Chapter 47: Overaged Hippy Sunshine Pays a Visit

Tuesday morning I dragged myself out of bed, still not recovered from the London trip, but duty calls as they say. After a quick breakfast, I went down to find Jada already hard at work making some final adjustments to the fake magazine for Hellen’s husband. I soon learned this was a crucial day for her as her teacher Miss Danielle Brooks, Sunshine to her friends, was visiting us today. A lot was riding on what she thought of the work done by Jada.

If it was OK she could go up to the next school year, otherwise, she might need to do this year over or end up with another assignment that could take up her complete summer vacation, which she was so looking forward to. She had planned a visit together with her sister Elisa to their Brazilian homeland to see their family again, after being away for a significant number of years.

“Oh Lew I’m so happy to see you, I was afraid I would have to face Sunshine all by myself.”

“Don’t you worry pet, I’ve got your back, we’ll tame that overaged-hippy bitch together.”

“She’s not a bitch Lew she’s very friendly but also very strict, the project needs to be put together correctly, and I’ve had second thoughts about how she will react to all the nudity and especially the last part with the BDSM stuff.”

“Well if she has the reputation of being an overaged hippy, I guess she’s seen a thing or two during her lifetime, how old is she exactly?”

“We don’t really know, but rumor goes that she is in her seventies, although when you look at her figure you would estimate her rather mid-fifties to sixty, close to your age.”

“If she is, I’ll figure that out pretty quickly, trust me. Just show me now how far you have got so I can estimate when I can print the damn thing.”

Jada took me through the whole file on the screen and it looked very good indeed, it was clear to me she had put in a lot of work during my fun trip with Grace to London.

I wanted to do a first proof print immediately. Jada wasn’t sure, but I convinced her it would look even better on paper and it would help her get higher grades from her teacher if we could actually show a tangible result of the work she had put in. By ten o’clock we had our first print done, making it possible to have it dried and stapled by 10:30 when Sunshine was supposed to arrive.

One thing was sure, she was punctual. At precisely 10:30 she opened the door of the shop and walked in. I went up front, eager to finally meet this female in the flesh. She was the real embodiment of what they called her. Her hair, blonde with a touch of red in it, was long, all the way to just below her boobs, with a hairband in the same material as her long dress. On her nose was a huge pair of glasses. Her lips were color-coordinated with the nail polish applied to her fingernails I could see on her outstretched hand to greet me.

The dress she wore had a very flowery print mixed with peace signs, while the sleeves tapered out towards her hands. Over it, she wore a suede-leather vest with the bottom part cut into strips hanging loosely similar to those Indians wear in wild west movies. Her bare feet were encased in open-toe sandals with the nails painted in the same bright red as her fingernails.

“You must be Lew, I guess, going by Jada’s description, she said greeting me

“Yes indeed, very pleased to make your acquaintance Su ... Miss Brooks.” Oh my God, I almost called her by her nickname, hopefully, she hasn’t noticed my slipup.

I had no such luck, “you can call me Sunshine if you wish, everybody else at school does.”

“I’m so sorry, but that was the name Jada always used when referring to you.”

“As I said no worries, I’m proud to be a hippy, but from what I was told, you too must be a flower child Lew.”

“I was indeed, I even went to the festival in Woodstock.”

“You did? Oh my God, I wished I’d been able to go at the time but unfortunately, I was too young.” That was a first hint to her real age if ever I heard one.

“Well, I was barely 20 when I went and it took a lot of time to convince my parents.”

“I can imagine, you must tell me all about it sometime.”

“If you want, although it was a long time ago and memories fade over the years. Why don’t you take a look at what Jada did in the present?”

“Yes you’re absolutely right, I guess Jada is very anxious to know if her project is acceptable.”

“I don’t know if she told you what the project was about?”

“She told me it involved nudity and something to do with a men’s magazine, so I’m very curious what exactly this is all about.”

“Allow me to give you the background; I have a customer who wants to surprise her husband with a fake men’s magazine where she is featured, so we had a full day photo session with her, she also provided most of the fake articles and we acquired some ads from local business friends of mine. Today, Jada made a first proof print and that is what she would like to show you once you have checked the electronic version. Let me take you to our computer room where Jada is on tenterhooks awaiting your visit.”

When we walked into the room, Jada was waiting for her teacher by the side of the computer screen, her hands demurely folded in front of her.

“Hello Jada, so this is where you’ve been doing all your work?”

“Yes Miss Brooks, Lew has helped me and I am learning a lot from him.”

“Excellent, let’s have a look at what you have put together. Lew told me there is a sample of the final product but suggested I first take a look at it on screen.”

Sunshine took the seat Jada had occupied before and began looking at the electronic version of the magazine. I hoped she wouldn’t be too critical, it was after all the first time we had put something like this together. I must admit I was as nervous about her reactions as Jada was. Scrolling through the different pages I heard her make, what I hoped, were approving noises but as I had never met her before it was difficult to judge. When she came to the centerfold she looked up at me.

“Did you take all the photos, Lew?”

“Yes ma’am, euh, actually no, Jada also participated partly in the BDSM session and one of her photos is also in the last part of the magazine.”

“Excellent, we’ll look at that later then, but for now, as far as I can remember you caught the model in exactly the same position as Marilyn Monroe in that iconic photo in Playboy magazine so many years ago, my compliments!”

“Thank you, that means a lot to me from a professional like yourself.”

“But you’re also a professional.”

“Yes and no, I only started late in life with my studio and I never went to a school like the one where you teach.”

“So you only started taking pictures of nude women when you openend the studio?”

“No, I was 28 the first time a woman modeled for me in the nude, I had taken some photos at Woodstock as you can imagine but those were just black and white snapshots of girls flashing their boobs. Aside from that I mainly photographed nature and animals at that time. But can I ask you a personal question?”

“You want to know if I ever posed in the nude for a photographer?”

“How did you guess?”

“Come on Lew, it’s staring me in the face, female nudity is your favored subject and I do hear things.”

“I wonder where you hear things?” I said looking at Jada who clearly avoided my eyes.

“Well if you want to know, Jada’s project was the main topic of discussion during this school year. It was the first time that female nudity was the main subject of an assignment. You can imagine the male students were most interested to help Jada, trying to get in on this project.”

“I hope none of the photos ended up in the hands of any of the other students because that could cost me a lot of money and probably my reputation.”

“I don’t know about the money but your reputation as a photographer of female nudity is now well-established in the school.”

“You must know I always draw up a contract with my models where I guarantee the privacy of their photos. There are some hefty fines for me if that contract is breached, so now you have me worried.”

“Stop worrying, Jada guarded the photos with her life, none of the students saw or could get their hands on any of them.”

“If none of the photos were seen by the other students how come that my reputation is known at school.”

“Just by word of mouth, the other students knew about Jada’s project and then started fantasizing as she didn’t give any details.”

I turned to Jada and mouthed, “thank you.”

“I must say, from what I’ve seen so far, I’m impressed, now please show me the final product.”

Jada handed Miss Brooks the proof print. It did look convincing if I say so myself. It would look very nice between all the professional men’s magazines on display at the local newspaper shop.

Sunshine thumbed through it making lots of satisfied noises as she went. She took a lot of time when she got to the part with the BDSM stuff, I wondered if this was a special interest, or if she was merely trying to detect which photo was the one Jada took. When she was done she complimented Jada on the final result and confirmed that this would definitely give her good marks on the final report at the end of the school year.

To try to ensure her teacher would have a favorable impression, and hoping that she wouldn’t run out after 30 minutes, I had foreseen a lunch in my apartment. In the end, she had spent 2 hours going over all the details, even making some suggestions on how to make it look even more professional, so I could only hope that she would accept my invitation. I must admit I was intrigued by her; why does a woman remain a hippy all these years?

“Will you do me the honor to have lunch with me ... Sunshine? I could tell you some more about my Woodstock experience if you wish.”

“If that isn’t too much trouble, yes I would like that, where shall we go?”

“I sort of hoped that you would say yes, so I have everything prepared upstairs in my place unless you insist on going somewhere outside?”

“No, if you’ve gone to the trouble of preparing lunch for me I’ll gladly follow you, besides I must admit I’m curious to see that apartment of which Jada can’t stop talking about how beautiful it is.”

“Has she been revealing all my secrets to you?” I said looking at Jada, who began to blush.

“No, no, she’s always very discreet, but she couldn’t stop raving about your roof garden.”

“I see, OK shall we go upstairs then? Will you join us, Jada?” I said looking at her while mouthing “NO!”

“No thank you, Lew, I have several errands to run and some more of my Christmas shopping, besides you will have a lot to talk about, especially if you want to tell Miss Brooks all about your adventures at Woodstock, and that was way before my time.”

“Don’t worry Jada, you go and have fun with your Christmas shopping, “thank you.” I mouthed giving her a wink.

I guided Sunshine to the apartment where she was duly impressed by my, at the current time, Winter roof garden.

“This is beautiful Lew, I can imagine it must be even more impressive in the Spring with all the flowers and everything.

“You must be a real flower power girl if you can imagine flowers with all the plants in Winter asleep now.”

“I’ve always been an avid practitioner of the free love movement, but it gets more and more difficult to find kindred souls.”

“So am I, for myself, I adapted the flower power movement’s slogan, ‘Make Love not War’ into ‘Make Love not Babies’.”

“Yes that’s indeed wise, there are already more than enough people on the earth.”

After I had put all the food on the table we took our seats and began eating. I served a nice Chablis with the chef’s salad I had prepared, which she greatly appreciated.

“You never answered my question: you really being a flower power child, have you ever posed in the nude?”

“Yes I have, I was a nude model for the Academy of Arts for many years.”

“I see but also for photographers?”

“No, come to think of it I never posed for a photographer.”

“And you teach at a photography school?”

“Probably because of that, I wouldn’t want any of my students taking pictures of me in the nude, it would completely ruin my authority, I still want to instill some respect in them.”

“Oh you’re the teacher they all fear and want to get good marks from?”

“It helps to bring out the best in them.”

“Would you dare to break this year-long reluctance to pose for a photographer?”

“In the nude you mean?”

“Yes of course in the nude, it’s my favorite attire for women when I photograph them.”

“Shouldn’t I sign a contract then or something?”

“Yes, of course, we definitely wouldn’t want photos of you in the nude floating on the internet, now would we?”

“I was wondering though, why the interest in photographing an overaged hippy?”

“Only when the overaged hippy looks as good as you.”

“Compliments and all - you keep surprising me.”

“If you’ve heard so much about me you must also know I do have a reputation of being able to talk women out of their clothes.”

“You don’t say? Yes, I’ve heard that rumor and also that you’re pretty good in the sack.”

“Wow, now you make me blush.”

“I don’t think you blush that easily anymore. Are you aware that you are known as the savior of lonely women of this village?”

“Noooo! Never, that’s a huge exaggeration.”

“Care to live up to your reputation?”

“How about your reputation? Are you really an overaged hippy, a true follower of the make love, not War movement?”

“Yes I am,” she replied while getting up from the table and slowly beginning to remove her leather vest. “Would you like me immediately in the buff or do you want to take pictures of the unveiling of a hippy?”

“No please take it slow, I want to savor and document every second of this happening.”

“You truly are a flower child, else you wouldn’t call it a happening.”

“Shall I put on some music?”

“I always like music, yes, what do you have in mind?”

“How about the songs from the musical Hair?”

“Couldn’t be more appropriate, go for it.”

I put on the LP ‘Don Kirshner Cuts Hair’, which started, very appropriately, with the song ‘Let the Sun Shine in’.

“You still have vinyl?”

“Yes, I prefer the sound of vinyl over digital or CD.”

“So do I,” she replied starting to sway to the music while she continued dancing and slowly pulling down the zipper of her flowing dress and revealing her naked back. No sign of a bra, I didn’t even see a slip when the zip was pulled down all the way to her asscrack.

When the back of the dress was completely open, she turned 180 degrees, faced me, grabbed the top of the dress at her shoulders, looked me in the eyes with a smoldering look, and ever so slowly pulled the dress forward off her shoulders slowly revealing her gorgeous naked body. I tried desperately to remain focused and keep clicking my camera, as I didn’t want any of this to go undocumented. When her boobs became visible I had an upsurge of blood in just that part of my body I wanted to keep under control.

She didn’t let the dress drop to the floor but let it slide down at a snail’s pace, revealing her naked body inch by inch to the camera. When the dress was just below her pubes she let it drop to the floor. She looked stunning, she had remained true to the hippy image, showing a full bush; I wouldn’t call it red but it was darker than the hair on her head and more reddish. She even had hair in her armpits, which she demonstrated by lifting her arms, making her smallish but firm tits stand out proudly.

When the second song Air – Walking in Space on the album started she took steps in my direction in sync with the music, holding out her arms towards me. This was my cue to put my camera away and open my arms to hug her.

She whispered in my ear, “you really can talk a girl out of her clothes.”

I moved my face in front of hers and kissed her. She responded by opening her mouth and seeking entry to mine with her tongue. We continued kissing feverishly while her hands moved to my front where she began to undo the buttons of my shirt. It didn’t take her very long to remove it completely allowing us to have this most enticing skin-on-skin feeling. I felt her boobs and rock-hard nipples press against my chest. She was clearly as aroused by her striptease as I was. As she was not too big or heavy, I picked her up and her sandals fell from her feet. I carried her to the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed.

The next thing I did, before joining her, was to remove the remainder of my clothes. When I lowered my boxer shorts, my cock, already at full alert, jumped out. She gave a small sigh sticking her hands out grabbing it. When I crawled on my knees onto the bed she almost pulled me up by it. Halfway over her enticing body, I stopped, but she kept on pulling to make me continue my journey until my dick stood proud at the upper door of her body. She looked me in the eye and placed a tender kiss on the bulbous head. Her hands came up and she intertwined her fingers with mine, making it impossible for me to touch her anywhere. Then she opened the gates to heaven and slid her lips over the head, taking the foreskin down.

When she then moved up again her tongue came out, tentatively licking around the rim teasingly, making my dick grow even more. When she was done tickling the sensitive underside with the tip of her tongue she gobbled me up so I could finally enjoy the full pleasure of her heavenly mouth. She let go of my fingers and her hands now moved to my butt to pull me in even deeper than I already was. By now the record was playing the song of Hare Krishna and I felt young and Woodstocky all over again. If I wanted to fully enjoy her beautiful hippy body I urgently needed to pull out of this mesmerizing body hole of hers and get a taste of her myself.

Once I had pulled my cock out of her hot mouth I replaced it with my tongue sucking hers between my lips and exploring her further. After a complicated and arousing tongue dance together it was time to leave her cherry-red lips and snakelike tongue and explore her body further with my mouth and tongue. Starting from there, I began my journey south kissing my way down her throat and neck.

I knew from many of my previous encounters with women that their ears were usually very sensitive so I ventured back up to her earlobe and began sucking on it. She was not that much different from the other women I made love to, on the contrary when I moved my tongue to the area just behind her ear it enticed some serious moans from her lips. There is however only so much you can do to a woman’s ear and I wanted to explore the rest of her enticing naked body, so I moved my oral exploration further over her shoulder and collarbone towards one of the most enticing parts of the female body, her boobs.

They were not big, somewhere between an A and a B cup, I guessed, but firm, like the ones on a teenage girl. She sported cute small areolae, rather dark in color but with big same color rock hard nipples. They looked at least 3 quarters of an inch long. I just love small boobs with big nipples so I went to work on them, licking and sucking, trying to make them even bigger and harder than they already were. She clearly appreciated feeling my hot mouth and agile tongue working them, proof of which was her increased moaning.

“I love it when a man knows his way around my boobs, do you like them, they’re not too small?”

With a mouth full of tit flesh it was rather difficult to reply immediately, so I let go with my mouth but kept pinching them with my fingers, “your tits are stunning, just the right size and I love sucking on those big nipples of yours, so please allow me to continue enjoying them before I move to other enticing parts of your gorgeous hippy body.”

“Don’t let me hold you back, you make me feel so sexy.”

After spending another five to ten minutes on her boobs with both my mouth and fingers I began my descent towards her bushy pleasure garden. Along the way, I paid tribute to her enticing belly button painting saliva circles around it. As my journey continued I felt her grab a hold of my head to give me small nudges in the right direction depending on where she wanted me to pleasure her enticing body more or less. Finally arriving at my ultimate goal I put my hands behind her knees, pulled her legs up, and opened them as wide as they would go allowing me unrestricted access to that hippy pussy I’d been fantasizing about ever since Jada mentioned Sunshine to me.

It had been a while since I had the pleasure of playing around in a hairy pussy. If I remember correctly the last time was Grace’s pussy when I photographed her for the first time. The heady aroma and feel were arousing, it was like going back to nature and my youth when there was no such thing as shaved pussies. This was really the way nature had intended a pussy should look and feel. Crawling through her bush with my fingers aroused her more and more, releasing those tangy fluids, in abundance which make each pussy just that little bit unique in comparison to another. Even if she didn’t want to give me vocal proof of her mounting arousal her pussy betrayed her shamelessly.

When I let go of her legs she took over holding them open even wider than before urging me to dig in and taste her sensual juices. However, before I indulged my taste buds with her delicious ambrosia, I wanted to make sure there was plenty of it. From previous experience, I knew that it helps to first cool the entrance to enhance the pleasure, so I began to blow on her, by now extremely wet, snatch.

This resulted in a whispered comment I could barely hear, “Oh migod, it’s been so long since I felt a man’s mouth do such wonderful things to my needy little hole.”

After the cooling period, it was time to bring the temperature back up, but not yet to boiling point. I wanted to see and feel her squirt and it usually takes a woman a fairly long time to reach that level of arousal. Sliding my fingers over her snatch left them very wet indeed, which gave a good indication of her level on the orgasmic scale.

A more oral approach was in order so I snaked my tongue into her to begin tasting and eventually consuming her honey. As I already suspected she tasted divine: like some women are sperm addicts, I am a female juice aficionado. I was slowly becoming an expert on pussy juice, I could even associate some of the tastes to what they had eaten during the past few days and in this case, I distinctly tasted pineapple.

Of course, I wanted to know if I was right, so I mumbled, my mouth still very full of her furry slit, “did you eat much pineapple lately?”

“What?” she said.

I came up from between her legs and repeated my question.

“Uh, yes, it’s one of my most favorite fruits, you could say I’m addicted to it, why do you want to know?”

“You taste like pineapple.”

“Are you telling me that you can taste pineapple on my pussy?”

“Yes dear, it is just great, your taste is so sweet, if need be, I could drink from your fountain all day long.”

“Oh yes please, but if you keep that up I’ll be drowning you soon in pineapple juice,” she said with a grin.

“Not yet please I have so much in mind that I want to subject your body to before I will allow you to reach the ultimate peak.”

“I will certainly not stop you, but I can’t guarantee that I won’t cum any time soon, maybe you could allow me an intermediate small orgasm.”

“Would you like that?”

“Of course what a silly question, it will bring me back to my youth when I regularly had multiple orgasms in one session.”

Now that was a challenge I couldn’t resist, bringing her back the feelings of her youth, as she did mine. I immediately went to work on her pleasure bean at the top of her snatch while I began to stimulate her love tunnel with first one of my fingers quickly followed by a second one. I dug deep to reach the spongy tissue at the top of her vagina and began to make the stimulating come here movement on her G-spot. The result was almost immediate judging by the high-pitched exultations of pleasure emanating from between her upper lips. I also heard her breathing speed up and increase which was a clear sign of an approaching orgasm - I was not disappointed.

“Yes, ah, ah, ah, yes keep going, keep going, I loooooove it, yes, eys, aaaaaah,” was about all that she could say while I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers and she let go of her legs and grabbed my arms and squeezed them. When she let go of them I moved up and positioned myself between her legs, my cock pointing at the trigger that would give her the multiple orgasms she craved. Even though she was still in the midst of the orgasm I had given her with my fingers and tongue she immediately grasped what my goal was. Her feet moved over my lower back and crossed while she grabbed my dick with her hand and guided it to the entrance of the magic grotto between her legs, rubbing the head over her extremely wet labia.

All I had to do was shove it into her glory station, which didn’t take any effort whatsoever with all the juices that were constantly flowing out of her. When I reached the bottom she again began to moan, her lips forming the sweetest whimpers like a little puppy. When I started pumping in and out of her she assisted with her hands on my butt directing the best rhythm for her. To make sure I didn’t crush her, I supported myself on my knees and with my hands on each side of her shoulders. Every time I went down she pushed her pelvis up to ensure the deepest possible penetration. After about ten minutes of pumping, I started to get tired and needed a different position to keep her orgasms going so I pulled out and asked her if she was OK with some doggy-style fucking.

“Oh yes, I was hoping you’d ask me that. I love to be taken like a bitch in heat, but only in my pussy please, I don’t like anal play.”

Obliging as I always try to be, I shoved my slippery dick in her love hole and stayed away from the dark side. This position also gave me the opportunity to play some more with her lovely titties and milk her very large nipples. I’d never seen such big nipps on any woman I had ever had sex with before, and I wondered if she would allow me to put some sort of clamps on them. On reflection, I realized I already had the ‘no’, so perhaps I could get the ‘yes’ if I dared to ask.

“What do you think about combining pain with pleasure?” I asked innocently.

“What do you mean pain with pleasure? Are you talking about just spanking with your hands or more hard stuff like flogging or even real SM whipping or needles?”

“No, not hard SM, I can’t really imagine women like that, but some harder stimulation of say your nipples and yes also the occasional slap on your butt.”

“That would be OK, I love it when my nipples are pinched, you’ve been rather gentle with them this far. So what would you like to try?”

“Can I also restrain you?”

“You mean like tie me up with ropes or handcuff me?”

“Yes.”

“I wouldn’t mind, I think I can trust you to not maim me.”

“No, I would never do something like that.”

“Where does this come from all of a sudden?”

“Well I’m a member of a BDSM club and I need to practice as I’m still a novice.”

“I see and where is this club?”

“In my cellar.”

“What - in your cellar?”

“Yes, the local BDSM club has their clubhouse in my cellar under the studio.”

“No way...! Really?”

“Again yes, and while I’m confessing, Jada is my sub.”

“She is?”

“Yes.”

“Now I begin to understand some of the remarks that Jada made and how she knows so much about this BDSM stuff, and exactly what does that involve her being your sub?”

“We sometimes play at the club and she allows me to practice Shibari on her.”

“Shibari? What the hell is Shibari?”

“It’s the art of bondage, tying people up and artfully and suspending them.”

“I see, you want to tie me up and suspend me from the ceiling?”

“No, not exactly, that would take us too long and too far, I was more thinking about some nipple play, and yes restrain you on the bed, not in the air, and while you’re restrained force you to have a few orgasms.”

“Doesn’t sound too painful, I never found orgasms painful in any way.”

“So do you agree?”

“Not so fast, don’t I need to sign another contract or something?”

“No of course not, your word is your bond in this case.”

“OK then you can tie me up and make me orgasm, this is something I didn’t even have on my bucket list, but now that you brought it up I definitely want to experience it.”

“Great, I’ll get the gear and we can proceed, mind you it may also involve a gag.”

“You mean something in my mouth so I can’t say anything anymore?”

“Yes.”

“Could we skip that I don’t like to be shut up, don’t forget I’m a teacher and speaking is a big part of my life.”

“OK we can skip the gag, but mind you I may not always do what you ask me to do immediately, so I need a safeword from you.”