5 comments/ 16372 views/ 4 favorites The Sculptor and his Muse Ch. 01 By: EelunPhetmoore Friday December 9th 1910 A little after 6am. Somewhere in Paris... Don't know why I waited until last night to go down to the clay mill. I've known for days that I was low on clay and would need it by today. It's not like I dread digging it and hauling it to my studio or even preparing it. I enjoy it. Just haven't felt like getting out after hours the past few weeks. I probably made it to bed around 1am last night. Had to prepare enough clay to start the newest project today. As I walk I notice the street lamps are still burning even though the sun will soon rise. It's cold this morning and the sky is spitting snow but not as bad as it was last night. My studio will be nearly freezing until I get some wood in the stove and give it some time to warm up. I'm not looking forward to today's job. One of the more well to do citizens wants a nude done of his wife. She's not what I would call pleasant to look at or listen to for that matter. Any mistake I might make could only be an improvement but I'm sure they would take it as an insult. After arriving and unlocking the door I stand in the bitter cold, my breath forming clouds as I exhale. I love the smell. The smell of clay. Not too many people can pick up on it and the few that do don't like it, but I do. I take a moment to smell it every morning before I grow accustomed to it and start setting up. Not many can say it but I love my work, less so this week but still love it. With the stove full and burning I step back, eyes watering from the smoke and go about setting up for the arrival of today's model although using that term is really a stretch for her. I go about setting up my tools and rewetting the rags covering the clay to keep it at the consistency I like. When I'm finished the morning sun, despite the snow and clouds, is casting long shadows through the windows across the tables and floors, making the dust particles in the air visible. The heat from the stove is beginning to take the bite out of the air. Preparing the pedestal where the model will sit I almost wince at the thought of her dusty 100 year old pussy touching it. I arrange several pie cut shaped pieces of wood by the stool to get her feet and legs in the right position. Getting everything set in place I check my pocket watch, one more hour until the gargoyle arrives. Not much else to do until then but wait for the room to finish heating up. I'm kind of tired maybe I can take a short nap within that time. There's a hammock set up not too far from the front window so if she should show up I can be ready by the time she comes in. I lay down and pull the blanket all the way up to my nose. It's nice and warm and if somebody happens to look in the window I probably won't be seen. I hate sleeping in my clothes but I wont have time to get dressed from the time I see her until she comes in. Through the window the streets become busier the later it gets. Just as I'm about to fall to sleep I notice a girl sitting on the steps in front of the book store across the street. She's all bundled up but still cold from the looks of her. Her cheeks are flushed and the rest of her face is pale with almost bluish lips. Even through the coat she wears I can tell she's shivering. She begins rocking back and forth. The sun has crept back into the clouds and the snow has gone from spitting to a slow steady fall. Why doesn't she go inside or back home? She'll catch her death out there? Another 30 minutes pass and she doesn't leave. She's freezing and nobody seems to notice or care. I can't take it anymore. I get out from under the blanket and stand up. The room has gotten much warmer. I walk to the front door, open it and step outside. The temperature has dropped considerably with the steady snowfall. Doesn't look like the sun will be visiting us again today. I walk across the street to the steps she's sitting on. She has her head down and doesn't seem to notice me. "Mam?" She didn't notice me. "Mam?" She looks up a little startled. "Are you okay?" "Yes, I'm fine. Just figuring out where I'm going to go from here." "While you're thinking it over would you like to wait in my studio? I have the stove going and it's nice and warm." "No thanks, I don't want to be a bother, sir." "It's not a bother. I have a client coming and I'm not going to be able to concentrate worrying about you freezing to death out here. So, you'll be doing us both a favor if you just come in until you get things sorted out." "Thank you sir. I'll stay out or your way. You won't even know I'm there." I help her up. She's so stiff and has a hard time walking. I wrap one arm behind her and hold her wrist with my other hand guiding her into my studio. When I open the door the heat rushes to welcome her. The snow flakes on her clothes and hair melt quickly and dampen her clothes. "You better let me take your coat and hat so I can set them next to the stove to dry. I can pull a chair close to it so you can warm up faster if you would like." "That would be nice," she says. I grab a chair from under one of my work tables. I almost forget to to clean the tools off it first then put it a safe distance from the flames. She seems nervous and I don't blame her. She doesn't know me from Adam. I could be a slasher for all she knows. I hold out my hand. She looks confused for a moment, then unbuttons her coat and slides it down her arms and hands it to me followed by her hat releasing a long mane of beautiful blond hair that ends just above her waist. Straight and shiny. She's not homeless, her clothes are too nice and she's very well maintained. I decide not to ask any questions and just let her relax. Damn, I almost forgot about my appointment. I look at the time. She should be getting here any minute. I spend the next hour getting to know my guest while waiting on my extremely late client. I find out she caught her husband cheating on her and now had nowhere to go. The only family she has are in the United States so she doesn't know what she is going to do until she can contact them. I tell her she can stay in the back overnight if she needs to. She seems like a nice girl in a bad situation. It's been several hours now and the wicked witch is still a no show. I find out my guest's name is Autumn, a beautiful name. She's barely over 5ft tall. Her eye's are bright green like the new grass that grows after a fire. Medium size full lips with a distinctive nose. Milky white skin. Kind of hard to tell what kind of body she has for her dress is pretty thick and layered. We talk for an hour or so learning about each others childhoods, favorite foods, hobbies when I realize how much time has passed. The hag isn't going to show. "My model isn't going to make it." "Are you sure?" "It's almost noon and I haven't heard anything from anybody about her, not that I was looking forward to her company but I needed the money. Things have been tough lately and I've not had enough commissions to make the bills for the month." "Are commissions the only way you make money?" "No, they are my biggest source of income but I also sell non-commission pieces as well." I could tell she was contemplating something other than her current situation. After a few moments of silence she says, "Would it help if I modeled for you? I'm very shy but you've been so helpful to me and I have no other way to repay you." "You don't have to repay me. Things will work out somehow." "I insist. I know how sculptors work somewhat and you despise a day without being productive. I can't pose nude, I'm just not that comfortable with my body. "I appreciate your offer but I have no interest in sculpting the clothed figure. You needn't worry yourself with my current situation." "What if I were to disrobe but covered myself with a blanket exposing only my backside. Could you work with that?" "Alright, you talked me into it. I have nothing else planned for the day and I should do something productive like you said." "We'll begin after we have dinner." After dinner I get everything set up for my new model. She reluctantly disrobes behind the Shoji Screen. I must admit I'm curious as to what she looks like "au naturale" even though I know I won't find out. It didn't take me very long to get everything set up for Autumn because I had everything I needed set up for the other model. I spray the clay one more time. A few moments later Autumn steps out from the blind with a blanket wrapped around her just under her arms. All I can see of her nakedness is her head, shoulders, and arms. Her hair is loosely tied with a few strands hanging in her face. She's adorable. With an embarrassed look on her face I show her to the pedestal. Not needing the foot holders I remove them. She sits down on the stool. I rotate the platform under her until the light catches her just right then stop it. The sudden stopping causes the blanket to fall in the back exposing her body all the way down to top of her butt crack. She still holds it in the front just above her shoulders. Looking a little uncomfortable she does nothing to cover her exposed rump. "Are you still comfortable with this?" I ask her. "Yes, I want to do this." I pull out the first handful of clay and throw it onto the banding wheel then add some more to it. When I have a significant amount going I start pounding it into the general shape of my model, spraying it with water from time to time. She seems a little uncomfortable but patient and hasn't said a word so far since I started. I tell her she can talk if she wants, that it won't disturb me. She sits quietly for a little while longer. "Is it alright if I move? My nose itches." almost embarrassed. "No problem. You don't have to sit still. You can even get up and walk around if you want. Your movements betrays a lot of your personality to the sculpture, helps me to understand you better." "Interesting, I thought I would have to sit so still that I would get sore." "Some sculptors are that way but I guess I'm kind of like Rodin in that aspect." I notice after awhile her exposed skin is glistening. It's pretty warm in here and she must be burning up under that blanket. I think about asking her if she would like me to crack a window but the thought of her sweating under that blanket excited me to the point of keeping my silence. More time goes by as I get the overall shape of her body copied. Sweat is dripping down her arms and I'm sure she's even wetter under that blanket. God, I'm terrible. "Do you mind if I smoke?" "No, go ahead, it won't bother me." She replies. I get up, find my pipe, go over to the stove, and reach in with the tongs for a small enough coal to light my pipe with. Once I get it going I check to see if she's looking and throw in another piece of wood then head back to my seat. The blanket has dropped a few inches exposing the very top of her cleavage. From what I can see she has magnificent breasts. She's drenched with sweat. She glances at the work I've done so far. "I've noticed you're sculpting me nude, no blanket." "I decided I didn't want to mess with the folds in the blanket. I hope that is okay." "I don't mind. You really got close to what my body looks like without seeing it." "Your over all shape is visible I just filled in the blanks." "This blanket almost seems useless with your imagination and skills. Even so I'm starting to feel more comfortable." Reaching down with her free arm she pulls the blanket off her legs and lets it fall between them exposing her wet skin all the way up to her lower pelvis spreading her legs a little matching my image of her. She lets it drop a little in the front to just above her nipples. Her body is a sight to behold. Is it my imagination or are her legs slowly spreading? They are further apart than they were moments ago because I can see a shadow between her legs and the cover that wasn't there before. I tell her, "I need some more light facing you. I'll be right back." I return with a mirror and aim it using the light from the window behind her to where I will be able to see what that shadow is hiding. Her legs seem more spread than they were. It might be a subconscious reaction to the heat and the sweat dripping between her legs. I angle the mirror a little more and there it is.....so beautiful, her pussy and she has no idea I can see it. I feel my dick start to grow and tighten my pants. This is so HOT!!! I haven't been with another woman in over a year. I'm not planning on pursuing this one but I would like to gaze upon here nakedness and immortalize it, but not with my imagination. I want to see her entire body bare in it's magnificence and recreate it in clay. I can feel the effects of the last piece of wood I threw into the stove. It's really getting hot in here. I'm sweating now and my shirt is getting damp. I can't believe she hasn't said anything about it yet. Do my eyes deceive me? Her pussy is wet, I mean really wet, it's dripping. I can see a long string of sticky fluid extending between her pussy lips and the stool underneath her. That's not sweat, her pussy is soaked. I notice her breathing is a little more pronounced. Maybe it's the heat, her being nude under that blanket with a fully clothed man standing so close to her but she's getting excited. Maybe if I leave the room she'll drop the blanket momentarily to cool off until I get back. I might just catch a glimpse. I ask if she needs to go to the facilities located next door. "No thank you." "I just saw somebody that knows my client that didn't show pass by the window. I need to speak to them. I'll be back in 15 or 20 minutes. Just relax until I get back." I lied. I didn't see anybody or even went next door. I head behind the shop to the back door which leads into my storage room. The only thing separating that from the studio is a thick curtain hanging in the doorway. Creeping in as quiet as a church mouse to the curtain I pull it back to take a peek. From this vantage point I can still only see her back but from the other side. She still had it covering her front I guess because of the occasional passerby outside the windows although they would have to press their eyes up against the glass to see anyone inside. She takes a deep breath and slumps a little. A few seconds later she stands grasping the blanket in front but letting it drop in the back exposing her whole backside. Her ass is really nice. Slightly larger than I've seen on someone her size, very round with a slight jiggle when she walks. In contrast, her waist was tiny giving her an almost exaggerated hourglass figure. Her skin milky white,like her face and shoulders, especially on her bare ass. When she takes a step she almost trips over the blanket in front of her but quickly compensates. She inspects my sculpture of her. I can't read her expression but it changes and she reaches out and touches the wet clay of her likeness, rubs it then draws back to sniff her fingers. Very strange, she places her fingers in her mouth to tastes them. She breaths in deeply and sits on the stool I was sitting on with her fingers still in her mouth. Looking conflicted she scans the windows then the door. She drops her guard, pulls her fingers out of her mouth and puts them under the blanket between her legs. OH MY GOD!!! Is she touching herself? She is. She closes her eyes, mouth open just slightly and starts rubbing herself slowly. Her other hand still holding the blanket over her chest drops enough that one of her plump breast plops out with a jiggle. My dick rapidly grows hard staring at her heaving breast, it's big pink nipple staring right at me fully erect. She opens her eyes again looking at my sculpture fixedly. She's masturbating to my sculpture of her. That's so hot!!! I can tell she's trying to hurry before I get back. "Take your time my sweet. I won't come back until you're finished up," I whisper. She spreads her legs as wide as she can, her pussy is still covered by the gyrating blanket. She drops the blanket over her one hidden breast so the hand covering it could join the other one at her crotch. Now I can see both her tits jiggling in unison. Her breathing increases. What a sight, her glistening bouncing tits. I still can't see her pussy but it looks like one of her hands is sliding in and out of her pussy while the other one messages her clit under the wadded up blanket. Damn, I'm so excited I feel like I'm going to cum in my pants. I've never seen anything like this. Her movement and breathing increase to a frenzied pace. One of her hands appears from under the blanket grabbing it and throws it to the floor by her feet then quickly her hand returns to her clit. I can hear the wet sloshing sound of her fingers pumping in and out of her cunt. She's getting close to cumming and is to the point that she doesn't care if I or anybody else sees her. She lifts her ass up off my stool and starts bucking it into the air. She stops moving for a second, and pulls her wet fingers out of her pussy still massaging her clit with the other. Her whole body tightens up and she let's out a loud moan as she arches up on her toes and starts shaking as a long milky white liquid shoots out of her pussy a couple of feet, some of it hitting my sculpture but most of it hitting her legs and the floor. A second arc comes out with a little less force dripping down the stool and her legs, the a third coating her legs and dripping down to her calves and feet. Sitting there for a moment small tremors course through her body; the after effects of her orgasm. My dick lurches in my pants as my balls draw up. Holy shit I'm about to cum. I can't let this happen. I don't have another change of clothes and she'll know that I was spying on her if I come back with my pants soaked with cum. I force myself to look away from this pale angel and try to think of something else. I feel my sperm get almost all the way to the tip of my cock and lurch a couple of times. It feels good but I don't think I came. Damn I hope I didn't cum. It sure felt good but I don't feel wet. I step back and pull out my still hard dick and check my underwear. A couple of drops but that is it. I squeeze the base and run it up to the tip to make sure it's empty. A thin string comes out and slowly stretches to the floor and breaks. I do it again, this time only a couple of drips, then one more time.....empty. Damn that was close. I peek through the curtain again. She's just sitting there breathing hard, face aimed at the ceiling with her eyes closed. Back leaned against the wall, legs still spread, pussy dripping a small trickle now. Her whole body looking spent from her massive orgasm and covered in sweat. I didn't notice until now that her pussy is shaved bare. I've never seen or heard of that before. She seems so different, so exotic. Suddenly she leaps up like a bolt of lightning, looks at the window then the door in a panic. Even though its only been around 10 minutes she must have lost track of how much time has passed and is worried I'll come in any moment. In a hurry she looks around at her mess all over the stool and floor, then for something to clean it with. The only rags I have out are covering unused clay. The rest are under the sink and in the back but she doesn't know that. Grabbing the blanket she starts mopping the floor and stool with it. Running back to her pedestal she covers herself back up with it and assumes her previous pose. It's time for me to come back. I wait for my hard-on to subside a little; it won't go completely away. Zipping my pants up I straighten myself up and head back. This should be interesting. End of Part One (Part Two coming soon.) The Sculptor and his Muse Ch. 02 Friday December 9th 1910 A little after 2pm. Somewhere in Paris I step outside in the alleyway and look up at the dark and cloudy sky letting the now heavy snow hit me in the face like tiny needles confirming my awareness. The wind forming a sideways funnel of snow in the alley feels good. I was burning up in there not so much from the stove but from watching her. The recent turn of events makes me question my sanity. I walk back and forth not knowing what to do. I check my pocket watch. "Damn, I'm wasting time." This may be a little scary but it's also the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. I need to relish every second I can...relish every moment with her before she's gone. Almost everything really good that happens to me is all too brief. I work up my nerve and walk out of the alley and head to the edge of the windows facing out from my studio. Standing there for a minute I swallow deeply and walk to the entrance. Past the point of no return now. She probably can already see me. Taking in another deep breath of cold air I turn the doorknob and walk in wearing the most normal expression I can muster. Heat hits me in the face full force from the stove. She's sitting on her pedestal just as she was when I stepped out like nothing even happened other than her breathing a little harder. I tell her "I'm sorry I took so long." "That's okay. I like looking at all your sculptures and tools." "Would you like me to crack a window. It's getting really hot in here. I have no way to turn the stove down." "That would be nice. I could use some air." Thinking to myself "Me too." I open the window and feel the cold air rush in bringing a few snow flakes with it. Walking across the room I open another to cause a draft. "How's that?" "Much better." When I return to my sculpture of her, my eyes lock on the whitish liquid she sprayed on it. She must have been unaware she hit the sculpture with it because she cleaned it from the floor and chair but not there. When she's not looking I dab my finger in it, study it. I hold it to my nose, it has a musty smell....not unpleasant. I bring it to my mouth and taste it, almost a salty yet sweet taste. She looks my direction again almost catching me tasting tasting her creamy liquid. I start working again feverishly hoping she doesn't notice the erection growing again in my pants. I don't clean the strange liquid from the clay but work it in. I feel it infuses her into it. I won't be able to part with this piece. An hour or so passes without a single word spoken until she says her legs are growing stiff, stands up and walks to the front window to watch the occasional passerby. I can't hardly concentrate. I want to see her nakedness one more time and knowing the only thing keeping me from it is that solitary blanket is driving me mad. I so badly want to lift the blanket off of her nakedness, take her into my mouth while she wraps her body around mine. I decide to join her at the window. "You seem deep in thought. I know you're worried about your current situation but things will work out. I will help in anyway........." "No, I was thinking about something else. You are so good to me. I wish there was some way I could pay you for your kindness." I almost touch her shoulder from behind but restrain myself. I fear I might lose control if I make contact with her. She turns around not realizing how close I am and almost walks straight into my lips with hers. I step back flustered. "So sorry." When I stepped out of her path I inadvertently trapped the blanket under my foot. Losing her grip she steps right out of it as it falls the floor. With a look a pure shock she turns, bends down mashing her bare breast against her legs and grabs the blanket covering herself quickly turning red with embarrassment. Cursing myself under my breath I tell her how sorry I am for my clumsiness. She says "I'm the one that is sorry. I should have had a firmer grip on the blanket. I hope that you didn't find my nakedness insulting." "By no means. You are the most fetching creature I have ever had the pleasure of seeing." Half embarrassed and with a slight smile "You are too kind." She returns to her seat and assumes her original pose. I return to mine and continue sculpting still hoping she doesn't notice the huge bulge in my pants. We spend the rest of the day getting to know each other; who our favorite artists are, favorite plays, books, authors, and so on. We talk about the weather, some of the common people we know, and even the current fashions. It's a great afternoon and my heart breaks that it must be so brief when I think I could spend the rest of my life with this creature. By 6pm the sculpture is turning out really nice. Darkness approaches outside and with it heavier snow. There must be a foot and a half on the ground. I tell her "It's getting late and I need to go home soon. You are more than welcome to stay as long as you like." I want so badly to invite her to my house with me but fear she would be insulted if I brought it up. "I would be in poor shape or maybe even dead by now if it wasn't for you." "There's enough wood in here for a weeks worth of continuous burning. Just throw a piece in when you feel the slightest chill." I start cleaning and putting away my tools, wet and cover my clay, and throw another log into the fire to get her started for the night. She stands up from her stool watching me busy myself with the task of closing shop. "If you get hungry there's some food in the back. It's not much but will suffice." She almost looks sad that I'm leaving. She's probably just worried about being here by herself tonight, that's all. I don't want to leave her, but if I don't, I'll be putting myself in a position where I might try to take advantage of her. I've already done enough, spying on her today. Truth be known, I'll cherish what I saw today for the rest of my life. Taking my coat from the coat rack I put it on and put my scarf around my neck. She walks to me being careful not to drop the blanket again with the innocent expression of a child trying to hide the fact that their feelings have been hurt, takes the scarf in her hands and ties it securely for me. Our eyes meet and for a briefness that last an eternity, we gaze into each other eyes. She has a torn look on her face. Every fiber of my being wants to kiss her deeply, but again that would be taking advantage. What if she reconciles with her husband and I meet him by accident in the future? It would be trouble and could cause scandal. With one last lingering gaze I turn and walk into the dark night. She bids me farewell and tells me "Please be careful in the snow. I'll see you in the morning." I wave and walk on. The cold entering my nostrils burns my lungs. The snows faint glow gives everything a ghostly quality. It dull all sounds, all I can hear are my strides and breathing along with the wind. Within five minutes of leaving my studio, the wind picks up and the snow fall thickens to the point that it feels like I have a thousand tiny needles sticking out of my face. My beard becomes ice. My feet and hands grow numb. When my body begins feeling the warmth that is not warmth at all but death in disguise, I realize I'm not going to make it home. I must turn around. With resignation comes relief that I won't have to wait until morning to see her again. I really need to live closer to my studio. I didn't realize how far I walked lost in my thoughts. If it wasn't for the fact that I lived here so long I imagine I would be quite lost at the moment. The snow has obscured everything to the point of almost being unrecognizable. If not for the streetlamps I may not be able to find my way back. Just as I see my studio in the distance; the lights still on, I check my pocket watch. Damn, stopped working. It's colder than I thought. Making my way to the door I notice my hands are too numb to find my keys so I knock not feeling the impact of the wooden door on my gloved hands. The windows are covered in snow and ice, the light within warm nonetheless. I see her pleasant form cautiously approaching, obscured by the colds aftermath. Barely audible thru the wind I hear her ask who it is, fear in her voice. I answer back, but my mouth only makes sounds, not words. She recognizes my voice and opens the door wearing a clean smock as a nightshirt, instantly dropping the poker from the stove; she was apparently going to use it to throttle a stranger if given motive. Taking one step in I fall, snowflakes make their way in, melting as soon as they touch the floor becoming tiny droplets of water. She catches me under my arms. She's strong for being so small in stature. Putting my left arm behind her neck she drags me to the stove, scooting a stool in front of it with her foot, then maneuvering me onto it. She drags me in shutting the door behind us with a push of her foot. The screaming wind outside almost sounds insulted as it closes. The fire feels good. I still can't feel my hands and feet but know that I'm going to be okay. The ice and snow on my clothing becomes liquid; dripping all over the floor and soaking me to the core making me shiver even more. "We've got to get you out of those wet clothes before you catch your death." With those words said she goes to the task of disrobing me. I'm unable to protest; still numb from the cold. As shes leaning over me unbuttoning my coat I catch brief glimpses of her breast and even her nipples. How can I be noticing this in my current state? Even on the brink of freezing my blood heats up and I feel my manhood stir. At some points, her face is so close to mine I'm tempted to kiss her sweet lips and breath in her sweet breath. My coat is the first article of clothing she wrestles off of me, next is my shoes; which I'm pretty sure are ruined. My shirt gives her less trouble and when she gets it off of me she places it over one of the various chairs to dry out by the heat of the stove. All I'm wearing now are my pants and undergarment, wondering if shes going to stop, then she grabs my belt and unclasps it, reaching for my pants buttons and undoes them. They cling to me as she pulls but finally gives little by little. As she gets them down to my mid-thigh she becomes aware of my embarrassment. Even in my frozen state I have a massive erection that my wet, clinging underwear does little to conceal. Pretending not to notice, she wraps the blanket around me that she wore today while she posed for me. "You can pull your wet undergarment off without feeling embarrassed now" Doing so with the the blanket still around me, I set them with my other cloths on the chair. Feeling much better already, but still cold, I walk back to my original position in front of the fire. Trying to walk in such a way that my erection remains concealed. I know she saw it, but she doesn't need to know I still have it. Already I'm thawing as I absorb the heat through the dry blanket. Before long all that is wet on me is my hair as the numbness in my extremities turns to tingling, then that is even gone, leaving me with a slight case of the shakes. My breathing subsides and all that can be heard is the water dripping from my cloths hanging in front of the flame, the cold wind blowing outside. What a lonely sound it is. I eventually realize we haven't spoke in quite sometime and become insecure about it. Before the silence strangles me, I clear my throat to speak and Autumn cuts me off. "How dare you traipse out in the cold the way you did. You men think yourselves indestructible at times. Look at you now. If you had been but a few more moments out there you would be done for and buried without so much as a wake for your passing. Is that how you see yourself going...." At that moment, totally out of character for me I lean in and kiss her on the lips, those sweet tasting lips. She protests, her angry voice muffled by my mouth, until she wraps her arms around and grabs two two fistfuls of my hair from behind. Her protests turn to moans, light at first as she pushes into me. We kiss and embrace as the snow outside turns to sleet, sounding like sand hitting the windows. For that brief eternity we are the only two people in the universe...ever. I love this girl, I knew it the moment I first saw her wrapped in that blanket earlier today. We kiss like we are starving and our only sustenance is each other. I taste her sweet tastes. Our tongues explore each other's and our hands begin to roam. Getting lost in the moment, I didn't realize my blanket had fell open in the front. My hardness is exposed and pressed up against her clothed belly, touching the bottoms of her breast. If not for the smock the head would be between them. Releasing this, makes me harder. Breaking our kiss she looks down seeing me exposed from the front, the blanket open all the way to the floor. Tucking her hands under the cover at my shoulders, she pushes it off, it falls to the floor silently around my feet. Stepping back a couple of feet, she looks at my me from head to toe, and back again. I'm so hard now that my dick is bobbing in the air like it has a heartbeat of it's own. Feeling embarrassed I try to cover it with my hands. "Please don't. It's magnificent. You're beautiful." she says, and continues to gaze upon me. She is so different than any girl I have ever met. I've never known one to speak the way she does. Reaching up to the straps of the smock, she slides her arms through still holding it up in the front, exposing only the pink outer edges of her nipples, she steps back to me. I wrap my arms around her, embracing her tight. She wraps hers around me, the only thing holding the smock up is our two bodies together. Tracing the indention of her spine down to her round ass I squeeze, she shudders. I rub it gently as she raises her leg to allow me entrance. I begin to lift the thick cloth covering her ass to reach her moistness when she stops me. With a look of resignation she pulls back. She covers my eyes with her hand and I hear the smock drop and she steps back. Damn, I've never been this excited. The tip of my dick feels cold, I'm dripping with desire. When the bare skin of her stomach makes contact with it, I feel the slickness of my excitement sliding on it. I must calm down, lest I cum prematurely, embarrassing myself and seeming an adolescent. Tenderly kissing me once more on my lips, she slides down my neck, chest, then stomach, kissing every inch of me. Looking down at her, the light from the stove catches her curves as her nipples brush my skin. The fire gives her skin an auburn hue, goosebumps are visible despite its heat. Kissing above the base of my cock, then all around it, my thighs, hips, and stomach. I still fight the urge to cum. She's driving me wild. She stops and gazes upon me, studying me almost, then takes it in her hands gently. Moving it from side to side almost like she's admiring it and the shadows formed by the light. "It's glorious" she says. Then kisses the head so lightly. I can see a string of my liquid stretch from it to her lips as she looks up at me to smile her innocent smile. I almost lose control wanting to grab her head and pull her back to me, but I don't. She looks at it again, grabbing the base and running up to the head, then down again. I notice she has her other one between her legs, rubbing her pussy. I can't see it, but can hear the wet sounds it makes. I must be dreaming. She acts as no other. Kissing the tip again, she takes the head into her mouth, then more ever slowly, then more. Rubbing her clit faster, she takes half of me into her mouth, then pulls back again. Squeezing the base and running her hand up her mouth, she sucks it hard then lets it fall from her mouth with a popping sound. Getting back to her feet again and stepping back almost ten feet then setting in a stool. "Will you hold it for me?" "What?" Wondering if I heard her correctly. "I want to see you holding it. What it looks like in your hands." I don't know what to say. It seems so awkward. "Please?" I reach down and take the base of it in my hand. "Yes, will you squeeze it for me." Embarrassed I do as she says. "That's nice. Will you squeeze it all the way to the tip.....Please?" I do it again, but work it to the head. A lite moan escapes her lips. She starts rubbing her clit again while staring intently at my dick. "Please, don't stop. You're a beautiful man. This is very exciting. I want to remember this forever in every detail." The only sounds I can hear is the wind and sleet outside, the popping of the fire, but under all that, the wet sound of her fingers rubbing her folds and her faint moans. Her breast rocking with the movement. Without realizing it, I've done what she's requested of me, I'm pumping faster, matching her own rhythm. Her expression changes...from the beautiful angel I adore to one given over to her desires, still beautiful but also very lusty, desperate, and driven. She wants to cum and she's going to. Her pace quickens and she bites her bottom lip. A few more minutes pass and she's rocking and moaning loudly. She almost looks like she is going to cry...she is, a single tear runs down her cheek. "I'm sorry...I can't wait any longer...I have to cum...I can't stop it now...and I'm dying for you to watch me...is that okay...please?" Curling her legs up off the floor to her shoulders. The movement causes enough pressure that her pussy leaks down her ass cheek. Her words excite me to the point that I let go of my cock. I don't want to cum yet. I walk to her, dick bouncing with each step, glistening on the end. "What are you doing?" she says "You need to cum love, and I want you do it on me." "I can't do that on you." "Please..." Her expression changes further. She looks like she's screaming but with no sound. "I can't stop...please get out to the way...I'm cumming..." placing her feet back on the floor, she spreads her legs wider than before, lifting her ass off the stool. "Please...move." I feel my eyes focus with intensity. I can't wait. I saw it earlier but now I get to see it close as she sprays me. It's so arousing that she's worried about cumming on me but at the same time can't stop masturbating...she's too worked up and lost in the act. She stops. Her eyes go wide, then closed as she grits her teeth and cums. I little trickle at first, then a huge gush, spraying me in the face and chest. So hot I almost can't feel it's wetness. She sprays me again with the same force, then a little less, and a little less, until it subsides to a trickle again. Looking at me in shock, more tears following the first, she finally breaths again. All went quiet while she was cumming except for the sounds she made. God, I adore this fetching creature. "Why did you let me do that?" "I wanted to feel it on me. I wanted you to shower me with it, so hot and wet." "Most find it disgusting." "Not me my dear. I love it." She jumps off the stool and comes running at me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me hard. "I could fall for you so easily. You're so kind, so handsome and so..." grabbing my dick " so sexy, so hung." As soon as her hand makes contact with my hardness I stop breathing and my body tightens up. The heat I felt before becomes white hot and cold. I feel my eyes go wide...fuck, I'm about to cum. Her expression so sweet "Oh baby, you need to cum so bad. I can see it all over you. You're hurting...Oh, poor baby let me..." I scoot back out of her grasp to catch my breath "Please let me gather myself...not yet. I want to savor..." "Let me help you. We have the rest of the night. You can cum now, then again if you wish. I want to make you feel good, better than you ever have. Please let me make you cum. If not for you, then do it for me...Please. It's your turn to cum on me." The Sculptor and his Muse Ch. 02 Spreading my legs she kisses me again on the mouth then moves down my chest to my writhing cock again. Holding it at the base with one hand and rubbing the wet tip with the other...she kisses the tip so lovingly while looking at me, then rubs it on her lips. Parting her mouth ever so slightly, she pushes just the head in and gently sucks it. It feels so good. I've never felt anything like it. "I know you're not going to last long and that's okay. It's what I want. I want you to cum for me, in my mouth or face, wherever you like. I just want you to cum baby...please. "I can't. I want this to last." "Don't worry...please. You'll be able to do it again later and even last longer if that's what you're worried about. Please, I need this...okay." Losing all control I push it into her mouth about an inch past the head. "MMmmmm....Yes, do it!" she slides her lips all the way to my balls and back up again, her spit all over it glistening. Wrapping both hands around it she pumps with just the head in her mouth, sucking and kissing. "Don't try to stretch it out...just cum for me okay?" "I'm already about to cum!" " Oh god, yes...do it. I can feel it. You're so hard. It's twitching. You're aching so bad for it. Cum baby. CUM FOR ME, PLEASE!!!" I've never felt anything like it. My ears go silent for a moment, then I see stars. My dick and lower extremities tighten then go numb...then they release. I cum. I cum harder than I ever have. I can barely stay conscience. The first gush shoots deep down her throat, the second is too much and drips out the sides of her mouth and down her chin, on the third she pulls it out and lets it spew into her face and hair, the forth on her tits and stomach, and the next few she takes again in her mouth. She pumps with her head and all I can hear is her swallowing my load and the wet sound of my dick going in and out of her mouth. She's so magnificent. When I'm finally done she lets it slide out. "You are so incredible...that was incredible. You came so hard and so much...It was so thick...you're just...incredible. Her face and body covered in my cum. Mine covered in hers. We roll up together in the blanket on the floor to catch our breath and enjoy each others warmth. Wondering how the night could possibly get any better. To be continued......