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Copyright © 2009 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved.
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Holiday Snaps
by Jack Wellard (wellard94@hotmail.com)
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A mostly true story about a pensioner's recent
encounter with a pretty girl. (MF)
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Author's Disclaimer: The following piece of fiction is
intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material
of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are
offended by sexually explicit content or language,
please DO NOT read any further.
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Being retired has many compensations!
I have just spent Christmas away in a lovely city
centre hotel in Bath in the English West Country. What
a beautiful town, relaxing, full of history and
incredibly photogenic! On Boxing Day I came back from
my after lunch stroll and found an unusual
confrontation at the reception desk.
The duty receptionist, a slightly dumpy but curvaceous
Spanish girl, was trying to photograph one of the
chambermaids on the other side of the reception
counter. For some reason the blond chambermaid seemed
less than willing to have the picture taken and was
holding a newspaper in front of her face. The Spanish
girl grumpily put the reception's digital camera down
and reached for my key. The chambermaid looked
triumphant!
Being retired means you can join in almost anything
without causing too much offence! "Oh that's not fair"
I laughed. "That would have been such a pretty picture.
Here let me show you." I picked up the diminutive
camera, checked it was switched on and prepared to take
a picture. The defensive newspaper was already
deployed.
"OK," I tried in my best conspiratorial whisper, "let's
try just peeping round the paper." I gently moved the
girl's hand so that only half of her face was covered
from the camera's viewpoint. Before she realised what
was happening I had framed the shot to include her
half-face and just a narrow edge of paper. The result
on the monitor screen looked OK.
"That's great," I encouraged softly. "Let's try
another." I was able to frame and focus even better
this time.
"Fantastic," I breathed. "Your eyes are beautiful.
Let's try another, just look straight into the lens.
Fabulous!" I clicked again. "Tilt your head outwards
slightly." Click. "Fantastic, you should be a model." I
murmured. Click.
"Now imagine it is not a newspaper and that you are
peeping round a shower curtain." My voice was low, no-
one else could hear. Click. My face was behind the
camera while this lovely girl was concentrating her
attention on the lens. Click. She was a photographer's
dream!
"You see your lover's back, warm steaming water flowing
across the skin." I breathed to her and her expression
reflected my suggested scenario. Click.
"Now your lover turns sideways." Click. The girl was
responding, her eyes wide, her lips parted. Click.
"Your lover sees you and smiles." Click.
"You move the shower curtain away for a better view."
Click, click.
"You smile back." Click. She was gorgeous when she
smiled. Click, click.
Unfortunately other staff had seen what was happening
and were standing nearby. They couldn't hear what I had
been saying but they saw the effect. When the
chambermaid saw them she put her scowling mask back on.
Before she could leave I gave the girl the camera.
"Get these pictures on a computer screen and see what
you think." I whispered urgently. "If you want me to
take some with a better camera you know my room
number." Just to make sure I flashed the key fob so
that only she could see it, then she was gone. She
looked so cross that I didn't expect to se her again.
Back in my room I took off my outdoor clothes, kicked
off my shoes and turned the kettle on to make a cup of
tea. In this beautiful Georgian city I had taken
numerous pictures so I pulled out my laptop and set it
running so that I could look at my results. By the time
the computer was ready I had poured boiling water over
the teabag in the cup. Leaving it to brew I pulled the
memory card from the camera and popped it into the
slot. As I stirred the tea today's pictures came up on
the screen.
I drank my tea and thought about how some of today's
shots could be better. 'Going out earlier in the day'
was the best option I could suggest to myself. Well,
maybe tomorrow...
There was a soft knocking at the door. I opened it to
find the chambermaid, no longer wearing her official
overalls, she held out the camera and explained that
she wanted to see the pictures without the other staff
around.
There were two chairs in my hotel room, so rather than
have us sit on the bed I moved them so that we could
both see the screen with the computer sitting at the
end of the bed. She told me her name was Sophie and
that she was from Slovakia.
"OK Sophie, please call me Jack." I said as I offered
the memory card into the slot "Let's see how they came
out." Even after several years of using the technology
I never cease to be amazed by digital photography!
Having grown up with film, which might take days or
weeks to fill a roll and a similar time to get
developed and printed, I get a thrill every time I plug
in a card and see pictures coming up instantly.
Fantastic, up they came and didn't look too bad in the
thumbnails. I adjusted the display to get them
displaying as full screen and set the slide show
running at slow speed.
I sat back a little with half an eye on Sophie and the
other on the screen. She was enthralled! The first
couple of shots showed an apprehensive girl, nervous of
the camera and the photographer. The portraits
gradually changed as she got into my 'game'. The final
few were not bad at all! The photographic quality might
have been better but the content was amazing. Sophie's
face as she watched the screen captivated me! By the
final shot, which stayed on the screen as the slide
show ended, she changed from formal and guarded to
animated and delighted.
Sophie turned to me "Mister Jack, can we see them again
please?" Her English was quite good with a sexy
European accent.
"No problem Sophie, would you like them to go slower or
quicker or maybe you would like to control the change?"
I asked. Sophie chose to change them for herself.
"I not like this," she pouted at the first picture. "It
make me look not 'appy!"
"Well Sophie" I explained, "This was the first shot and
maybe you were a bit surprised that I would be so bold.
But there are some nice things in the shot, see how the
light from the window behind you lights up your lovely
golden hair."
"OK," she said. "But this next one better, yes?"
"That's much nicer, see how you are looking into the
lens – almost looking straight out of the screen at us
now." I liked it too, she was still apprehensive in
this shot but not looking quite so defensive. "Your
blond hair looks even better in this – see how it
shines in this soft light." I ran my hand across the
screen almost in a caress as I demonstrated the part I
liked. I watched her eyes follow my hand.
Sophie clicked the mouse. "Next one good too, I think
so." She said, her accent strong, her voice low and
sultry. She clicked again, nodding and smiling softly.
"These nice photos Mister Jack, thank you for making
them." She kept clicking until she reached the last
one.
"This one best, you think so too, yes?" she asked. The
picture was made more sexy by the way she was
interacting with the lens. The picture filled the
screen. "I want send my boyfriend, OK Mister Jack?" She
said.
"OK, what's his email address?" I asked. Sophie did not
have her bag and looked disappointed.
"I not got, I bring you Mister Jack, OK?" She was gone
before I could reply.
While she was out I copied the set of pictures to my
hard drive and started Photoshop Elements. In the few
minutes she was away I had made some adjustments to the
final picture which made it even better. I saved it
with a new name and re-sized another copy ready to send
in the email.
Sophie soon returned, she gasped when I showed her the
original and my enhanced version. It really had come
out well. In no time I set up the email with the small
version as an attachment and let her write the text.
She struggled a bit with the English keyboard layout
and couldn't find her language's special characters but
managed to express her wishes. When she was done I hit
the send button and showed her that it was on its way.
"I like these photos but I not want that Spanish girl
to 'ave them!" Sophie declared.
"OK, I can delete them from the card for you. But why
don't you want her to have them?" I asked.
Sophie chewed her lip. "You not tell anyone Mister
Jack, OK?" She said. "Manuella keep touching me when I
near 'er. She say she want make me 'appy. She make me
very..." Sophie searched for an English word. "...I a
bit scared of 'er, I think she like girls not boys. You
understan' what I say...?"
"Sure, Sophie. Watch... I'm deleting those pictures
from the card and I will take the camera back for you."
I explained. Just to check I re-loaded the card and the
pictures were no longer available. I replaced the
memory card in the camera.
"Sophie, I have a better camera. Can I take a few more
pictures while the light is good?" I picked up the
Canon I had been using in town and showed her.
"OK Mister Jack, if you show me what you take and make
me copy please."
The late afternoon sun was still shining through the
window so I quickly moved the chairs. I had a tripod
set up quickly and asked Sophie to sit so that the sun
shone from behind her head.
"OK, the camera is linked to the computer so we can see
the results straight away. Let's do a few tests first."
The contre-jour lighting was tricky but the first
couple of shots were along the right lines. I showed
Sophie. Luckily she came up with the next suggestion
which was going through my mind too.
"I not like colour of my shirt Mister Jack, it make me
look... sick. What you think?"
"Just what I thought Sophie, maybe you could wear one
of my shirts. I've got a clean white one here." I
reached into the wardrobe and pulled out the shirt on
its hanger. I turned around to find that Sophie had
taken off her blouse and was sitting there topless!
"We do it like this please, Mister Jack. Please only my
face and down to 'ere." Sophie drew her hand firmly
across her chest just above her beautiful breasts.
"OK, let's try Sophie." As she hadn't been wearing a
bra there were no strap marks and her shoulders looked
great in the viewfinder. I clicked and murmured "Look
deep into the lens Sophie, think of your boyfriend."
Click. "He's taken his shirt off as well..." Click.
"Just turn this way a fraction." I gently touched her
chin and eased her round slightly. Click, click.
"Great, give me more..." Click, click. "Tilt a
little..." Click.
"OK Sophie that looked super. Can you turn around and
look back across your shoulder, that's it just here
where the sun will catch your hair." I had my hands on
her shoulders to get the position right, her breasts
were a delight and it took all my concentration to keep
my old hands off them.
From behind the camera again I said "Fantastic Sophie."
Click. "You are sensational!" Click, click, click. She
was so sultry, sensuous and almost seducing the lens.
Click, click, click. "If you show your boyfriend these
he will worry about what we were doing!" She laughed.
Click.
"Now Mister Jack, we can take some to 'ere." She now
elegantly drew the line at the top of her jeans!
"OK, Sophie." I was concentrating on the technicalities
to avoid becoming too excited. The last of the sun was
still illuminating Sophie. "Let's turn you almost
sideways. There, as you look at the camera tip your
head back – slightly looking down at the lens." Click,
click. "Shoulders back a touch Sophie, that's great!"
Click, click, click.
"Now turn to face me, put one arm between your breasts
and stroke your fingers on the side of your face." I
needed to adjust her arm and my fingers gently eased
her breast to one side. Click, click. "Head tilted..."
Click. "Pout your lips a little... like a kiss..."
Click, click, click. My old cock was aching now, stiff
and frustrated!
"We have lost the light now Sophie, shall we have a
look at the results?" I was surprised but very pleased
that she did not replace her blouse. Her proximity was
so arousing! Concentrating hard I opened the file of
pictures and ran them as a slideshow in full screen. I
sat back but Sophie drew forward to see the screen. The
first shots were good, far better quality than our
earlier set. They drew ooohs and aaaahs from Sophie. I
found it hard to concentrate as her breasts shook and
quivered with her tiny movements. Her nipples were
stiff and so inviting!
When we came to the head and shoulders she gasped and
turned to me excited and smiling. "Mister Jack, I like
these." She grasped my face and planted a kiss on my
cheek. Oh how I suffered for my art!
The contre-jour lighting was terrific, her face and
skin were fantastic. I was thrilled with the shots.
Then the first full topless shot caused her to gasp and
wrap herself around my arm. "Oh God!" She whispered,
"That's so sexy," she kissed my cheek again. "You make
me look so good Mister Jack." The other shots were
better and better as she related more closely with the
lens. When the show stopped on the final picture we
were both breathless!
Sophie swung a leg across my lap and wrapped her arms
around my head which was buried between her delightful
breasts! I ran my hands gently up her back and softly
kissed the tender flesh pressed to my face. My hands
were barely touching her skin but Sophie seemed to
enjoy the sensation, she eased away slightly from the
hug around my head. My lips were now nibbling, kissing
and caressing the most exquisite breasts imaginable.
I gently let one of my wandering hands find its way
around her ribcage and onto a firm breast. After some
tender touches I lifted the nipple to my lips. Sophie
gasped and pressed the breast closer to my mouth
muttering something unintelligible in Slovakian as she
ran her fingers through my hair. I hoped she was
encouraging my ministrations and continued to lick then
suck on the gorgeous nipple. Sophie groaned and
demanded that the other breast get the same loving. I
obliged with enthusiasm!
This delightful exercise had been under way for a while
when the computer dinged to indicate the arrival of an
email. I was all for ignoring it but Sophie turned
around on my lap and moved my hands to her breasts –
what a thoughtful girl! She clicked the mail button and
saw that it was an answer from her boyfriend. Curses, I
thought, that's the end of play for today. Not a bit of
it!
Sophie read the Slovak's reply and translated roughly
that he liked the picture and was laid on his bed
looking at it now. That excited Sophie who stood up,
unzipped and pulled down her jeans. She sat back on my
lap in just a pair of white cotton panties!
"Now, Mister Jack we send 'im the last picture please,
OK?"
"If you are really sure Sophie. Maybe he will be a
little jealous that I have seen you like this?"
"No, we do now please." She urged, standing up and
undoing my shirt buttons. "Take off shirt Mister Jack,
I want sit behin' you and hold myself against your
body, OK?"
Somehow I edited the picture. It looked fantastic. I
was pleased, Sophie was practically drooling over my
shoulder! I saved the new version and made a reduced
copy to send. Then I clicked the reply tab on the email
and attached the latest picture. Sophie was all for
leaning around me to reply but I suggested she should
get both hands to the keyboard.
"OK, Mister Jack." She whispered as she stood almost
naked and moved to the laptop, "Now you take off jeans
too, OK?"
I guess I was too surprised to do anything but obey,
well that's my excuse! My trousers and socks were
quickly dispatched while Sophie concentrated on the
keyboard. I was now as unclothed as she was, but not
nearly so alluring!
She finished her message and clicked the send button.
Turning from the screen she saw me, smiled and pulled
the front of my boxer pants waistband to bring me into
hugging distance. She was still sitting, I was
standing. As she pulled me closer my straining erection
flipped out of the fly slot and came to rest alongside
her face as she wrapped her arms around me.
She laughed. "We not need these now," and pulled down
the boxers causing old Willie to twang noisily from
down to up as the elastic passed and released him. He
bounced, vibrating into the 'on guard' position and she
giggled again. She kissed the side of my cock.
"Is beautiful. I think 'e wants to play," she murmured
nibbling her way from bottom to top and back again.
She decided to get more comfortable for 'playing' and
signalled for me to get on the bed. Standing back from
the bed she stood, almost naked, and posed. I wished I
had the camera, but possibly I was too shaky for that
now! Facing me she tucked her thumbs under the top of
her panties and in one smooth move pushed them down to
her knees. Standing erect and looking deep into my eyes
she pushed them down her leg with one foot and flicked
them elegantly across the room to where her other
clothes were piled.
"You like?" She growled, running her hands down her
smooth body.
"I like, yes Sophie, I like very much!" I lay back on
the bed as she straddled my hips. I had my first view
of her delightful vagina. A trimmed downy patch of
pubic hair crowned her bare labia which looked moist
already. She lowered herself until her groin was
brushing the tip of my erect dick. After several
increasingly firm passes of her pussy lips across the
purple tip she looked deep into my eyes, sighed and
slowly descended onto my penis.
Her eyes still locked onto mine were now in soft-focus,
maybe was that me or was it her, possibly both.
Grinding oh so slowly in a small circular motion
against my pubic bone she seemed to be screwing my cock
deeper into her body. Now her eyes were definitely in
another place even though they looked my way. Her blond
hair fell forward around her lovely face as her head
tipped forward . . ever the artist I thought 'that
could a nice picture!'
Her motion changed subtly into a slow, gentle rocking
forward and back. Her neck and upper chest flushed and
her cunt squeezed tightly around my cock as an orgasm
swept through her beautiful body. I watched in awe as
she continued to rock throughout the climax. As it
passed she rested hard down on me and slowly lay her
body on top of mine, her legs elegantly outstretched
along mine. My rampant cock was still snug inside her
body.
Panting softly she whispered "That was as beautiful as
your photographs Mister Jack." God, what a compliment.
Most people looks at my snaps and just say "That's
nice." I think I prefer the Slovak way of photo
appreciation!
I wrapped my arms around her and rolled myself on top.
I let my legs fall outside hers and raised my knees a
little. As I eased my body up there was a new pressure
in her cunt from my stiff cock. She gasped. I leaned
forward holding my cock hard up against her clitoris
and kissed her breasts, first one then the other. Then
I stretched up and we kissed deeply, so erotically, so
sweetly, so exquisitely... it was unbelievable!
Here was me, a pensioner, reasonably fit but never-the-
less with grandchildren of the same age as Sophie and I
was embedded deep into her young gripping, dripping
pussy. Being old doesn't get any better than this!
Sophie's movements were becoming more urgent. Her legs
parted so I slipped mine between hers and withdrew my
cock. I ran the tip up and down her very wet vagina
then eased back in, all the way until my balls were on
the cheeks of her backside. Sophie was urging me by
lifting her hips and dropping them. I took the hint and
began long, slow deep strokes. Each arrival brought my
pubic bone snugly against Sophie's clitoris, so each
thrust brought a gasp of pleasure.
My pace increased without any conscious direction from
me. Our contact was faster, more vigorous and much
noisier as Sophie's next orgasm flooded through her. My
own climax was brought closer as her cunt tightened
around my cock. My attempted thrusts were slowed and
the excitement in my balls heightened by the increased
friction. Sophie lifted us both off the bed with her
rigidly raised hips as my climax coincided with her
latest peak. Whatever she was saying sounded good but I
was past learning Slovakian at this point in my life. I
pulsed with the passion of my overwhelmed cock.
"Sophie, Sophie, Sophie" I murmured as I gasped what
could have been my last breath.
Later - moments, minutes, hours, days maybe I came back
to life. Sophie was whispering in my ear "Mister Jack,
that was amazing, but I need to wee wee!"
I rolled off and she staggered to the bathroom. Minutes
later I was still where she left me and she came back
to lay beside me. "Are you OK, Mister Jack?"
"Never better, Sophie, never better." I kissed her
softly as she caressed my naked legs.
The laptop pinged the arrival of an email. "Maybe your
boyfriend is on his way." I joked.
Sophie poked my ribs and went to the laptop. She
laughed as she translated "He say 'e wanked and came
very 'ard all over computer when 'e saw picture!" She
could hardly stop laughing. "It not 'is computer!
Computer is mother's and she come 'ome in ten minutes!"
We roared with laughter until we were even more
exhausted. "Best not tell him what we did when we saw
it." I suggested.
"Mister Jack?" You know you're in trouble when a girl
can say a single syllable like 'Jack' and make it sound
like tone poem! I wondered what she wanted.
"Tomorrow, maybe you take more pictures, OK?" She waved
her hand from her golden head to her pretty feet, "From
'ere to 'ere, with no clothes, OK?"
The End
Copyright © 2009 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved.
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