“Yes, consider it done, three people you said, anyone, I know?”

“I have no idea, you know so many people, one is called Ida, and the other Caroline.”

“Caroline? Does she work as an executive secretary for one of the top managers of the insurance company?”

“Yes.”

“Then I do know her.”

“But she said she’s never been to the restaurant.”

“I’ve never seen her, but I’ve had her on the phone at least a dozen times to book a table for her boss and customers of theirs.”

“I see, that’s why she was so desperate to win our bet.” Oops, I did it again and probably said too much, me and my big mouth.

“Oh is that why you are coming, you lost a bet, let me guess, you couldn’t last as long as you thought you could and she won?”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you there my dear, I did win, but her friend Ida finally confessed her true feelings for Caroline during a photo shoot in the studio and they’re now a couple. To celebrate this wonderful union I proposed to them that I would spring for dinner, despite winning the bet.”

“And what was this bet all about…sex?”

“That my dear I will have to tell you another time, just tell me when we have to be there?”

“If it’s possible, could you come as early as six-thirty?”

“That’s in just one hour? I hope they will be able to get ready by then, I don’t have to tell you that women usually take longer to prepare themselves for a night out than men?”

“Are you sure you want that table mister?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t be saying things like that, I was just thinking out loud, my apologies my dear.”

“I know who is saying it. OK see you in one hour then.”

“Yes, and thanks, now I owe you one as well.”

“Don’t you worry I won’t forget.”

I went back to the studio and they were fully dressed again and waiting anxiously for my return, clearly hope in their eyes. I guessed that Caroline had told Ida all about the restaurant in question and why she wanted to go there.

“We are expected in one hour ladies, so you’d better make tracks if you want to look your best.”

“No way!” Caroline shouted.

“Yes way, we’re having dinner at six-thirty in the kitchen at The Deerhunter “

“In the kitchen, how did you do that I’ve been trying to book a table in the kitchen for my boss and his wife for ages.”

“Connections dear, connections, I always said it’s not important what you know but who you know. So shall I pick you up in say forty-five?”

“No, we’ll take a taxi and we’ll pick you up so that you can enjoy the wine I’m going to spring for.”

“That is very considerate of you thinking of that.”

“I’m used to it, I always do it for my boss. I don’t want him to drive his car either under the influence; you know how it goes sometimes with these business dinners.”

“Yes, I do.”

At a quarter past six, the taxi picked me up, and inside were two of the most gorgeous creatures alive. They looked stunning, both showing nice cleavage, wearing long dresses, but with a split almost up to their hips, and when I walked in behind them I could see their completely naked backs, no bra in sight.

As always the dinner was fantastic and Caroline wasn’t stingy with the wine she chose even going for one of my favorites after Claire had whispered something in her ear. The taxi dropped me off at my place around 10 p.m. I was knackered, the girls on the other hand were full of life, I even heard them whisper something about going to a gay bar to go dancing.

A few days later they showed up to look at their photos and choose the ones they would like and in what format. There was one of them kissing they wanted in a large format bifold to hang over each of their beds in their places.

I hoped for a few weeks of rest, to work in my roof garden as spring was in the air. This always relaxes me, except for my back, but I could always get a massage for that.

Six months later Caroline and Ida showed up again in the shop to ask me if I would be willing to take their wedding photos.