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The Digital Photo Shop
By Bruce Hannon

Copyright 2001.
bruce_hannon@yahoo.co.uk



DISCLAIMER AND WARNING

This story is a work of fiction.  None of the
characters are based on real people.  The story has
sexually explicit content.  If you are offended by
sexually explicit material, if you are under age or it
is illegal for you to download, read or possess such
material then please delete the file without reading
any further.


THE DIGITAL PHOTO SHOP

This story is about a rather unusual and special
customer.  It starts on a Friday morning when a very
attractive dark haired girl came to the counter at my
photo shop.  The shop is in a suburban mall.  It's
quite new.  I opened it just over a month ago.  It
caters for people who are buying digital cameras but
are not really into computers, graphics software and
so on.  They need a place, like the old-fashioned
photo shops, where they can bring their cameras and
have the pictures printed for them.

The Digital Photo-Shop, as I call it, offers a
standard service, where we copy the pictures from your
camera or smart card to a disk and print you copies on
a colour printer.  We also offer a lot of optional
extras and special services like cropping your
pictures, resizing pictures, image manipulation,
producing business cards with a mini portrait on them
and many other odds and ends.  I am forever dreaming
up services I can sell and the business is starting to
do very well.

"Can I help you?"  I asked my gorgeous new customer.

"Yes," she said, with a shy smile, as she placed a
camera on the counter.  " I've some pictures in this
camera that I need printed.

"No problem.  Do you want them printed on glossy
paper?  We can do them standard size or bigger if the
resolution is high enough.  Is there anything special
you would like us to do?"

"I'm not sure," she said, "Perhaps you can help me. 
I'm trying to get some modelling work and I need a
portfolio.  A friend, a newspaper photographer, is
helping me.  He took these picture but he's not keen
to try and print them at his work." 

I smiled at her and nodded understandingly.

"His editor would have a fit," she explained.  They're
very strict about their staff doing private work."

"That's not a problem", I assured her.  "We can help
you with that." 

"I'm not sure what is best?"  She looked questioningly
at me.

"Well," I said, "We can take the pictures, as they
are, and print them for you on glossy paper.  That's
the lowest cost service but it might not be making the
most of them.  You will probably want to do lot of
cropping and arranging to make up a good portfolio. 
We can do most of that for you on the computer.  We
can also improve the colours, lighten or darken the
pictures, take out messy backgrounds, produce
soft-focus effects and all stuff like that.  With our
deluxe service," I added, "You sit with me and show me
what you want.  I manipulate the picture and you can
see it on the monitor screen.  Only when it's exactly
what you want do I print it."

"That sounds amazing," she said.  "Do I have to make
an appointment or how does it work."

"Well, normally I only do that kind of work after the
shop closes at six but we're very quiet on Friday
mornings.  I could spend a couple of hours on it now
if you like?  You may have to be patient and wait
while I attend to any customers but it should be
fine."

"Oh.  Wow.  That's terrific.  Can we do it now?"

"Sure," I grinned, picking up the camera and searching
in a drawer under the counter for the correct lead to
link it to the computer.  "What's your name by the
way?"

"Amy," she replied.  "Amy Stevens."

"Hi Amy Stevens," I said, "I'm Neil.  Neil Braddock."

"Hello Neil," she smiled at me.

I hooked the camera up, created a folder called
Stevens Amy and copied about 24 images to my hard
drive.  Then I fired up the editing software and
loaded the first picture.  It was taken outdoors in
what must have been a park or a large garden.  It was
a full-length shot.  Amy was wearing a light cotton
print summer dress cinched in at the waist with a
flaring skirt.  She was posing with her body three
quarters facing the camera, her head turned slightly
to the camera and her deep blue eyes looking directly
at it.  One arm hung free at her side.  The other hand
rested on her hip.  She looked pretty damn good.  The
only distracting thing was big shrub with bright
purple flowers to her left, which tended to draw
attention away from her.

I suggested that we crop the picture to get rid of the
shrub.  With a couple of clicks of the mouse I showed
her what I had in mind.  Then I suggested that we
could subtly tone down some of the blues, which would
make her skin look more tanned.  Soon I had a
much-improved picture on the screen.  She loved it.  I
sent it to the printer and then copied the file to a
stiffy, which I had marked with her name and the date
and the legend "Disk # 1."

There were several more shots in the park, some of
which we rejected and some we printed.  Then a picture
loaded showing Amy on the beach in a tiny blue string
bikini.

"Very nice!"  I exclaimed.  "You've got a fabulous
figure!  Very sexy!"

She blushed scarlet but didn't say anything.  I hoped
that I hadn't offended her.

I produced several pictures from that single image.  A
full length shot, a shot cropped just where the hips
started to swell from her narrow waist and a long sexy
leg, from pointed toes to hip.

"You need that sort of picture in a modelling
portfolio too," I explained.  They need models for
stockings and jewellery and stuff where they only show
the legs, or a hand or whatever.  I think they call it
Body Parts."

"Gee!" she said.  "There's more to putting together a
portfolio than I thought.

Eventually, when we were finished, I handed her an
envelope with about forty different pictures and four
stiffy disks with copies of the compressed image
files.

"You know that you should include some pictures in
more formal wear," I told her.  "All the pictures we
worked on today were beachwear, casual dresses, jeans,
shorts, crop tops and so on.  With your figure you
should think about doing some glamour stuff too.  It
can pay very very well.  You don't need to do heavy
erotic stuff to make very good money either.  Just
some lingerie modelling and maybe a bit of topless
beach stuff if you're comfortable with that."

"I'm not sure about that," she blushed handing me her
credit card in payment for the work I had done.

I'm a sucker for a pretty woman and gave her a
generous discount.

"See you again soon?"  I asked, handing her card back
to her.

"Probably," she responded.

She gave me another smile and what I thought of as a
slightly probing look before turning and striding
briskly toward the exit.  I watched the sexy sway of
her hips and admired the round swell of her backside
in the tight white jeans she wore.  I very much hoped
that she would be back.

The following Friday she reappeared at the counter,
the camera swinging from her wrist.

"Can you do some more pictures for me?"  She asked.

"Sure thing," I replied.

She came around the counter and sat next to me at the
computer.  I hooked up the camera and copied another
batch of pictures to her folder.

This time the first picture was taken in what looked
like a formal lounge.  She was wearing a simple but
elegant black cocktail dress and looked ravishing. 
The top was cut low and a push up bra accentuated her
lovely breasts.  The skirt ended just above the knee
and her sheer stockings flattered her fine calves and
ankles.  She blushed her usual shy blush when I
complimented her but looked very happy.

There were several other good pictures of her in
formal eveningwear and working together we produced
some great additions to her growing portfolio.  Then,
I loaded a picture, which had me giving an involuntary
gasp of admiration and brought a flush to her face. 
The picture showed Amy standing in front of a mirror. 
Her back was to the camera.  She was apparently in a
bedroom, a very feminine bedroom.  She wore only a
tiny lacy bra and panties.  The panties were high cut
on her thighs making her legs look long and sleek. 
The soft fabric tightly cupped her taught firm
buttocks, highlighting their shape.  Her back was
smooth and flawless, intersected by the narrow strap
of her bra.  Her neck was long and elegant.  Her hair
was piled on the top of her head with a few loose
strands hanging in soft curls against her cheeks.  In
the mirror you could see her from the waist up.  Her
slim waist and taught stomach emphasised the swell of
her hips and the curve of her breasts in the tiny lacy
cups that only just covered her nipples.  It was a
picture wet dreams are made from.

"Amy," I said, "You are so beautiful and so, so sexy. 
Any guy seeing you like this is going to get an
instant boner."

Her blush deepened.  I notice her glance
surreptitiously at my lap.  She had to be able to see
that I was telling the truth.  I was so hard that it
hurt.  I hoped that she would take it as a serious
compliment and not get upset or embarrassed.

How I managed to keep my mind on the job at hand I'm
not sure but eventually I handed Amy another envelope
full of pictures and a few more disks.  They weren't
the only stiffies around.

"Amy, if you ever decide to do any glamour work,
please, please bring the pictures to me for printing,"
I grinned as I returned her credit card.

She didn't say anything but the bounce in her step and
sway of her hips as she walked away convinced me that
she was feeling pretty good about herself.  I guess
that she had enjoyed my all too sincere compliments. 
I was really getting to like Amy, a lot.  I hoped that
she would be back soon.

Next Friday I waited to see Amy again.  When she had
not arrived almost half an hour after her usual time I
began to feel a deepening sense of despair.  The day
dragged on.  By mid-afternoon I was very miserable.  I
could not take my mind off her.  I realised that
although I new her name I had no address or telephone
number, no way to contact her.  Would I see her again?

Then, just before closing time, there she was, waiting
at the counter when I looked up from working on some
pictures I was printing for another customer.

"Hi Amy," I greeted her with relief.  The wave of
happiness that washed over me made me realise how much
this lovely girl was getting to me.

Amy looked kind of edgy.  She returned my greeting
before asking if I could print some more pictures for
her.

"Of course I can," I answered her.  "I have been
hoping that you would come.  I sort of thought you
might not when it got so late."

"I'm sorry," she said.  "I nearly didn't.  I, er, well
I'll maybe tell you when we do the pictures."

Puzzled, I finished the last print in the batch I had
been working on, packaged them and slipped them into a
slot under the counter to wait for collection.

"Come on then," I said to her taking the camera and
hooking it up to the computer.

After copying the pictures to disk I loaded the first
one.  I couldn't help noticing that Amy was holding
her breath as the picture came up on the screen.  It
showed Amy in the same bedroom in which the lingerie
shots had been taken.  The pose was nearly identical
with her back to the camera and her image from the
waist up visible as a reflection in the mirror.  Only,
this time she wasn't wearing anything.  I stared at
her beautiful tight buttocks facing the camera.  The
lighter triangle of skin normally protected by her
bikini emphasised the golden tan of her back and her
long shapely legs.  In the mirror her blue eyes had a
far away dreamy look and a whimsical smile teased the
corners of her full mouth.  White triangles of
sun-protected skin drew my eyes to her firm, shapely
breasts.  Her nipples were surrounded by small dark
aureoles.  The nipples were slightly lighter and
pinker and about the diameter of the tip of my finger.
 They were erect and stood out proudly from her
breasts.

"Wow!"  I gasped.  "You are so beautiful."

I heard Amy release her breath with a deep sigh.

"I was very nervous about letting you see these," she
said.  I'm still not sure I....", she let the sentence
drift into silence.

I turned to look at her.  There was a look in her eyes
I had not seen before.  Her lips were slightly parted.
 I couldn't help noticing that she was breathing hard,
as if she had just done some strenuous exercise.  Her
chest was rising and falling rapidly.  My eyes were
drawn to the swell of her breasts moving inside the
tight knit top she was wearing.  Her nipples were
pressing the stretchy material out in two clearly
visible points.

"Don't you want to see the others?" she asked in
almost a whisper.

I quickly loaded the next image.  Amy was now seated
in front of the mirror, brushing her hair.  Her arms
were up and hands were behind her head, one holding
the brush, the other her hair.  The pose raised her
breasts, giving them more prominence and, if possible,
an even sexier shape.

The next image showed Amy sitting cross-legged on the
bed, facing the camera.  She was clutching a fluffy
white teddy bear to her chest.  The toy hid her
breasts but the dark triangle of her pubic mound was
just visible above a foot, nestled into the junction
of her spread thighs.  I loaded another image.  The
camera had been moved around the foot of the bed to a
position off to one side.  Amy was lying on her back,
hands behind her head, her near side leg bent at the
knee and raised so that her pubic area was hidden. 
Her far side leg was stretched straight out, flat on
the bed.  The camera position emphasised the length of
her shapely legs.  Her breasts were now slightly
flattened on her chest but her erect nipples drew my
eyes like magnets.  While her pose was modest, more
arty than erotic, the expression on her face was that
of a highly aroused woman.  She looked so sexy that my
already troublesome erection became even more
uncomfortable.  I had to surreptitiously reach down to
try and ease my rock hard penis into a more
comfortable position.  I noticed Amy glance at my
crotch as I did so.

The software I was using at that moment had a cursor
that looks like a little hand.  You use it to shift
the image around on the screen.  As Amy watched I
placed the cursor over the image of her breast and
made it move in a small circular path, as if caressing
the breast.  I hoped that I had read her signals
correctly.

She stared fixedly at the image on the screen.  Her
arms lifted as she folded them across her chest. 
Subconsciously, I think, she cupped one breast and
squeezed it drawing in a deep sighing breath at the
same time.
 
I clicked the mouse to load the next picture.  In this
one Amy was standing next to the bed facing to the
right of the camera.  Her one foot, pointed downwards,
only the toes touching the ground, the leg bent
slightly at the knee and one hand resting lightly on
the top her thigh.  Her weight was on the other leg,
the nearside one.  Her free hand cupped her buttock. 
This pose showed her breasts more from the side. 
Their lovely curves and dark erect nipples were
silhouetted against a light coloured wall in the
background.  The swell of her pubic mound covered with
a neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair contrasted
vividly with the pale bikini protected skin
surrounding it.

I noticed Amy, sitting on the stool next to me, kept
squeezing her jeans clad thighs tightly together and
twisting her torso slightly from side to side.  I
looked straight at her and she stared into my eyes
with an expression on her face that I couldn't
interpret.  Suddenly and impulsively I leaned towards
her, tilting my head slightly and pressed my lips to
hers.  She responded, pressing forward, increasing the
pressure of her lips on mine.  I reached up and cupped
the back of her head in my hand, pulling her to me and
slightly parting my lips.  Her tongue tentatively
teased between them.  I met it with mine and soon we
were kissing deeply and very intimately.

"Come home with me," she whispered in a husky voice.

"But your boyfriend, the guy who took these beautiful
pictures, won't he be there?"  I asked.

"She grinned.  "  He is not that kind of boyfriend. 
He's, well he's a good friend, but he prefers boys to
girls.  That's why I let him take these pictures.  I
sort of feel safe with him.  If he liked girls I would
have felt too vulnerable posing like that."

I quickly closed up and the two of us left, arm in
arm.  We reached Amy's apartment a few minutes later
and she let us in with a key from a small purse she
carried.  As soon as the door closed behind us I
pulled her into my arms and kissed her again.  There
was urgency between us that I had never before
experienced.  After a long and passionate kiss that
left us both panting, she took me by the hand and led
me to her bedroom.  I recognised it immediately from
the pictures.  She was already pulling her top from
her jeans and lifting it over her head as she entered
the room.  I too pulled my shirt off.  I sat on the
edge of the bed to untie my shoes.  When I stood up
she was naked from the waist up and was tugging at the
belt of her jeans.  She dropped them to the floor and
stepped out of them.  Her hands went quickly tugged at
the waistband of her snugly fitting stretch cotton
panties and they joined her jeans on the floor.  She
was even more beautiful in the flesh than she had been
in her pictures.

By now I was wearing only a pair of jockey shorts. 
She stepped forward and tugged them down my thighs
allowing my erect penis to bounce up from their
restrictive embrace.  She took it in one hand,
squeezing gently while standing on tiptoe to bring her
mouth to mine.  We kissed again.  Walking backwards
with her lips still clamped to mine she pulled us to
the bed.  She sat down, pulling me with her.  She
wriggled back onto the bed, bending her knees and
spreading her thighs so that I was drawn down between
them, leaning over her.  She reached between us to
guide my erect penis towards the junction of her
thighs.  I felt her press its head between her soft
vaginal lips and then move it up and down between them
a few times, coating it's swollen tip with her hot
juices before pushing it downward to her opening.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

I pushed forward and felt my penis slide into her. 
Her hot slippery vagina embraced it, squeezing and
massaging it as I filled her.  A moan of pleasure rose
from deep in her throat and she wrapped her long legs
around me, lifting her hips and pulling me deeper into
her as I started to thrust down.  She pressed her
heals to my buttocks, pulling at me on each down
stroke, relaxing the pressure as I pulled back before
thrusting down into her again.  I knew that I could
not last long.  I had been too aroused for too long. 
But I did not expect her to climax so quickly.  After
less than a minute I felt her hips start to gyrate,
felt her pubic bone mashing against mine.  A stream of
unintelligible sounds bubbled from her throat.  She
grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into me.  She
arched her back upwards, grinding her pelvis harder
and harder against mine.

"Yeeeees, yeeees oh, argh!" she screamed, clamping her
thighs against me.

Deep in her vagina I felt a ripple of contractions
grip and tug at my penis as if trying to suck it deep
into her womb.  That was all I could take.  I felt my
shaft swell and begin to pulse rhythmically as it
pumped out my semen deep inside her.  I don't believe
I have ever climaxed so hard.  The feelings in my
groin seemed to spread in waves through my whole body
as I pushed harder and harder into her.  This seemed
to trigger another orgasm in her and again I felt that
amazing, rippling, tugging as her vaginal muscles
pulled and squeezed at my still pumping penis.

Afterward, as we both started to come down from our
high, I lay on top of her, my penis still buried in
her hot depths, my weight supported by my forearms and
I kissed her lips in a long very gently kiss.

Amy is now a well-known and very successful model. 
She is also my wife.  Professionally she never works
nude or even topless but for our private collection
she loves to pose for highly erotic pictures, which
excite and stimulate both of us.  We still sit down
together to edit and print them.  Normally, when we
make love we spend an hour or more in foreplay,
building slowly to our respective peaks but these
printing sessions always end in highly charged
explosive sex.  Neither of us needs any foreplay and
we invariably both climax violently and almost
instantly.

Her photographer friend, who I now know as Clarry,
still takes the pictures but I get to watch.  My
presence creates a sexual tension, which comes through
in the pictures.  In fact, much to Clarry's obvious
disgust, Amy enjoys putting on a show during these
sessions, caressing herself intimately to bring
herself to a level of arousal, which radiates from the
images Clarry captures.  This invariably leaves me
with an unbearable ache in my groin.  I think she does
it on purpose so that she can tend to that ache
afterward.  So, who am I to complain?

THE END.



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