Lew's Photo Studio Book 9
Copyright© 2026 by Lew Pit
Chapter 81: Booking a trip for a special Anniversary
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 81: Booking a trip for a special Anniversary - Lew organizes a special anniversary celebration for the love of his life. Fleur and Zoë make a trip to Italy and meet Fabio. Georgina introduced Lew to a colleague with some special wishes, resulting in unexpected photo shoots and adventures in the club. Lew is nudged to take one of his favorite women to a celebratory dinner. After a long absence, Linda shows up with a surprise. Finally, Lew takes Gladys on the long-promised cruise.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Massage Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking
I urgently needed to make arrangements to go to Italy as Catharina and Mario’s twenty-seven-and-a-half-year anniversary was rapidly approaching, and due to a number of circumstances, I missed their 25th, so I decided to go to Rome and surprise them halfway between their 25th and 30th. So a trip to Maggy’s travel shop was required. God, what were her opening hours again? I didn’t remember. Maybe I’d better give her a ring to find out.
After dialing the number, it took a few rings for her to answer.
“Hello, Maggy,” she replied after picking up.
“Hi, Maggy, Lew.” Before I could say anything more, she cut in.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the village photographer. It’s been a while. Need to go on another trip with Grace?”
“Yes, and no, and I’m so sorry, but I’ve been so busy.”
“Too busy to look up an old flame?”
“I’m so sorry, dear, I keep forgetting you’re a widow with certain needs.”
“Ah, you do remember something after all.”
“Oh yes, I remember taking you to the club together with Grace.”
“And do you also remember how long ago that was?”
“Euh, no, not immediately...”
“Let me put it in three words: FAR TOO LONG!”
“I’m so sorry. How in heaven’s name can I make up for it?”
“You could come over.”
“But it’s Sunday. I thought you were closed on Sunday. I was just calling to find out your opening times to come by for some travel arrangements.”
“For you, I open up any day of the week and any time, and I’m not talking about the shop. But we can discuss your travel requirements once you’re here as well. I’m ready for it.”
“But Maggy, I don’t want to impose.”
“Who said anything about you imposing on me? I’m afraid it will be rather the other way around.”
“You mean you want a shag?”
“Finally, he gets it. God, sometimes men can be so thick.”
“And you think I’m up for it?”
“Come on, Lew, you’re always up for it, especially if I’m willing to throw in a tit fuck. Unless, of course, you had a tiring night or changed your preference in tit size?”
“It wasn’t so much a tiring night but a tiring week, and no, and I still very much love your titty size.”
“Oh my, many naked ladies wanting you to take their photo and demanding a shag?”
“No, but I had an afternoon with another widow who is sort of in the same position as you are.”
“You mean no one to take care of her needs?”
“Sort of, yes.”
“Anyone I know?”
“No, she’s the widow of my dear departed friend from high school.”
“And why do you need to take care of her needs — not that I’m curious.”
“If you really must know, she’s Alicia’s daughter-in-law, and I’m sure I told you sometime about Alicia, my sex teacher who deflowered me when I was 18.”
“Ah, yes, and Alicia was the mother of George, who was your friend and husband of...?”
“OK, if you must know, Gladys.”
“On whom, exactly like George, you also had a crush when you were young, but he got away with her.”
“Yes.”
“And you had to take care of her sometime during the week?”
“Well, last Monday, on my day off.”
“And did she wear you out so much that you are still tired after six days?”
“I’m not gonna tell you more; you know I don’t fuck and tell.”
“That’s OK, I understand. I wouldn’t appreciate it either if you were to blab about our little adventures in your place and the club.”
“Now we understand each other.”
“Great, so when can I expect you? In half an hour, one hour?”
“I’ll jump in my car, and I’ll come right over.”
“Excellent, I’ll warm my boobies up for you.”
Ten minutes later, I drove up in front of Maggy’s house. I’d been there once before, but only to drop her off after a night of sexual bliss with her. When I parked the car in front of the garage door, I saw the front door swing open, and Maggy standing in it dressed ... in a delivery man’s dream, a towel. Jumping out of the car, I made a beeline for her.
“Expecting the delivery man, Maggy?” I couldn’t refrain from asking with a chuckle.
“Yes,” she replied, “And he just arrived.” Before I could say anything else, she grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, turned me around while shutting the front door with her foot, then grabbed my head and invaded my mouth with her tongue. With all this going on, the towel didn’t stand a chance of staying where it had been and quickly dropped to the floor, leaving her in her most alluring outfit, her skin. My hands roamed freely over her luscious body, first her back, but then, believe it or not, they seemed to have a mind of their own and quickly went from back to front, cupping her glorious boobs. After about 5 minutes, we finished our first tongue dance and pulled apart.
“Oh my God, I needed that,” Maggy said, clearly out of breath, her hands immediately moving toward the buttons of my shirt. Since the weather was rather nice, and I didn’t really have to go outside, except for the few steps from my house to the car and then to Maggy’s front door, I hadn’t bothered to put on a coat or anything.
“Why do men always have to wear these shirts with all these buttons?”
“What do you expect us to wear then, darling?”
“When you make a house call like this, wear a T-shirt; that’s much easier to remove than these blasted shirts.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I asked.
“Meaning?”
“I prefer a slow unveiling.”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like my outfit when I opened the door.”
“It was nice, but I prefer to look at a woman while she undresses slowly.”
“You prefer a striptease?”
“Not necessarily a striptease, but something like what they do on Naked News.”
“Naked News; what the heck is Naked News?”
“Oh, you don’t know the program?”
“No.”
“Well, a gorgeous woman comes on and presents the daily news items and starts undressing, just like she would when coming home from a hard day’s work. It’s no real striptease, but in the end, isn’t every woman getting undressed in front of a man to tease him?”
“So would you like me to get dressed again to undress in front of you?”
“NO, no, absolutely not. I like the way you’re dressed, or should I say undressed right now.”
“I see, but it is something I might want to do for you in the future.”
“Do you think that I will come visit you in the future?”
“Who knows? I hope this won’t be the last time you’ll want to travel and require my services.”
“You may have a point, but allow me now to concentrate on two other points of you I am rather interested in,” I replied while bending down and taking one of Maggy’s nipples in my mouth and grabbing the other with my left hand between thumb and index. Both of her nipples were already rock-hard and a real pleasure to suck on and play with. Based on the noises that Maggy started to make, I guessed we fully agreed on that point, or should I say two points.
“Oh my God, I love it when you do that, Lew,” she said while I felt her hand moving towards my crotch in search of the button and zipper of my pants.
“Wouldn’t it be more convenient if we moved to the living room, darling?”
“God, you got me all bothered coming here and kissing me, but yes, please come through; I’ve put something on ice for us to drink.”
Maggy grabbed my hand instead of my dick through my pants and guided me inside, where I saw an ice bucket with a bottle of bubbly and a couple of glasses standing on the little side table in front of the settee. She took a seat and pulled me down with her.
“Why don’t you do the honors--open the bottle and pour us a glass of bubbly to celebrate your first visit to my humble abode? Oh, before I forget, this is a clothing-optional house.”
“You mean I have to get dressed the same way you are?”
“You are quick off the mark, aren’t you, Lew?”
“Probably because you gave a sort of a hint of what was expected, dear.”
So, after opening the bottle and pouring a nice glass of champers, I got up and started undressing, almost ripping my clothes off.
“Slow down, Lew, I too like it when a man reveals himself slowly to my eyes.”
“So, you go the full Monty in a flash, and you want me to perform a slow strip for you?”
“Yes, does that bother you?”
“I thought you always advocated equal rights and duties for men and women.”
“Eh, yes ... are you implying I do the same, get dressed again, and then perform a slow strip for your entertainment?”
“That would be nice.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“I never joke when it comes to sex play.”
“OK, if that is what you want. But I thought I would please you by opening the door in a towel.”
“Don’t misunderstand me, dear. I appreciated the way you were dressed opening the door, but it would have been nicer if I could unveil yourself, and you would do it slowly, building up the pleasure. You know that men are very visually oriented, and discovering a woman’s body, little part by little part, is much more stimulating.”
“OK, so you want me to dress again? Come out and strip for you?”
“Again, no absolute requirement, but it would be nice of you to do that.”
“You want the whole caboodle, like strippers, with stockings and garters and everything?”
“No, of course not, I just want you dressed as if you would go to the supermarket or as you were in the office, you know, a bra, panties, a dress or jeans, and a blouse or T-shirt.”
“Showing a lot of cleavage?”
“I wouldn’t mind. It would take me back to the time I walked into your little office in the plant to order yet another boring business trip.”
“Ogling my girls?”
“You said it. It was so exciting to try to look down your blouse, trying to detect as much as possible of your glorious tits.”
“But in my office, you never stripped.”
“Equal rights. You strip, I strip.”
“OK, I could go for that, give me five.”
“Yes, and then at least ten to take it all off again.”
“We’ll see, maybe I’ll let you sweat a very long time before you will show you, my girls, again.”
Maggy disappeared, and I heard her go upstairs, I guessed probably to her bedroom — which I hoped to see as well, maybe later in the day. I used that time to get completely dressed again, with all the shirt buttons closed.
Five minutes later, she reappeared wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a blouse with the top three buttons already undone, showing a breathtaking cleavage, just the way I liked it when she was working in the office.
She stood in front of me, picked up the bottle, took my glass, and topped it up.
“You will need this to cool down.”
“Yes, and to get enough courage to perform this entertainment act for you.”
“I expect nothing less, or should I say I expect a lot less ... clothing on you?”
“Could I suggest a dash of music, or would that be too much?”
“If it’s a real striptease you want, then yes.”
“No, I just want to see you take off your clothes like when you come home from a hard day’s work and want to relax.”
“I think you’ve been watching too much of that ‘Naked News’ on the internet.”
“If you’re familiar with the program, yes, that’s exactly what I’m looking for.”
“Yeah, but I don’t present the news.”
“No, that’s true, but maybe you can tell me about some flights to go to Rome while you perform — the perfect mix between business and pleasure.”
“OK, Lover boy, the best way to get to Rome is by taking the early flight out of Brussels,” she started saying while slowly but surely undoing the rest of the buttons of her blouse one by one at a very slow pace. The view was breathtaking as, little bit by little bit her sexy bra was becoming visible. God, this woman had breathtaking boobs, and I was going to see and hopefully play with them again.
When all the buttons were undone, she came closer and wiggled her boobs in front of my nose while pulling the blouse out of her jeans. That done, she started undoing the buttons of the blouse’s cuffs, making it possible to remove that piece of clothing.
“Like what you see, Lover boy?”
“What’s not to like? Although ten minutes ago I saw them in their full glory, it’s always far more exciting when they’re partly hidden from view.”
“Oh, you want me to keep my bra on, do you?”
“No, no, of course not, but, well, you know what I mean.”
“That you are a naughty little voyeur?”
“If you want to put it that way, yes, but isn’t every man?”