Hello my name is Mike. I went to college on a full scholarship and the college was located in new suburban community of a large city. While the college expense was fully paid for, I took a part time job to pay for my personal expenses. It was the early 70’s and a new type of business for photograph processing was occurring, the drive through photo booth. It was convenient, fast, and inexpensive for the customer and it was good money for me as student working there but also allowed me hours of study time when no customers pulled up. The customers were generally nice and I always chatted more with flirted with the attractive female customers. In the late afternoon a sack of developed photos would come in and I would have to sort the packets, filing them by customer name in a storage bin so that you could find them when the customer came to pick up their prints. Out of some boredom and more likely being voyeuristic, I began to look out the contents of the packets before filing them away. Most of the photos were of family gatherings, vacations, holidays, and the usual. Once in awhile you would see some nude photos and sometimes people having sex in the pictures. It seemed that the company that did the processing did not censor the returned prints. There were some that I enjoyed and wanted to keep but could not just keep the particular picture and give the customer the rest.
Being a bright student with a room to myself, I figured out how to make copies of the print. With a glass plate, two high wattage bulbs, a 35mm camera, small tripod, and special filter, I was able to take another photo of the original which was matched in sharpness and color. In fact I was able to remove the clutter from the original by focusing in on the people in the original print. I would bring the photos home after closing at 7:00, shoot the copies, and return the photos early in the morning before the day shift employee
started work at 10:00. I would shoot the copies until I filled the roll in my camera and then sent it in for processing under an assumed name. Soon, I was amassing photo album after photo album of nude pictures that customers had sent in for processing. I was especially nice and offered specials to customers who had nudes in their photos hoping to get their more return business. It seemed that as time went on in the 70’s, more and more people had nudes, sex in their photos, and was all ages. I was amazed at the photos that the high school students would take.
I was in my third year of college and my third year at the photo booth when a new customer started to drop off film. Her name was Shari who was an attractive blond in her 30’s. She was very friendly and talkative and sometimes she would chat at the window for a half hour before asking for her prints. Sometimes she had her daughter, Cassie, with her and sometimes not. Cassie was a slim cute blonde who appeared to be shy as sometimes she would just wave to me or would give just a simple “hello”. There were times when Shari would pull to the window alone and I could smell the aroma of marijuana coming from her car as she rolled her window. She was a travel agent and many of her photos were of vacation spots. She explained that resorts would have travel agents stay free to promote their facilities and that she would go visit them with her daughter when there was school vacations or breaks. After a few months we were quite friendly with each other and she kept telling to go through her for spring break or travel.
I kept telling her that I was a poor struggling college student who couldn’t afford travel.
It became a running joke between us. After Christmas holidays, Shari dropped off ten rolls of film to be developed. She said they she was in Mexico at a place called Cancun for a week. A few days later, the prints returned as I anxiously waited to review her photos. They were always interesting with the places she visited as well as being very nicely shot. I was checking them out as it had shots of the hotel, pool, beach, and sites there but there were several nudes of Shari within those ten packets. I thought pay dirt!
I thought Shari was very pretty but the photos were beyond what I had imagined. She was slim with nice round breasts, very light brown small nipples, muscular legs, and light brown hair on her pussy. What intrigued me most was her smile on all these photos. I had no idea who took the photos but there was no one else that was in any of the ten rolls except some occasional photos of her daughter. I had always assumed that Shari was married since she wore a wedding ring but there was never a mention of a Mr. Shari and I never saw any men consistently in any of her photos. I started a special photo album just of Shari. In early April after the spring breaks, Shari dropped off several rolls and the prints that came a few days later was a trip to Palm Springs. There the usual vacation and resort shots and even some of Shari playing golf. I was surprised when I came across six shots of Cassie nude! Pay dirt again! She was almost angelic or elf like in these photos.
She had this long blonde hair with flat skinny body and had such a sweet expression while posing on a couch. As the days went on, it was hard not to picture them nude as they came by for photo services and such.
Late in the spring, Shari and I had a long conversion while the smell of pot emanated from her car. She said that she had a deal for me since I have been so nice to her and was a “poor struggling” college student. She was going to the new Disneyworld in Florida in mid June. She was going to be in meetings with the senior park staff most of the week and needed someone to take Cassie through the park, spend time with her, etc.. The best part of it all would be that it would be all expense paid for the three of us. Would I be interested and of course I was! I arranged for time off and was looking forward to going on my first real vacation since leaving high school. I was looking forward to being with an attractive girl like Shari but didn’t know how it would be with Cassie. She seemed very cute but as she was shy, I didn’t know if we would get along well or not. Eventually that special Saturday was here and Shari was at the dorm to pick me up. I opened the back door and placed my suitcase and myself there. Soon we were at the airport awaiting our flight. Our hopes were let down somewhat as there was bad weather in the south and our flight would be delayed for several hours. It did give me time to get to know Cassie and play some of the arcade games with her. We were getting along well like a big brother and little sister. Shari felt more confident too that we were getting along fine.
Eventually the flight arrived and we boarded the plane for another three hours of flight.
The three of us chatted and played games to pass the time until the plane touched down in Orlando. It was dark by that time and we were getting very tired. We hired a taxi to take us to the hotel at Disney and Cassie slept all the way with her head on my lap. We arrived at the Polynesian Village and were escorted to our room. It was a very big suite but had only a king size bed. Shari called the front desk but it was all that was available that evening but they could make changes the next day. I could see that Shari was unhappy about the arrangements but I volunteered to sleep on the couch and take some pressure off Shari. She relaxed somewhat the long time was getting to all of us. I grabbed the extra pillow and blanket from the clothes closet and throw it across the couch. Shari and Cassie went into the bathroom to change into some long t shirts. The room was very luxurious even with the one bed and it had a great view of the property from our upper balcony. I was already in my briefs and under the blanket when Shari and Cassie climbed into bed.
With the usual “goodnights” Shari turned off the remaining lights and we immediately fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning well rested as the morning light was flooding the room from the balcony view. I went into the bathroom and put one of the three hotel bathrobes hanging from the bathroom closet. It was nice white terrycloth with a red “D” embroider over a mouse ears logo. As I stepped out, I heard a knock at the door and a call of “room service”. I opened the door and a bell man rolled in a cart with coffee, three full hot breakfasts, and a large packet with Shari’s name on it. The commotion rose woke up Shari and Cassie. After the bellman left, I rolled the cart on the balcony as we eat breakfast on the balcony table. Shari opened the envelope and examined the contents.
