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The sun burnt down gloriously as we all sunbathed by, and swum in, the crystal clear infinity pool. We were enjoying long summer days filled with Italian delights. I picked up my paints and worked on another landscape.
My friends who owned the villa were a grown-up family. Mother Alice, father Simon, 22 and 21-year-old daughters julia and Sue. I had known then for years, Alice was an almost god-mother.
Julia was coming to the end of her university days; one more year to go. She was tall, 5’8” and had a perfect slim figure with full and firm breasts. Her hair was long and usually in a pony tail. As I painted, she sat beside me and shared her drink. I admired her cleavage and bikini bottoms surreptitiously as we chatted about painting. She brightly asked if I would paint her and I jokingly said clothes on or off? She laughed softly and said I could choose, and then squeezed my thigh saying she’d always wanted to be an artist’s muse. She stretched her legs and I found myself looking over her gorgeous body, clad only in a skimpy bikini. Her bikini knickers were stretched tight over the bump of her mound and I became aroused at our near-naked proximity. I adjusted my trunks for comfort’s sake and she laughed sweetly, asking if I found her attractive!
I turned the page of my painting pad and sketched her loosely as she sat. Cheekily, I drew her topless; her breasts quivered as my pencil marks turned into her on the pristine paper. I showed her the sketch and she purred, suggesting we should find time for me to paint her naked without others around. She squeezed my thigh again, higher up and then sauntered off with the sketch in her hand. Her peachy bottom was thrilling to watch. Moments later I saw her innocently showing the sketch to Alice and Sue, saying she had asked me to paint her topless.
Our opportunity for undisturbed portrait painting cane the next morning when Julia and I chose not to go to the local town to shop. As their car crunched down the drive, she stood, slipped off her cotton dress in front of me and said she was all mine! She looked immaculate.
I fetched my painting kit and we set her up on a sun lounger by the pool, Hockney-like. |
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While she had taken off the cotton dress, she was actually wearing her bikini still; she hadn’t quite plucked up the courage to go naked. With some encouragement from me she eventually and shyly took the bikini top off. Her breasts were even more wonderful than I had imagined. Neat, small aureolae, a little bit bigger than 2p coin. Nipples, perfectly formed and longer than usual in their unaroused state, turned slightly upwards. Her substantial breasts, significantly more than a handful and emphasised by her narrow waist, quivered.
I lavished admiration on her, making her blush. While I was suggesting a pose or 2 to her, nature took its own course and I could feel my cock hardening in my trunks. Within moments I could feel it pressing against the material. I actually hoped she would notice and comment but she kept quiet, even if she had noticed! I started the painting with a quick sketch.
She was so adorable and delectable that while my concentration as I paint normally allows me to focus entirely, she was oozing sexuality and I couldn’t shake off my arousal. Eventually she sat up, laughed cheekily and suggested I slip out of the trunks. That surprised me but I didn’t hesitate, peeling my trunks off and displaying my hand cock. She smiled and quite simply wrapped a hand round my cock and started to suck me! So much for the shy 19-year-old that I had assumed her to be. |
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Think ‘Girl with the Pearl Earing’ without the headscarf sucking my cock by the pool and you have the scene perfectly. Not a word was spoken as she sucked and licked, sometimes looking up at me with innocence and hunger. She knew what she was doing and yet I had thought she might still be a virgin. She stroked me more and more, her mouth now just over the swollen head of my cock, big eyes looking up at me, urging me to cum. I told her I was close but her tempo didn’t change and then I erupted, pulsing and pulsing, I came in her closed mouth. Then she slowed and stopped, mouth still over me, then she swallowed and with a satisfied sucking noise, let me cock out of her mouth and grinned in delight. I was gasping in pleasure, strangely Ware of the sunshine and noise of the birds around the pool. ‘Paint me’ she said, taking up her pose again… |
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For an hour or so I painted this gorgeous woman who had just sucked me dry. I was self-conscious as I painted as I was still naked, more naked than she was. We all know the Mona Lisa has an enigmatic smile on her face, well, the picture I painted of my gorgeous companion had an enigmatic smile on her face too.
Keep painting, she instructed me, so I did. Even when she moved her hand between her thighs and into her bikini bottoms. Apart from this action, and some changes to the look on her face, she kept her pose. But her hand was busy in the bikini bottoms and the sight was affecting me. I could feel my blood surging again and my arousal was obvious to her. In a moment the bikini bottoms were off and I could see the sweetest pussy I had ever seen. Soft trimmed fair hair, matching her blond hair and the most tender lips. I stopped painting and watched. She rubber in small circles, evidently now very wet. Then she started dipping her finger into her pussy, she rubbed more and masturbated until she gasped and shuddered in beautiful useful orgasm; it seemed prolonged and I stroked my cock and felt my juices running again.
I couldn’t resist. I stood beside her as her orgasm died down, my cock now rampant. I reached for her hand, lifted her and held her tight against me, kissing her. We placed some lounger cushions on the stone floor and in moments I was between her lithe thighs. We were passionate and urgent, eventually coming together with such mutual delight. She wrapped her long legs about me and we savoured the moments.
We barely had tine to recover when we heard the crunch of tyres on the drive. By the time the others joined us by the pool, I had hidden the painting, she was sunbathing in her bikini and I was doing some lengths in the crystal blue water. The Italian adventure haf just begun.
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