4 comments/ 36014 views/ 2 favorites Unexpected Art Lesson Ch. 01 By: Imaginatrix Driving to the studio he thought about the day ahead. Tuesday... she would be there. Daphne, your A-typical goth, leaning a bit towards the old world Victorian style, lots of soft black velvet and silk ribbon accents. She is all curves, unlike the oh-so-fashionable stick-thin model types that throw themselves at him, and that he uses proudly as trophies. She has full breasts, that could only be described as voluptuous, and hips that were built to have a powerful man pressed against them. He walked in to the studio, every other woman in the room looked up, and smiled. He knew he looked good. He was twenty-five and in the prime of health and always well dressed, though his clothes were generally paint or clay speckled. He smiled acknowledging the women, then there she was sitting in front of her latest work in progress completely encompassed in the canvas she didn't so much as glance up at him. She was imitating the strokes she would put on that day, getting a feel for the length and spacing before she touched brush to paint, technique he had found himself trying as of late. He was somewhere near six feet tall, with broad shoulders, but a slight build and tapered waist, he had found his heart in an art class he had taken for an easy grade in high school, which is why he had opened his own studio out of business school. He had the grace of a jungle cat, either ready to pounce, or taking long powerful languid steps knowing he had real strength. He walked across the large open room purposely passing her taking in the scent of her natural spicy perfume and that purely feminine odor that brought out both carnal desire and the carnal urge to protect her, though she struck him as someone who didn't need to be protected. Technically he was teaching an advanced oil paint workshop, but as with most advanced classes it was spent working on his own latest project and occasionally walking through the studio commenting on color choices or brush strokes, he probably learned more in these classes than the students did. He sat in front of the clay and began to work. A woman's form emerged. He wasn't surprised it had been months since his last date let alone actual physical contact with a woman. Not from lack of opportunity but from lack of interest in those opportunities. He had found that a lot of women took his beginners classes to get close to him, this disgusted him, it felt as if they were discrediting him and his studio acting as if it were a single's bar instead of a place to learn and create. He looked to his wrist and after wiping damp clay from the face found that two and a half hours of the three hour class had flown by. He sighed and stood washing his hands and then kneading his shoulders, tense from concentration. He made a pass around the class talking to some of the familiar faces and making a special effort to compliment the newer students. He walked up to her last, as was his custom, he couldn't bear to rush through even the briefest of contact with her. "Daphne," he said, slowly savoring the word. *** As usual his voice slid through her, a soft glove. "Hey Eric," she said, not looking up from her work, two more long fluid brush strokes then she sat the brush down and lifted her hands to the back of her neck to soothe the aching muscles, just as he had done. She turned and her breath almost caught she looked up in to his deep brown eyes. "Every damn time," she scolded herself, she knew better. "Do you mind if I stay for a bit after class? My touch seems to be just right today for some reason." she said, tucking an errant strand of wavy auburn hair behind her ear. "No problem," he said, "I had planned on staying late anyway." "Thanks," she said, turning back to the canvas, not being rude just eager to continue her work. She was just out of college and couldn't afford a decent studio area of her own, even on timeshare, so she had to do all of her larger pieces here. She put her headphones on and danced in place as she painted, the music helped, especially when everyone was gone, being the middle of seven kids she wasn't used to the quiet. She worked quickly and lost track of time. She had just come to a stopping point when her favorite song on the CD came on for the third time, she put down her brushes, admiring her days progress, she didn't normally like her work but this one was special. She was happy and closed her eyes, surrendering to they rhythm of the song and dancing. She imagined dancing with a lover to this song, and when she pictured this lover it turned out to be Eric, she just kept dancing, a smile playing on her lips. He found his way in to a lot of her little fantasies. She imagined him walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist moving with her, though he couldn't hear the music on her discman, she imagined his lips falling to the place where her neck and shoulder met and him nuzzling his lips there, not a kiss, just an affectionate gesture. Suddenly she was startled realizing someone was behind her and that her backside was pressed against him. She pulled off the head phones and laughed, not a giggle a full laugh she didn't believe in giggling. "Eric," she said, the laugh still in her voice, "I think I lost myself for a moment." She heard him clear his throat and was worried she had made him uncomfortable. "No," he said, a bit hoarse, "I just was wandering how much longer you'd be not that I'm rushing you, just it's almost eight and I didn't want you to miss an appointment or something." "Oh I didn't realize what time it is." She had been there for two hours after class ended. "Like I said, no rush, just wanted to let you know." "Thanks, i just hit a stopping point actually." "It's coming along nicely," he said, she followed his eyes trace the lines of the paint, her lips curved in to a small smile, he was always so sincere. "Can i ask you a question." "Sure," she said, dipping her brushes in to the turpentine and wiping them on a rag. "I can't help, but notice that your clothing style and painting style seem incredibly different. Why is that?" he asked. "Well," she said, pausing to get the right phrase. "I'm not exactly content with the world at large," she said, another pause, "But when I paint, when I create I can make that world that works. I know it's a bit naive, but in there," she gestured to the painting, "I can be however I want, naive even." "I understand perfectly," he said. She smiled at him, sweetly, doubting his actual understanding. He seemed so... average, a great artist, but not the tortured soul type, more of the idiot savant. She walked to the back of the room to place her supplies in her locker, after locking it back she stopped at the table he was working at. "I see I'm not the only one with my own reality," she said. "What do you mean?" he said, looking closely at his sculpture. "Have you ever met a woman shaped like that?" she asked. He looked, trying to be objective. "What?" "A real woman could never have that figure," she said, matter-of-factly. Seeing his confused expression she explained. "A woman with that large a bust would not have that tiny of a waist," she said, running a finger from just under the sculpture's breast to the curve of her hip. *** The gentle touch, not disturbing the clay in the least, sent a shudder of pleasure through his body as if her delicate hand were touching him. He shook his head, she was challenging his art. "Well," he said, trying to think of an example of a woman that would work, that was not at least partially surgically enhanced. Before he could come up with a clear thought, she continued, a bit fiercely, "If a woman were proportioned this way she would have to walk on her hands and knees to balance, it's a life sized Barbie Doll." "Really?" he asked, studying her now, "It's not that bad is it?" "As a woman I know these things," she said, a serious look on her face, adorable nonetheless. He took a step back as if to study the sculpture, instead looking at the shape of the woman in front of him. "I suppose you're right," he said, discouraged. "I have an idea," she said, quickly turning to face him. He had to switch quickly to the sculpture so as not to be caught studying her delectable curves. He looked at her face, and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, don't take this as a proposition," she said. She now had his full attention. "I could model for you," she said, and added, "You know me better than to think this is a ploy to gain your affections. I can tell how much that bothers you." He thought he hid it well. "Are you sure you're comfortable with that?" he asked, hoping to whatever higher being that she was, he knew it would be torture to look at her and not touch, but it was too much temptation not to cease the opportunity even it were only to look. She looked him in the eye and he was afraid she had meant it as a joke and was offended that he took her seriously. Then she smiled, he wanted to kiss her so badly, "I trust you." He was flushed with warmth wanting to hold her, wanting her to know that it was an honor that he wouldn't betray for anything in the world. When her sky blue eyes met his he hoped she saw what he was feeling. She began to undress. He couldn't believe this was happening. She slipped her shoes off, next she bent to take off her socks. She stood again and grabbed the hem of her shirt, she was casual, it was as if she were undressing for bed or a shower. His member twitched in his pants when the first of the porcelain skin of her midriff showed, he sat on the stool to hide his quickly inflating erection. He picked up a 15"x20" sketchpad and a piece of charcoal, resting it on his lap he watched her. She pulled the shirt over her head revealing a black lace bra. Unbuttoning her pants and pushing them down her legs revealed matching panties. His manhood now ached in his pants. He cleared his throat for the second time that night, she had him feeling like a teenager. She unhooked the bra from a front clasp and her breasts spilled out. He had taken notice of her more than ample bosom before, but had no idea. At twenty two there wasn't a hint of sag to her breasts they were immaculate, he again thanked whatever deity had taken part in this. "I'm leaving the panties on if you don't mind," she said. He was amazed at her comfort, but then again he couldn't really see her primping and fishing for compliments, and he could see no reason she should be uncomfortable with her body. She stepped closer to the table, her hips naturally swaying with her steps. He swallowed audibly and tried not to stare at her breasts, even though she offered to model for him he felt a bit guilty, he didn't even know if she had a boyfriend. "You've never dated a woman with a naturally large chest have you?" she asked, and he thought about it. Was it just him or was her voice more hushed, more sensual? He tried to clear his mind. "No I guess I haven't," he said. "Okay," she said. "The sculpture and I have about the same size breasts," he looked from her flesh to the clay and realized she was right and wondered if he had done that purposely. He nodded and she continued. "Now compare the waists," she said. He looked at hers first, the flawless skin, and slight curve, perfect was his only thought. She held her hands to crudely measure the distance across her own stomach and compared it to the sculpture, he realized it was at least a quarter too small and frowned. "I realize she isn't me," she said, "but you have to admit it is a bit too small to be natural." He nodded in agreement, he picked up some clay and wet the sides to help it blend smoothly, he looked back and forth feverishly trying to see every line, his hand moving quickly. *** She watched his large calloused hands and became aroused. She watched his face as he looked from her to the clay. She stepped to him and held his wrist. He looked up, his eyes traveling her body, her panties dampened. "Is that the way you touch your lover?" she asked, purposefully sensual. He stuttered "N.. nnnoo." She smiled and walked behind him, she leaned in and put her hands on the outside of his and moved them from the curve of the breast the hip, helping him to mold the clay. She felt him take a deep breath, she was pressed against his warm back, when his chest moved with his breathing she could feel the fabric tease her nipples, she took a step back, trying to collect herself. "I don't have a lover," she heard him say quietly. "Oh," she replied, a slight tremor to her voice. His hands stopped moving and he turned to look at her. She suddenly felt very naked, and very aware of her body. She watched his tongue glide along his lips. "Could I," he said, looking to her face, "just feel the lines of your side?" They both knew he was asking more, she only nodded, not trusting her own voice. He stood and stepped in front of her, she rested her hands on his shoulders. His hands moved to the sides of her breasts his thumbs caressing the sides, he slowly moved his hands down, trailing wet hand warmed clay down her curves, she shuddered. His hands stopped at her hips and she looked up at him, feeling the heat coming off of his his body. He leaned forward and their lips met. The kiss started gentle and chaste. Then she felt his tongue and opened her mouth expecting him to plunge his tongue in quickly, instead he traced her lips with just the tip. She felt the urge to press against him wanting the slow building intensity to burst in to a passionate flame, but she waited, she let him lead. *** One kiss and he could not get enough of her taste; sweet, natural, delicious. He plunged his tongue in to her hot mouth and pressed himself against her, only his pants and her panties separating them. He heard her muffled moan. She stepped back and arched an eyebrow. "What?" he asked, hoping he wasn't about to be slapped for a kiss that she obviously enjoyed too. "I don't think this," she said gesturing to her body, "is fair." He grinned and started to unbutton his shirt. "Let me," she took a step closer and pushed his hands away, he could smell her shampoo and feel her heat against his body. She was torturously slow with the buttons. He looked down in desperation and she just grinned up at him, with a gleam of lust in her eyes. He leaned down to kiss her softly. She had finished with the buttons and slid her hand up his undershirt, running her nails along his flat but not grotesquely toned stomach. He groaned and his member twitched in his pants Suddenly the lights flicked off and she pressed against him and whispered, "Is someone else here?" "No," he said, whispering also, "the lights are on timers, they turn off at nine o'clock." *** "Oh," she said, with a mischievous smile and stepped away from him. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she could see his hands grope to find her. She laughed and he stepped forward. She started walking through the eerily dark studio, winding in and out of easels, her feet gently padding on the cement floor. "Daphne," she heard him call from near where she had left him. "Eeeeric" she said, in a mock spooky voice. She heard steps move towards her. Thump. Thump. Thump. Crash. He had knocked over an easel in the dark. She laughed, hiding her mouth with her hand. "I heard that," he said. "Then come do something about it," she challenged, the laugh still shimmering in her voice. "Oh I will," she could hear the grin in his tone. Unexpected Art Lesson Ch. 02 "Then come do something about it," she challenged, the laugh still shimmering in her voice. "Oh I will," she could hear the grin in his tone. Suddenly she got an idea, as he padded across the room she took a couple steps back, he passed her and she stifled a giggle. She slowly, as silently as possible went over to the supply cabinet, most people brought their own supplies but the newer students could borrow if they needed to. She pulled out a jar of water base paint and a brush. "Daphne...?" From the sound of his voice he was across the room. She purposefully knocked over the stool he had been sitting on earlier, she heard his steps as he came towards the sound, she moved away from the stool and listened her eyes catching his form in the darkness. She heard a crash and then an ouch sound from him, he had knocked over another of the easels. She pressed herself against the wall as he passed, he stopped at the table and started to look around more carefully. She unscrewed the lid to the paint. "What are you doing?" he asked, looking a little to the left of where she stood. *** He felt something move across his back, cold and wet. "What in the world?" he said, trying to turn around to face her. "Just hold still," she said, a hand on his shoulder so he didn't move. He felt, what he had figured out to be a paintbrush, at the base of his spine, just above the waistline of the pants he was still wearing. She slowly brought it all the way up to his neck and blew the line of paint dry. He shivered at the feeling of her hot breathe and the paint drying on his skin. He felt her move in front of him and reached out to touch her. "Not yet," she said, stepping away. He stood in front of her, feeling the heat from her body and it drove him crazy that he couldn't touch her. He felt the paint brush on his forehead, she brought it down along his nose down to his chin, she leaned in and blew the on the paint on his lips and gently kissed his lips, barely a brush of her lips against his, but he could feel the paint smear. She put two more lines across his cheeks just under his eyes. The feeling was a bit surreal, he wished he could see her face, wondering if it looked the same as it did when she was in front of the canvas, that concentration, set jaw, but a glimmer in her eyes, a world just out of reach that he had longed to be a part of for so long. Now standing here, her marking his body with those same strokes she so lovingly applied to the canvas he felt as if he had finally broken in to that world. His thoughts were interrupted as he felt the cold paint against his nipple and tensed. He heard her laugh, full and rich. "Hmmm," the sound in the back of her throat sounded almost like a purr. "Maybe a more delicate instrument is in order." Before he could ask what that might be he felt her hot wet tongue on his right nipple, the combination of cold drying paint on one and the mouth he had wanted for so long was an odd sensation and amazingly erotic sensation, he growled low. He felt her lips lift in to a smile, she moved down kissing his stomach, she trailed the paintbrush along where she kissed, the mix of sensations sent a shudder down his spine, he ached in his suddenly tight pants. She knelt in front of him and he felt her face inches from him, he could almost see it, he could see her silhouette, but could only imagine her eyes and lips, the blush on her cheeks. He heard her put down the paint and brush. There was a moment of anticipation, he was hoping she wasn't having her doubts. Then he felt her hands rest on his chest and then move down his body, slowly, torturously slowly. Then he felt just the tip of her finger trace the waistline of his pants from one hip to the other, her skin, just that one finger tip was so soft so gentle. He felt her unbutton the jeans and pull them down his legs. He stepped out of them and she pushed them away. Then she pulled down his boxers, hooking a thumb under the waistband and as she slid them down ran her hands along his butt and the back of his thighs, he could feel her breathe on him. He stepped out of the boxers as he had the pants. *** Even in the dark, the perfect drop of his precum gleamed like a pearl. She leaned in and with a smile, slowly licked it away flattening her tongue getting the most contact without taking him in her mouth just yet. She loved his musty, natural scent and took a deep breath, savoring his flavor. She felt his hands knot in her hair and grinned, not willing to be rushed after she had waited this long. She ran her finger nails up the front of his thighs and then around to his butt and down. She felt his shiver and his hands tighten trying to push her face to his aching erection. She leaned in letting him feel her hot breath and then moved to the side and traced her tongue where his legs and hips met, she heard him moan, and moved to treat the other side to the same. She saw the dribble of precum come out of his slit and leaned in and suckled gently on just the head of his waiting dick. She ran her tongue along his shaft paying special attention to the area where the head and shaft met. His moans became a constant "mmmmmm." She reached up and with long deep red nails softly teased his balls. *** He couldn't believe she was driving him this crazy and hadn't even taken him in her mouth. He felt her tongue start at his tip and slide up his cock and she continued up to his abdomen. He would have been disappointed but her hot breathe and wet tongue were intoxicatingly erotic as were the feeling of her smooth breasts against his erection as she licked further up. When she got to the point that her breasts were even with his dick she leaned back and placed him in her abundant cleavage. He almost came then. She had enough saliva on him to make it slide through her breast pressed tightly against him, just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore she released his dick and started licking and kissing back down his body, this time there was no teasing just her mouth surrounding him, a hot wet velvet vice, a feeling he thought only came with being inside a young pussy. She started to bob her head, taking him completely in, he couldn't remember the last time a girl deep throated him. She shook her head and he let her hair fall and felt the silken waves touch his most sensitive skin and moaned practically growling. Then she moaned in response, the vibrations taking him over the edge. *** The first hit of his hot cum hit the back of her throat eliciting another moan. She pulled back letting the cum slide down her throat and was hit with another this time across her perfect porcelain neck and she leaned back and the third spurt hit her across the chest. She began to rub it in to her skin, especially in to her nipples, each touch of the hot liquid against her sensitive nipples sent a jolt of heat to her clit and made her pussy muscles clinch, she needed him, now. Unexpected Art Lesson Ch. 03 ~*Sorry this took so long, I've been uninspired, so if you want more you're going to have to give me some encouragement.*~ She began to rub it in to her skin, especially in to her nipples, each touch of the hot liquid against her sensitive nipples sent a jolt of heat to her clit and made her pussy muscles clinch, she needed him, now. She lay on the cold cement floor, basking in the joy she brought him. He looked at her in the dim room. She’s luminous, staring down at her while she lay looking as happy as a cat in a sunbeam. He realized in that second that she would not be a girl to say, “Okay my turn.” He looked at her in amazement thinking she seemed perfectly content giving him pleasure, not asking for any herself. “I can feel you staring at me,” she said it perfectly calm, laying in front of him in her panties. Most women would be unnerved to have a man stare at their body, but she seemed not to care in the least. An alert flared in his head and he realized if he weren’t careful he was going to fall hard for this girl. As he thought this she stretched on the floor and he watched her body. The stretch was so fluid, catlike. Her back extended and her breasts pushed forward she had moved her arms up over her head and the vivid image of her tied to his bed writhing as he brought her as much pleasure as she had given him brought his deflated cock back to half-mast with a twitch. She laughed softly and smiled up at him. “Mmmm... I’d loved to know what just ran through your head, Darlin’.” He was hard and pulsing at the sound and darkly erotic suggestion in her voice. “Do you prefer show or tell?” he asked. “Show,” she said. Before she had finished the word he was on his knees in front of her body and had her wrists in one hand. No part of their bodies touched except where his hand on her wrists. He leaned in, his face over hers. “You’re the most magnificent woman I have ever met.” His voice whispered over her skin, gently, sending shivers through her aroused body. He leaned to whisper in her ear and their chests grazed on another her hard nipples brushing his skin bringing a soft growl from his lips and a twitch to his aching erection. The growl turned in to a low whisper. “You’ve teased me for too long,” he said, not sounding quite like himself. “So what are you going to do about it?” she said, breathily, almost a moan as she arched her chest forward teasing her sensitive nipples with his skin. He groaned and tightened his grip on her wrist. She grinned up at him and laughed. “You didn’t think i was just going to lay her and take it. Did you?” she said wiggling her hips under him. Lust flashed in his eyes and a surge of heat went through her body straight to her soaked pussy and throbbing clit. He saw her breasts start to heave with her shallow breaths and smiled a predator’s smile. He bent to nuzzle her neck, then planted a small kiss against her skin, he flicked his tongue against her smooth flesh and her breath caught, before she could react anymore he bit in to her tender porcelain neck. When she felt his teeth the pain rolled through her and combined with her pleasure. All the teasing lead up to this, and exquisite crash, her hips bucked and she paused her back arched as the waves of pleasure ran through her. In that instant he dropped his hips and plunged in to her waiting pussy. Instantly her body swallowed him massaging him with her muscles he rested there enjoying the sensations through two more shattering climaxes using all his strength not to explode in to her then. Her voice came out after a few moments of panting, “How did you do that to me?” “I have no idea, but let’s see if I can do it again...” With that, he began long slow thrusts in to her and she shivered with each one, letting out small mewling whimpers that sent twitches to his cock already burried inside her hot wet pussy. When one of those twitches hit his cock while he was thrusting in to her and jolted her g-spot she moaned loudly and raked her nails down his back and he groaned and thrust harder. “Wait, darlin’” she heard him say and he stopped, deep inside her and looked down with an eyebrow raised. She grinned and used the surprise to free her hands and push him over while she rolled on top of him. Through this she kept him inside of her and then she slowly lifted up and brought him entirely out of her then plunged back down while twisted her hips. In such a sudden rush he came hard inside of her sending her over the brink again. “How the fuck did you do that?” She just laughed, full and amazing, and it warmed his heart.