Photofinishing is Done in the Dark
written by:
Little tommy D.

Photofinishing is Done in the Dark

I came home. This is my first visit to my birth city since I left at age seventeen to enter the World of University sports and its secondary objective, an education. I was fortunate enough to have a passion for baseball that converted to a talent that caught the eye of University recruiters. At seventeen I was prepared for baseball, but sorely lacked the passion for study. That flew in the face of my Mom who was the high school principal for all the years I attended the local school system. I struggled with my college courses, and with great difficulty, managed to graduate with a low B minus GPA. My luck on the diamond was the bright spot in my school years as I managed to be selected to the All American team for three of my four playing years. After graduation, I signed a fat, sweet contract with a major league team and put in fifteen years as their first baseman. At my current age of thirty-six, I retired to become the Manager of a competing team. In the idle time waiting for the spring training camp to ramp up, I was invited to pay a visit to my old haunts, see a few friends, and deliver the keynote talk to the local sportsmen's association. This year's president of the association is a former teammate of mine and I eagerly accepted the invitation when he called.

Mom and Dad passed on several years ago and that was the main reason I didn't visit previously. I had no relatives here, most of the old close school pals had moved away and I had no strong ties to the community. Regardless, just seeing the past tugged at my heartstrings and brought a flood of pleasant memories to the fore. After checking in at the hotel, I strolled through town studying the changes, marveling at the number of business that were still churning out many of the same old products, but also updated to the latest and more modern lines. When I entered the arched gate of the park and wandered past the swimming pool, I couldn't stop smiling as I remembered working the concession stand the summers of my junior and senior years. I was a shy kid, always being kidded by the girls about fibbing about my age because of my size. At age sixteen, I hit my peak at six-five, and although I was always a year younger than my classmates--my Mom, as the principal put me in school a year earlier than the others--they all thought I was older. I was too naive to realize that their winking, puckering lips and gentle touching was a come on for more. How boneheaded, huh?

I stared at the concession stand, it's still green wooden windows down and locked, standing tall until May when the pool officially opens. My thoughts went immediately to those young girls and their teasing. They would have been mortified had they known that in the supply room of the concession, behind a shelf of cups, there was a crack between the wooden joists that provided a direct, clear view of the Women's changing room showers. Over those two summers, I saw the tits, ass and pussy of every girl in the school. I wore my hand out while watching them frolic in the showers. I kept one of the Styrofoam cups under the bottom shelf so that I could catch my cum as I jacked off, fucking each of them in my mind. In school, when I saw them in the hallways, on the stage, in the lunchroom, I removed their clothes as I remembered their naked bodies. You can use your imagination when I tell you that my dick had to be held down by my hand in a pocket. Had I not held it close to my body, I would have been a walking advertisement for tents with my ever-hard dick always rising to my rampant pictures of their luscious bodies in the natural state of nakedness.

I wandered away from the pool and took the route through the playground. As I approached the swings, I noticed a statuesque redhead on the ground holding herself up by her elbows. I was somewhat uneasy as I didn't know if she had fallen or was otherwise in need of assistance. I hurried my pace and stepped up beside her and then realized she was prone on purpose, taking pictures from a low angle of the toddlers in the swings being pushed by their mothers. I backed away as few step and watched the swinging tots. I was smiling at the joy when I heard my name being called by the photographer. "Gene! Gene? How in the world are you? My God, it's been a coon's age since you've been around." She lat the camera dropped to her chest. I saw it being caught in its downward drop by the neck strap and she stepped up, holding her hand out. I took the hand to shake it, but she held the hand and wrapped her other arm around me and gave me a hug, saying, "Remember me? Julie Schrader. We were in the same classes. I followed your career from college through the majors. You've had an amazing life since you dumped us."

"Ouch! That hurt, Julie. Dumped you? Well, in thinking about it, that's a good word for my behavior although I didn't intend it. It just worked out that way after Mom and Dad passed on."

"Yeah, I loved your Mom. She was one great teacher and a better principal. Hey, got time for a coffee. We can discuss what we've been doing all these years."

"Who in town makes that much coffee?" That remark hit her funny bone and she giggled all the way to the drugstore, the local hangout and popular snack location.

The first question on her mind was my marital status. Empty. I gave her my boring background that was concentrated on nothing but baseball for the last twenty-one years. I found that she had taken over her Dad's studio and photography business when he retired and moved to Florida. She ran down the list of those we knew who remained in the old town and why. She related who was married ad to who, the number of kids each couple had produced, and after three cups, we talked about the future She had no steady beau, her business took all her time, she had just turned thirty six as I had. She looked at her phone, saw the time, and said she had to run as she had three portraits scheduled for the afternoon. Before she left, she invited me to the studio, asking me to drop by anytime after seven. I agreed, stood, hugged her this time, and watched the familiar ass go through the door and turn left. I was holding my cup as I smiled, picturing her naked body in my mind as my dick was rising in my lap. I looked down and figured I'd need another refill while I waited for it to behave and lay down.

I continued my tour, slowly moseying, gazing at the sameness in my memories. I was somewhat stunned when I realized that I truly loved this old town. I didn't comprehend what it meant to me until now. I learned about living from the people who took me under their wings and told me of life and how it should be lived. I thought about our neighbors and how they fed me, how they treated me as one of their own. I felt tears gathering as I remembered the kindness of everyone as they gave me guidance. Holy Shit! I'm getting maudlin in my middle years, but I meant it when the thought of love for the town hit me.

When I reached the corner, I picked up my pace. I needed to unpack, shower and change clothes if I'm to meet Julie at seven. I opened my room to the blinking red light on the phone. I hit the play button, but instead of the caller, I triggered the front desk. The operator answered and informed me that I had two calls, both from Dick Callum. I asked if she knew who he was as the name wasn't familiar to me. She told me he was the sports editor of the local newspaper. He had only left his number. I asked her to ring it. When he was on the phone, he asked for an interview he had planned about the story for the Sunday edition of the hometown boy succeeding in the big bad world of sports. I made it for ten tomorrow morning at Peppy's Pancakes and More, a fabled institution that had been serving breakfast to the townsfolk's for the last seventy-seven years.

At thirteen after seven, I tapped on the studio door at the corner of Phillips and Alderson. I watched as Julie came for the back, behind the curtains, and opened the door. I grinned and said, "Fashionably late. I didn't want to appear to be too eager." She laughed again, took me by the arm and pulled me through the curtain and into the mysterious world of chemicals, pans, evil looking machines, backgrounds of all description, dark green and black velvet draping, odd chairs and stools, and I quit looking my head was swiveling so much as it took in the studio. She saw the puzzlement on my face and said, "I won't even try to explain, only say that I'm prepared for any type of job that comes along. Take today for instance when you found me on the ground. That's a job for a magazine for parents. The writer is featuring the equipment for children under six. He talks about the safety of certain equipment, the dangers of others, and it's generally a guide of what to look for when you take the toddlers to play.

"Most of my work is for magazines, but I do a pot-full of book covers for publishers. It pays the rent and buys me gas for the wheels and I'm happy with it. And by the way, I want to do a portrait of you while you're here. The school board wants to hang it in the high school as an inspiration to the students. Who'd thought that little ole me would be taking the picture of the concession stand soda jerk who left home and made good. Wow! Boggles my mind."

I grinned down at her and spouted, "Hey, you're not alone. I still have trouble getting a grasp on it. All I wanted to do was play first base. I didn't want to become a celebrity, that was thrown at me by people like you and their cameras."

"I don't remember you beating on any photographer's. To be a real celebrity, you have to stay pissed at the paparazzi even though you wouldn't be a celebrity without them. That's one of the 'Catch 22's' of succeeding. You have to depend on the enemy."

I rubbed my chin, paused, and replied, "Interesting point. I never thought of it that way. I need to study that for a bit, but while I'm considering it, how about something to eat. I have a hole to fill that's beginning to scream at me."

"I could buy into that thought even though my hole's smaller than yours," and when she realized how she had said that, she burst out laughing and slapped my arm, responding, "Well, it is, but I meant the hole in my stomach."

That instigated my reflex and I laughed harder and longer than I had in ages. I was beginning to grow a solid fondness for Julie. She is witty, fun, and gorgeous now that she has matured. I boldly asked, "Julie, how tall are you and what do you weigh? I'm not good at guessing. The carnival always took my money at that booth."

"Gene, at last count, which was nine months ago, I was five eight and a half and dressed out at 127 on the scale. It has been about that range for the last five years. I'm pleased with it because I don't have to work at it as do some of the gals I know. Come on, let's eat."

She drove me to an excellent Italian restaurant that was owned by two brothers who were several years younger than we are. When she introduced me to one of the brothers, he slapped his right cheek, his mouth flew open and he turned and ran. He was back in a flash with his brother being drug by the arm and he was saying, "Dino, this is Gene Workman, the baseball hero from here. I can't believe you're eating with us. Thank you, Julie. Thank you. Wait until I tell Papa who was here. He watched all your games. Dinner, whatever you want, bring me the check. I'll tear it up!"

When their excitement died down, we were escorted to a prime table, an older waiter assigned to us, and the food began to flow. Once we were sated, I left a twenty on the table for the nice service, snuck to the register and paid the bill, got in the car and returned to the studio.

Julie led me into the dark room, telling me she was going to process the pictures on the swings and that we could talk while she worked. I had never been in a dark room before and was surprised to find that they're not really dark, they lit by a special red light that doesn't affect the emulsions on the papers and the actual film. We gabbed about several past incidents we were both familiar with and we arrived at conclusions, some in agreement, some not so much.

Julie was buy in the pans, and see sighed deeply, turned her head slightly and began, "Gene, we're no longer kids and we handle things like adults, so I want to tell you something I know about you that may shock you. Will my mind if I continue?"

"No, but I can't imagine what you would know that is shocking. Go ahead. I can handle it."

She sighed again, breathing in deeply, and said, "Those summers you worked at the pool. I knew you were peeking through the crack at us."

"Oh, shit, Julie! And you didn't say anything about it? I would never have suspected that anyone knew what I was doing." How long did you know?"

"Almost from the start. Why do you think I came to you and flirted? I was trying to get you to take me out. I wanted to fuck you so much, but you ignored me. Not only me, but the other girls also."

"Did others know I watched?"

"Most of them. We didn't care, we wanted to tempt and tease you enough that would make you want us. The only thing you wanted was baseball and that was our problem. I'll shock you a tad more if you're ready for it. Say when."

"I'm not sure what I'm getting into here, but, when."

"I watched when you jacked off and cum in the cup. It made me so hot I took cold showers to cool my pussy. At night I'd lay in bed and think of your dick shooting the cum in the cup and I'd masturbate for hours, imagining you shoving that magnificent dick in my twat and Cumming until I was full and overflowing. Does that shock you? Be honest."

I coughed, cleared my throat and said, "I'm beyond shock, I'm thunderstruck. I have never dreamed that women had thoughts like you just described. I can tell you that if young boys knew that, it would be 'Katy, bar the door!' and fucking would be the order of the day."

She laughed, pulled a print from the chemical bath, and spit back at me, "When in the Hell have you been, Gene? 'Katy barred the door about five years ago. The girls give blow jobs in the hallways at school these days. As long at the dicks not inside them, it isn't sex. They send pictures of their naked bodies over the phone now and it circulates throughout the school so that everyone can vote on whether it's good or not."

"You've got to be kidding me! That really happens here in our old school? My Mom would have a heart attack if she found someone showing her navel, so now they pull out their dicks? Where is this going? Will the schools furnish rooms with beds when the kids get the urge?"

"Maybe. It's an interesting thought, isn't it?"

She hung the last print on the line, took her gloves off, poured the chemicals in a large bottle, turned the red light off, and I found myself in absolute total darkness. I was hesitant to move from the stool because I couldn't see Julie, the counter, or the door. I was waiting for her instructions until I understood what to do next. I heard a scraping on the floor near my legs and assumed it was Julie passing by to get the light. I waited, and then I felt a hand take my zipper and pull it down until it was fully open. That same hand reached inside and grabbed my flaccid dick and squeezed. I jerked at the feeling and Julie, on the floor beneath me, softly whispered, "Let's play schoolgirl. Pretend we're in the hallway near the athletic trophy case, you're leaning against the wall, I am on my knees in front of you, and I do this,"--she pulled her hand and my dick through the fly opening, exposing it to the air and she fondled it softly, stroking it up and down encouraging it to rise.

"Julie, are you sure you want to do this now? I'm not objecting, but I want your assurance that you don't feel it's an obligation and not voluntary."

"Shut up, Gene. I've waited twenty-two years for this. Imagine, twenty-two long years for my dream to be fully realized. Have you ever thought of me?"

"I still picture you through that crack in the wall. It courses through my mind at the oddest times. Yes, Julie, I see you naked more often than you'd believe. Today when you left the coffee shop, I could see your naked ass going out the door. I had to have another refill waiting for my hard on to go down after you left."

"That's what I love to hear, Gene. As Bette Davis once said, "Hang on, it's going to be a bumpy ride!" She enveloped my dick with her mouth and began sucking it to its full hardness. I leaned back against the wall, stretched my legs and exposed more of my dick. Her warm, wet mouth felt like heaven on my throbbing dick as her tongue was performing magic on the corona of the head. I was thrusting into her mouth, her thumb had encircled the shaft and I was fucking through that circle. I reached and unbuckled my belt, opened the button at the top and began to pull my pants and shorts off. She skipped a few beats to allow the pants and shorts to clear my dick and then she returned to the aggressive sucking, but this time, holding tight to my balls. My eyes still hadn't adjusted to the darkness and I couldn't see her working on my dick.

I pushed myself forward slowly, reached inside her blouse, pushed her bra aside and tweaked her nipple, garnering a moan around my dick that vibrate into my balls. I had one hand in her hair, the other wrapped around her tit, and she quit sucking, just holding my dick in her wet mouth. She let go, backed off, took my hand and instructed, "Follow me." She led me through the dark room, into a secondary room that smelled of paper. She pulled my arm, stopped abruptly, turned around, let go of my hand, took my dick and guided it to her pussy, from the rear. I stood there waiting, and she ultimately said, "I'm bent over the boxes of photo paper. I want you to fill me to overflowing with your cum, Gene. Just as in my dreams. I grabbed her hips, felt the entrance to her pussy at the head of my dick and I pushed, hard. She jolted, groaned, reached back and took my balls in her hands and pulled. My dick ached to pound her pussy harder and harder. I rammed it in and back out, never slowing, never saying anything.

I could hear her uttering indecipherable phrases, sighing, moaning, and once saying, it's better than I ever thought it could be." That was my feeling also, as I picture her supple, nubile body from twenty two ago flashing through my mind. It all seemed to be the same as I saw it except that time my dick was in her pussy, not in my rough hand. I reached and found her asshole, I wet my finger and stuck in up to the second knuckle and wiggled it. I hit a nerve and when she felt both her pussy and her asshole being fucked, she ran several spasms through her body, screamed loud enough to wake the town, and jerked my balls forward, triggering my climax and when she felt it coursing through my dick, yelled at me, "Fill me, Gene! Fill me like in my dreams. I want it running down my legs; I want it covering your dick. God, Gene. Ram it home, ram it harder. Cum, cum, cum, and don't stop."

I did my best. I hadn't had sex it six weeks and I was loaded with semen. I still couldn't see her, but I kept fucking the image in my mind until she stiffened, lifted her ass higher, gasped and fell forward causing my dick to exit her pussy and spurt my second climax on her limp body in the dark below me. I released her hips, grabbed my dick and milked the last of the flow, mostly ending in my right palm. I bent cautiously forward, sensed she wasn't moving, touched her hair and lowered my head to kiss her cheek, whispering in her ear, "Julie, we were awesome together, but I want to see you, to appreciate your body, to touch where I wasn't able to see, to make love to the woman I can only picture as a sixteen year-old girl naked in the shower."

She moved her head, breathlessly telling me, "I waited and waited for you and now that you're here, please promise me we'll have repeats before you leave."

"I whispered back, "I promise and I never renege on my promises."

"Help me up, please. I can't find strength enough in my legs to stand on my own."

I found her hands, turned her over and lifted her to my arms. I carried her back to the darkroom and sat her in the chair. I found the red light switch, looked for my shorts and pants, found them, but couldn't locate her clothes. She saw my dilemma and told me they were in the cabinet under the trays. I spotted them when I opened the door and as I took them out, she instructed me. "Look to the left, take one of the hand towels and wet it for me, please. I need to clean myself before I dress." I did as she said, use it to clean her back and handed it to her. She wiped her crotch several time, ran the towels down her legs, and when she felt clean of all the cum, threw the towels in the bin at the end of the counter.

When she stood to dress, I squinted my eyes to get the eerie picture of her body in the red light. The sight of the strangely lit form was prompting my dick to rise again. I turned my head and memorized the way back to the studio door. When she put the last shoe on, I took her arm, turned the light out, shot down the memorized path and into the main studio. When we were in the normal light, I put my arms around her and kissed her passionately. When we broke, she held my hand and said, "Gene, I want to make a suggestion to you. I'll drive you to the hotel; you go pack and check out. I'll be waiting in their parking lot. I want you to move in with me while you're here. How about it?"

"What will your neighbors say? Aren't you concerned?"

"My house is the house I grew up in, Gene. It's four bedrooms, three baths, a basement, and I'll say you're an old school friend, which is true, and that I invited you to use one of the spacious empty rooms. Case closed. Everyone knows that I have the job to document the sports program so it's a natural."

"You'll be doing the pictures? I didn't know that, no one told me it was you?

"It's me, and not only pictures, but full video of the program. It will be sold as a fund raiser for the youth programs they sponsor. They figure with you in it, they won't waste the opportunity to spread it around. I was told last Friday that 37 establishments have agreed to feature in their stores.

"I'm flabbergasted! I never imagined that people would even remember me."

We were now in the car on the way to the hotel. Julie looked over and softly said, "If you can keep a secret, I'll tell you another thing about your return. Can you remain mum until Monday evening?

"As long as you occupy my time, I won't be able to tell anyone, besides, who do I still know? I promise to keep mum. Remember, I don't renege.""

"I plan to occupy you day and night, especially the nights. The secret is that on Tuesday following the banquet; the city is changing Revere Street to Gene Workman Way as a tribute to your career."

"I'm not certain I want to replace Paul Revere. He was a true hero. I'm a mere baseball hack. Why Revere, why not some obscure, hidden street where no one goes?"

"Easy answer. The new bypass is half done and the intent is name it Revere Turnpike. Revere would have been changed anyway at some point. Keep mum and enjoy the attention while you can. The people here love you so they want to show it."

I had been in the house many times before with her brother, Gary, so I was in familiar territory. She directed me to take my things in Gary's room, drop them off and then come to the master bedroom. I would actually be staying in it, not in Gary's unless someone dropped in. I arranged my suitcase and hanging clothes, sat my shoes under the bed and went to the master bedroom. I was pleasantly surprised to see her emerge from the walk-in closet with nary a stitch covering any space on her body. I quickly compared the thought of the young Julie with the image before me and knew that the mature version was far more appealing. She told me to get undressed and meet her in the bath. I'm no fool so I dropped my clothes with the speed of lightening and stepped into the bath. She had the huge walk-in shower running, motioned me forward, opened the door and I followed her in.

The shower stall was huge, as only a woman needed for it to be huge. She saw my puzzled look and said, "I remodeled the bath after Dad and Mom moved to Florida. Like It? I nodded and continued to look around the walls. Its centerpiece was the large, glass-wall and the view it gave of the entire bath area. The change that I admired most was the built-in seat in the angle of the rear walls where they joined at the end of the glass. It had a super long shower hose, far long enough to reach the wall seat. It had a high-pressure multi-sprinkle head that was attached to the normal easy-rain shower head, and the whole shebang stood eight feet high. I loved it! Julie turned the water to low and used the shower hose to wet the seat, warming it to remove the shock of sitting on cold tile. She used the multi-hook bracket attached to the wall to hold the hose in place. She turned, put her hands on each of my biceps gently pushed me backwards until my calves hit the tile seat, and I had to sit or fall. I chose to sit.

The warm tile felt pleasingly nice on my ass and the tip of my balls where they touched the tile. The sight of Julie's pussy facing my eyes coupled with the warm seat started a stirring in my happy dick, and I watched her dazzling ass turning away from me. She adjust the water, returned and dropped to her knees in front of me, grabbed each knee and pulled my non-resisting legs fully open. She smiled up at me and whispered, "Oh, my, Gene. Now that I see it again up close, it's really bigger than it felt and way bigger than I remember when I watched you jacking off after looking at my nakedness. From what I see happening, he wants to play again?" I grinned, and she shocked me with her speed as she took my dick in her hand, lowered her head and licked circles around the outer edge of the head.

I moaned, lay back against the wall and watched as she increased the circling with her tongue. She used her right hand and began jacking the shaft ever so slowly. I thrust my pelvis upward and forward to open her to give access to suck my entire dick. She understood my message and deep-throated me, moving her rapidly head up and down with increasing vigor. Right when I felt I would lose my third load of the evening, I pulled her head up, looked at her and said, "Julie, I want to save that for later as it may be the last for today. I want to change places with you because I am dying to taste the pussy that's coursed through my mind for the last twenty-two years."

I went to my knees, leaned forward, inched my knees forward, dropped my head and guided my face forward , kissing her inner thighs as I advanced to the image I have always savored. I sniffed as I planted the last kiss at the juncture of her thigh and her vulva. I tenderly parted the pubic hair, stared at the entrance of her pussy and felt my heart wanted to jump in the entrance ahead of me. I gently started spreading the lips apart as I held the hair back away from the vaginal entrance. When I decided to taste her, I barely touched her clit with the tip of my tongue. She moaned softly, flexed her abdomen from the gratification and put both hands on the side of my head. I looked up, her eyes were totally closed, and her face angelic with the bliss my tongue was giving her. I ever so slightly increased the pressure on her clit, moving my tongue up and down, left and right, until her moaning turned into a continuous low, deep droning. I ran my tongue from the clit into the entrance of her pussy and circled the inside.

I began a pattern inside the walls of her pussy, up and around the clit, then back to the inside. Her moaning became louder; she was squirming under me, moving her ass around the seat, raising her pelvis and performing circles. Suddenly she stopped moaning; she pulled my head up, turned it and pointed to the hose. I reached up, took it from the hook, she grabbed my hand that held the showerhead, and hit the 'On' button. "Gene, Gene! Use it to hit my button, please! This is how I masturbate when thinking of you!" I instantly directed it exactly on the clit, the pressure causing me to laugh as it bounced back in my face. In less than a split-second, she went into her orgasmic mode, flailing her arms, screaming, squirming, humping, and hugging the seat as she moved her ass from side to side. I continued to direct the pressure stream for another minute or so, hung the hose back on the hook, inched my body forward and guided my ramrod-hard stiff dick into the opening of her Garden of Eden. I rammed, I pumped while the water flowed from her pussy around my moving dick. The warmth of the water, the warm interior of her pussy coupled and brought me to a stimulating fiery climax. I shot more cum that I ever thought possible inside her; I withdrew, spurted cum on her pussy, her abdomen, and accidentally on the glass wall of the shower. I felt like I had hit five consecutive home runs in one game and one who could spit his load throughout the town. When I was nearing the point of becoming dry of cum, Julie fell to the floor and sucked the last of the cum from my weary dick. We kissed again while we were both on our knees and the easy showerhead raining over us keeping us in warmth.

We dried and went to the bed. She left a nightlight on, climbed in on the right side and lay on her back on the gold sheeted mattress. I joined her and turned on my left side so that I could see her entire alluring body. I observed her as she closed her eyes and I stared at her until I was certain that she was asleep. I spent the next few hours gazing at the magnificence of her body. I was mesmerized.