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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The week at uni passed quickly and there wasn’t much time for socialising; too many essays to finish. However, I found my mind wandering back to James, my artist. He was quite beguiling and while he was outwardly delightful and respectful, he had got under my skin. I was like a fish who wanted to be caught. He was physically attractive and had lighted ideas that burnt in my mind long after parting after a painting session.
I hurried to his house and studio to be his nude muse for the first time. We kissed cheeks on arrival and he was again utterly gentlemanly and he had soon relaxed me enough for me to take my clothes off in a bedroom and to put on the robe he left me. As I was getting ready I noticed that the pictures in this room were all by him and they were all nudes of a beautiful woman, perhaps his wife or a lover? One image intrigued me more than the others; the scene was indistinct, a dark room, her face was glowing in the soft light, beauty, but blindfolded with what appeared to be a red silk scarf. As I peered at the picture James called me and was soon leading me to his studio. I asked about the painting and the lady with the blindfold but he just told me he’d tell me another time - when the time was right!
The studio was warm, he relaxed me with a lovely cup of coffee and sat me on a sofa surrounded by colourful cushions. He made me take up various poses, still robed. He adjusted my hair and made me move my arms and legs this way and that. Then he quietly and in a matter of fact way told me to take the robe off. My heart raced as I slipped it off, baring my youthful breasts and belly and thighs to him. The mere act aroused me but I hid the desire, or so I thought till I noticed my rigid nipples; I blushed. But he again relaxed me, admiring me from the easel, telling me I was beautiful. I took up the comfortable pose, lying back in the sofa, arms draped in its arm and back, legs on the sofa cushions. ‘Open your legs a touch’ he asked softly as I settled; I did as he asked, content to be his model. I looked at him and sighed; I was his for the next few hours. I actually wanted to be seduced by him; we started chatting and it wasn’t long before I was telling him of my limited love life. Of boyfriends and Flo. I was an open book to him. He listened and painted, occasionally adding comments to what I had said. After a pause in conversation he asked me if I had ever thought of taking an older, experienced lover. Of course I had; all this last week I had thought of being James’ lover and I told him so. Then he asked ‘Have you masturbated with me in your mind’ and again I said yes. As he painted still he then suggested I masturbated now! I blushed again, but lowered a hand to my pussy, opened my thighs more and started stroking my wet pussy - in front of James! I couldn’t resist, it was a gorgeous, erotic setting, I did as he desired. I was so aroused, so under his spell. Then I noticed the bulge in his dark blue chinos and the thought that he was aroused by my actions thrilled me. It wasn’t long before I had the most melting of orgasms, I shuddered in delight, cried out in pleasure and relaxed back into my pose, licking my sticky fingers. We chatted more, no subject now off limits… |
