A Dark Room part 2
I said I'd finish the story of Kalena at a later date.
So here it is.
Kalena took my hand and lead me up to the 'executive bathroom'… 'You honest never look Kalena in shower. Steamy hot and soapy bubble everywhere all over her womanly curves?'
'No. Honest.' 'Can't see if you are sneaky peaky on me, I have shampoo in eyes.'
She turned on the shower, and before you could say 'I am so fucking lucky' the room was full of steam. Kalena let her house-coat fall, along with her knickers, and stepped under the hot stream. 'You want watch me now?' 'OK. '
Ahh yoy my little artist of dark.' That's what she called me, her little artist of dark. Meaning the dark room. I took her photo one evening and showed her how to make a print from a negative and develop it. She was amazed. It was a tiny little room and as she leant over my shoulder watching her image appear, I could feel her tits pressing against me, giving me a bulging hard on in my tight jeans. But she was turned on only by the science of photography that evening.
Still, looking back on it, she didn't have to lean that close into me! I think she was teasing me a bit. She even let her house-coat and bra strap slip off a shoulder while she posed for me. With that cheeky grin. But that was all.
Now though, together in the steamy shower, she was all through with teasing. She grabbed a bottle of shampoo, squirted it over both of us and began working it up into a rich creamy lather. First on her. Then on me. My head, my chest, and down over my stomach where she took my aching erection in her hands. I almost came there and then. But she kissed me and waved a finger. 'No no, not yet my little artist of dark. Not yet.'
She took my hand and put it between her legs. Her cunt was SO hot. Even hotter than the shower. She rubbed her labia and clitoris with my fingers. 'Good, no?'
'Good. Yeah. Beautiful.' 'You like Kalena body? Not too old for young artist? Could be your Mamma.'
'No, you're gorgeous Kalena. I never realised. Never saw you….'
'Yah, yoy, just old cleaning woman, come to work in dirty dress. Look tired. Nobody want to sneaky peak at Kalena naked in the boss's shower. Wash off dirt and stink of hard day. Just old boiling, no good for fuck no more.'
'Boiler. The word's boiler, like an old chicken. I guess.'
'Shut up stupid artist. Who cares if chicken, cabbage, potato, pack of English fucking cheese and onion crisp. Now you see Kalena is a woman. A fucking sexy woman with big breasts. Now you want to fuck her. You want to kiss her sweet pussy and taste her hot juice.' 'I do, Oh god I fucking do!'
'You want I suck your cock?' 'Kalena – I want everything.'
And she gave it to me. I fucked her in every hole, between her tits, her armpits. Her feet. She sucked and wanked and teased me pleased me played with me and herself. In the shower, on the bed in the 'photographic studio set'. Under the arc lights. On the bosses desk. On the stairs. We fucked and fucked and fucked and … fuck me I didn't know it was possible to cum that many times in one night. But it was.
I put her in a taxi and gave the cabbie a tenner, get you anywhere in London back then.
It was a fantastic summer that year. I sort of fell in love with my forty something Czechoslovakian refugee who showed me how a REAL woman fucks. As I said, you probably wouldn't turn around for a second look if you past her on the street. But she did have that cheeky Slavic smile. And tits to fucking die for.
I was fired shortly after that though. Something to do with the Boss finding torn up prints of a middle aged woman in various sexual poses. 'We're not prudes here. I don't care what you get off on. Old birds, boys, goats, fucking frogmen. But you're costing us money. And we have to let you go. So that was that.
I never saw Kalena again, But when I first saw this video
http://xhamster.com/movies/2731813/upskirt_stripshow_hairy_granny.html
on xhamster. I thought I was seeing Kalena again. In the flesh. I only wish.
Enjoy
So here it is.
Kalena took my hand and lead me up to the 'executive bathroom'… 'You honest never look Kalena in shower. Steamy hot and soapy bubble everywhere all over her womanly curves?'
'No. Honest.' 'Can't see if you are sneaky peaky on me, I have shampoo in eyes.'
She turned on the shower, and before you could say 'I am so fucking lucky' the room was full of steam. Kalena let her house-coat fall, along with her knickers, and stepped under the hot stream. 'You want watch me now?' 'OK. '
Ahh yoy my little artist of dark.' That's what she called me, her little artist of dark. Meaning the dark room. I took her photo one evening and showed her how to make a print from a negative and develop it. She was amazed. It was a tiny little room and as she leant over my shoulder watching her image appear, I could feel her tits pressing against me, giving me a bulging hard on in my tight jeans. But she was turned on only by the science of photography that evening.
Still, looking back on it, she didn't have to lean that close into me! I think she was teasing me a bit. She even let her house-coat and bra strap slip off a shoulder while she posed for me. With that cheeky grin. But that was all.
Now though, together in the steamy shower, she was all through with teasing. She grabbed a bottle of shampoo, squirted it over both of us and began working it up into a rich creamy lather. First on her. Then on me. My head, my chest, and down over my stomach where she took my aching erection in her hands. I almost came there and then. But she kissed me and waved a finger. 'No no, not yet my little artist of dark. Not yet.'
She took my hand and put it between her legs. Her cunt was SO hot. Even hotter than the shower. She rubbed her labia and clitoris with my fingers. 'Good, no?'
'Good. Yeah. Beautiful.' 'You like Kalena body? Not too old for young artist? Could be your Mamma.'
'No, you're gorgeous Kalena. I never realised. Never saw you….'
'Yah, yoy, just old cleaning woman, come to work in dirty dress. Look tired. Nobody want to sneaky peak at Kalena naked in the boss's shower. Wash off dirt and stink of hard day. Just old boiling, no good for fuck no more.'
'Boiler. The word's boiler, like an old chicken. I guess.'
'Shut up stupid artist. Who cares if chicken, cabbage, potato, pack of English fucking cheese and onion crisp. Now you see Kalena is a woman. A fucking sexy woman with big breasts. Now you want to fuck her. You want to kiss her sweet pussy and taste her hot juice.' 'I do, Oh god I fucking do!'
'You want I suck your cock?' 'Kalena – I want everything.'
And she gave it to me. I fucked her in every hole, between her tits, her armpits. Her feet. She sucked and wanked and teased me pleased me played with me and herself. In the shower, on the bed in the 'photographic studio set'. Under the arc lights. On the bosses desk. On the stairs. We fucked and fucked and fucked and … fuck me I didn't know it was possible to cum that many times in one night. But it was.
I put her in a taxi and gave the cabbie a tenner, get you anywhere in London back then.
It was a fantastic summer that year. I sort of fell in love with my forty something Czechoslovakian refugee who showed me how a REAL woman fucks. As I said, you probably wouldn't turn around for a second look if you past her on the street. But she did have that cheeky Slavic smile. And tits to fucking die for.
I was fired shortly after that though. Something to do with the Boss finding torn up prints of a middle aged woman in various sexual poses. 'We're not prudes here. I don't care what you get off on. Old birds, boys, goats, fucking frogmen. But you're costing us money. And we have to let you go. So that was that.
I never saw Kalena again, But when I first saw this video
http://xhamster.com/movies/2731813/upskirt_stripshow_hairy_granny.html
on xhamster. I thought I was seeing Kalena again. In the flesh. I only wish.
Enjoy
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