The Secret Life of Artists

Part two of those sexy artists. Cassandra was an older woman with a college lover in the first story, what will she get up to this time hmmmm? I appreciate you rating my stories! It lets me know what you want to read.

I spaced the six easels surrounded the posing bed Mike had left in the studio.

Just in time because the first student had arrived. After everyone arrived and made introductions, I began.

“Welcome to the first in a series of six painting classes you’ll have with me,” I smiled, looking around at the variety of people that had signed up for my first class.

“I know you are all at different levels of experience, but don’t worry, we’ll work at your pace. I kept the class small to enable me more time one on one you.”

I had them prepare sketch pads and art pencils. “No paint yet. Since we will be doing figure work, we need to have our proportions down before we can pick up a brush.” I sensed some disappointment at not getting to dive into the paint, which didn’t surprise me. “You’ll have five more classes where you will pick up your brushes. Soon!” I said laughing.

The model arrived and I situated her on the bed. I’d chosen experienced models so I didn’t have to worry about them and could concentrate on my students.

“Okay, you all can move your easels to whatever angle you’d like to sketch her from.” Interestingly enough the three women chose to sketch the back of our model, the men the front.

I walked around to judge their individual skill, pleased at how well they were doing. Figure drawing was tough to start.

Ted was probably a little older than me. Graying at the temples, but a well worn cowboy hat hid the rest. By his more muscular build, he wasn’t a weekend cowboy. This area in Florida has many small and massive beef and horse ranches, and it’s not unusual to see them riding their ranges on horseback.

“Doing very good, Ted… I didn’t think you’ve had much art experience?”

“Thanks,” he said stopping to survey his work. “I had art back in college but as you’d guess that was a longggg time ago. I needed a mental get away that wasn’t all about my work and thought I’d see how I did with a brush again.”

“Proportionally you’ve done a wonderful job,” I said and pointed to the area of her breast. “The radius is off between the two. Right here on the underside of her breast.” I pointed to the model. “See the curve isn’t fully round but drops from the nipple, then into the curve. And the undercurve is hidden on the other.” He nodded, and began redrawing.

“How’s it going, Millie?” I said to my most inexperienced student. She sat directly across from Ted and was drawing the back of the model. She came across as a bit meek, but nice.

“I think I’m doing okay?” She had done a wonderful job of the sweep of her back, the curve of her hip and the round ass.

“You’re doing more than okay! Continue on!”

I helped a few others, but overall I had a very talented class. The timer on my watch went off and I called break, going to get snacks and drinks. When I got back Millie was intently talking to Ted. Several others engaged me about my art and the others grouped off to chat.

I did notice a student talking to our model. I’m very protective of models. They most always get unwanted advances. Some men think because they pose nude, they’re all sex fiends. They pose because they either love to show off their bodies, love the money they make, or both.

“Okay people, I want you to move your easel to the opposite side you were on.” I heard some groans and laughed. “Yes, that’s why you’re doing it! I know you have your preferences.”

“May I see your final sketch, Ted?” He flipped the paper back over the pad. “You really got this! Very nice. Very very nice.” He had gone back and reworked her breasts and got everything right.

As I suspected, more had difficulties with the second half of the class. They chose the angle of the model they most liked, and now had to sketch the model from a persepective they probably didn’t like. As I pointed out problem areas, they understood and were able to get it right on rework. I felt good that they were all ready for paint next session.

“Thank you everyone, I hope you all were as pleased as I am. I see some real talent here and am anxious to let you loose with paint! Your time is up but feel free to stay and work on your sketches.”

Three left with sketchpads under their arms, one guy lingered, the model stayed a bit longer for him. Her choice, so totally fine by me. That left Millie and Ted, both concentrating on their work. At least Ted was, I thought, laughing to myself.

The student and model left. It was apparent Ted was uncomfortable from Millie’s attentions.

“Say Cassandra, if you have some time I have a few questions if you don’t mind.”

“Absolutely have time, Ted. Just let me help Millie out.” She started gathering her supplies and shoved them into her portfolio. “You did a great job today Millie! See you next week!” I locked the door behind her.

“I hope I don’t look too much like a schmuck,” Ted said ruefully.

“Not at all, It’s hard to gracefully turn down unwanted advances sometimes.” And I bet you get more than your share, I thought.

“Yeah, I’d guess you get more than your share of those,” he said at the same time.

“Unwanted advances?” I laughed, a little flustered. “Never been much of a problem.” Thinking that the first one to ever come on to me was Mike. My husband and I were high school sweethearts, so that never happened with him either.

“Well I find that difficult to believe. You are one sexy lady. And a nice one at that,” he smiled. “I haven’t run into many like you and when I do, they’re taken. I suspect you are as well.”

“No no, I’m a widow twenty years. I haven’t really dated much, and just…” I trailed off, not wanting to go into my relationship with Mike, which was not exactly a romance.

He nodded. “I’m a long time widower myself and with the ranch, just don’t have time to go out and meet anyone at a bar or whatever.” He hesitated. “That’s sort of why I’m here, I decided if I was going to take time away, I wanted to do something for me. I loved painting and always wanted to get back to it.”

“Yes yes,” I nodded, “no bars for me. Not that I’m a teetotaler by any means. I just don’t go for the bar scene. And at my age even…”

We went on to establish that he was only seven years older than me, had similar backgrounds and similar tastes.

“Hey, I don’t suppose you’d be interested in coming to dinner at the ranch? I make a mean steak and I’m sure we could find some wine, beer or whatever your pleasure.” I hesitated and he went on. “I hope you don’t feel I’m rushing us. It’s just that I’ve never been the type to play games. If I’m interested, I’m up front.”

“I’d love to see your ranch.”

Later I thought, are you nuts?! You just met the guy and you’re going on a date for gods sake. Yeah well, it’s not officially a date. No you’re going to his house! Yes I am. And with that I shut down the nag that at times took up residence on my shoulder.

“Sorry I don’t have a fancier ride, but most everything I do requires a pick up truck,” he said as we bounced back the quarter mile driveway.

I surreptitiously tightened my seat belt and said, “That’s okay. I don’t require anything fancy anyhow.” We laughed. “This is quite the ranch you have here.” Ranches in Florida are mostly vast expanses of a good deal of acreage. It’s all flatland in my area, so I could see seemingly for miles and not know where one ranch ends and the other begins.

“I started from scratch, a few head at a time, now there’re abouts a thousand head.” He slowed as we took a turn and the house appeared. “Here’s my abode. Nothing fancy here either so you’re in luck!” We laughed again.

“This is real Florida,” I said and he knew what I meant. The house had wide metal clad roof and overhangs on the west, east and south sides to keep the sun from shining in directly during the heat of the day. Hammocks and chairs dotted the porches invitingly.

“Yep. I built this house to fit the landscape but with new modern amenities. Installed a whole house generator just in case a hurricane decided to take down our electricity. .engineered wood for exterior siding as well as flooring. And… but this isn’t of any interest to you.”

“But I’m actually very interested in how you build a new home to look like it has been part of the land forever.” He smiled, helping me down from the high truck.

“Okay but enough of that for now. Lets get out of this heat.”

“Oh those doors!” I exclaimed when I saw the wooden double entry doors.”They gorgeous!”

“They were hand carved by a craftsman. I’m not surprised an artist would recognize another’s art.”

“That fireplace,” I exclaimed, like an excited child. The fire place took up the entire wall of the living room, a heavy beam for the mantle and a high hearth.

He chuckled. “I appreciate those that are good at their art I guess. The stones were hauled in and hand set, the beam was rough sawn at a mill and everything was hauled down from Georgia.”

“We can have a fire later if it cools down.” I wandered the room as he went on. The furniture was sturdy leather, but softened from use. The kind you want to curl up in with a book in front of a blazing fire.

He went into the kitchen and began getting dinner together. “Feel free to look around, Cass. Everything is ready, all I have to do is put the steaks on the grill when we’re ready to eat.”

As I slid onto the stool at the island where he was working, I noticed the kitchen had all the higher end amenities. “I have friends that would kill for this kitchen. I would if I could actually cook!” We laughed.

“I confess, I love to cook,” he said shrugging. “My Mama taught me young to be self sufficient or carry my share of the load,” he said proudly. “I have to say it’s more fun to cook for someone else than just myself. I’m glad you are here, Cass.”

“Me too,” I replied softly as a little charge shot through the air.

The ice tinkled in the glasses of scotch he’d poured as he began to walk me through his home. I hadn’t had much more than wine in years, so I had to be careful. I took another sip of the cold smooth alcohol and shivered when it spread through my body, tingling in my arms and legs.

“Are you cold, Cass??” He put his arm around me and rubbed my arm up and down. Cold, I thought. Cold?! No, that’s not the word I’d use.

“I am, a bit,” I said and he pulled me closer. The top of my head came just under his chin, so we were a perfect fit.

He set our glasses on a hall table and wrapped his arms around me. Yes, we were a perfect fit. I snuggled in like I belonged there, and I felt the vibration of a moan in his chest.

“Feel warmer?” Warmer?! I’m melting for gods sake. I’ll be a puddle carnal goo at your feet in a minute.

“Yes, a little.” He started stroking his hands up and down my back. I’d worn shorts and a low back tank top, so some of those strokes were his hands on my skin. Oh yeah.

Cassandra, have you turned into a nympho for crying out loud?! He’s simply holding me because I’m cold. Right. You’re ready to jump his bones. Never! Not on a first date… Right?

First mistake was I looked up as he looked down, and as you can imagine our lips were in kissing proximity. I closed my thoughts to the nag, stood up on tiptoe and brushed his lips with mine. It was as though the flood gates broke. He lifted me higher into a deeper kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck. And let the flames burn hot.

He cupped my ass and pulled me close. “What you do to me, Cass. I wanted to kiss you like this in your studio. I’ve been so drawn to you, I haven’t been able to think straight.”

I wanted to say a lot, but the words wouldn’t come out and he slowly lowered me to the floor. I didn’t want him to take my silence as rejection. ‘Ted, I’ve wanted to do this since you were at my door this evening. We’re not kids and I don’t know what’s etiquette for dating anymore because I haven’t really had a date in a long time and the one I had wasn’t…” I rambled…

“Lets take it as it comes, Cass,” he said, smoothing my hair back from my face. I think we can leave all that what to do or not on our first date for the teenagers to worry about. Us, we can do as we damn well please, as long as we both want the same thing.”

Geez this guy could read my mind already. “Yes, okay. I will do what I want to do!” He laughed and I realized what I said. “Sort of.” I blushed like a teenager.

“I like your attitude woman,” he kissed me tenderly. I held the side of his face, and tipped my head to nibble on his lower lip.

He moaned and said, “Lets eat. I have a feeling I’m going to need some nourishment.” I blushed but didn’t reply.

By the time we finished the fabulous meal, I’d also had time to cool off and think rationally. Take it slow, Cassandra. I know I know but I’m so attracted to him. He’ll still be here, he doesn’t seem to want to run away. Right, if nothing else I’ll see him at my art classes.

He threw some kindling and logs in the fireplace. “Since it’s still a little warm out, I’m not going to build a big fire so the heat runs us out.”

“Yeah, we don’t need any more heat in here,” I mumbled and he turned and laughed. I didn’t think he’d heard me. Yeesh Cassandra, get it together.

We both opted for iced tea after dinner he brought it in and sat next to me on the leather sofa.

“I’m glad you enjoyed your meal Cass. Maybe I can talk you into coming back for more.” He realized what he said and added, “Dinner.”

Pretty lame but good save, the nag said. Oh shut up. He’s a gentleman, obviously. He could have taken advantage of me earlier but didn’t. Okay you have a point there but don’t get carried away again tonight!

“Of course! I want to see the rest of your house next time.” Him warming me up in the hall had curtailed the rest of the tour.

“Would you like to see it now?”

“No!” I said too quickly. “Next time is fine. Something to look forward too.” Talk about lame. But I wasn’t about to tour his bedroom. Poor guy probably wouldn’t have seen the sun tomorrow. Shush.

The next day felt normal because I was back in my paint splotched overalls and painting in my studio in zen mode. The hours flew by and I realized I hadn’t eaten. Or thought about my dilemma with Ted.

Am I attracted to him just for the sex… I needed to figure that out. I surely didn’t need a relationship, I was a busy woman and had no time for romance. I picked up a pickle spear and tapped it on my lips, thinking. I’m sure he is only interested in a few hours of fun in the sack. I nibbled the end of the pickle, realizing what I was doing I threw it on my plate.

Class day was here and I was ridiculously nervous. Ted was the last to arrive and was greeted immediately by Millie. She might be the answer to my quandary… Millie obviously was interested in Ted. She was a little mousy, but they say those kind are tigers behind closed doors. To her delight, the only easel open was next to her, so Ted settled in.

I addressed them all as to what we were doing in today’s class. “Today you can get your paints out. We have a new model coming in that you’ll find is quite different than the last.” I smiled. “In fact you’ll find each model we have will be much different from the others.”

There was a method to that. The males in the class wouldn’t get ‘hooked’ on a model which would be a distraction. And it was the same for the model. Just kept things fresh besides being a challenge every week.

Suze came in and I helped situate her on the bed. I told her I had no particular poses in mind and to do what she wanted. She was an experienced model, was an artist herself so knew what artists needed. She was also quite Rubenesque. She had flaming red hair that hung like a cloud over her ample breasts. Any breeze moved her hair, which could be a challenge when you’re painting her.

Ted asked, “Can we paint from another place?”

“Sure, move your easel wherever you like. Any of you.”

To Millie’s disappointment Ted moved away. Two others moved and I wandered, looking over shoulders. They were wisely blocking in with pencil first. I noticed one of the guys had caught the model’s eye and smiled, and she winked back. Everyone was doing extremely well and I was able to offer ideas to improve their painting.

I stood behind Ted and he turned and smiled. “You’re doing an amazing job of getting her skin tones,” I said. Along with the wild free red hair, came the creamy white skin that was hard to mix paint for the contouring.

“Thanks! I’m really enjoying this.” He was painting in her smoothly shaved pubes and I wondered if that’s what he preferred, but immediately snapped back to reality. Seemed as though he read my mind, he looked at me and winked.

I prepared lunch and brought everything into the studio. More comfortable this time, they all dug in chattering away and laughing.

Ted walked over and whispered in my ear, “Missing anyone?” I looked around.

“Yes! Wonder where they went?”

Ted motioned for me to follow him. We cut between some of Mike’s photo equipment and stood where we were hidden from the couple on the chair. What I saw was so hot the room began to spin and Ted pulled me back against him.

Our curvaceous model was seated in the wing back chair, with her legs spread wide and hanging over each arm. Her admiring student had his face buried between those silky thighs having a private lunch. His hands were full of her voluptuous tits. Kneading and pinching her long nipples.

Ted’s arms went around me and I realized my chest was heaving and I was trying to catch my breath. I’d never seen anything like that before and I was aroused beyond comprehension. Then I realized I was grinding back against Ted’s erection.

“Oh baby,” he whispered in my ear which only served to inflame me further. Waves of heat rolled through my body as I watched.

He stood up, his face wet from her juices. She sat up, yanked his pants to his knees and sucked his cock into her mouth in nearly one motion. He threaded his fingers through those bedeviled curls while he fucked her mouth. Her fingers were gouged into his ass as though he would run away. Just as he was ready to cum, Ted pulled me away and back through the equipment.

“Take a moment before you come out, Cass,” he said, straightening my disheveled hair, which made me wonder how it got that way.

I walked over to the table and started cleaning up what was left of the food, practically running it back to my kitchen. I splashed some cold water on my face and went back to the studio.

Ted painted but watched me. I couldn’t look at him and went through the motions until the class mercifully ended.

Hot surprisingly Ted was the last to go. He walked to the door, locked it and came back. “Do you have any wine in your kitchen?” I nodded.

He held my hand and made his way to the kitchen. I sat on the island stool unsure of what just happened. He set a big glass of wine in front of me and I downed it.

“Easy, Cass,” he said pushing the empty glass aside. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just so embarrassed. I’ve led a pretty sheltered life and I’ve never seen anything like that before. I mean it’s not like I haven’t…” I trailed off.

“It’s okay honey,” he stood beside me and held my head against his chest and softly rubbed. It was so relaxing.

“I mean it really excited me to watch. I’d never thought that of myself,” I murmured against his chest.

“It’s okay to discover new things about ourselves. I’ve never watched anything like that for any length of time, just a glance. It was a pretty new feeling to me too, honey, and just as arousing.”

I looked up and being on the stool put me almost at his level. I stroked the side of his face.

“Honey, make sure you know what you’re getting into,” he warned. “The way you were grinding into me while we watched just about did me in. And I haven’t cum in my pants since I was a teenager.” He chuckled.

I teased his lips with my tongue and nibbled. He groaned and pulled me against him for a hot wet kiss. I wove my fingers in his curly hair and let myself go.

“I need you,” I whispered, leading him to my bedroom.

Clothes were off. To needy for lengthy foreplay we were inflamed body to inflamed body. He cupped my ass and laid me on the bed, following me down, between my open thighs. His cock was pinned between our bodies, against my tingling pussy. I rocked and squirmed trying to impale myself.

“Please,” I moaned. “I need…” He groaned at my words and lifted so his cock dropped between my legs, tip at my entrance.

He started slowly sliding in. “Oh honey, damn you feel so fucking good,” his voice raspy with control.

I dug my heels in and pushed up taking it deep in my cunt. My hands splayed on his ass, fingernails denting his skin. He started pounded into me and I met ever thrust. Our bodies banging together and rough breathing sounded obscene. This was pure raw sex. We took what we needed from each other.

I moaned my climax and he groaned as my cunt gripped his cock. He kept slamming his cock into me so deep and hard I felt it touch my cervix. I clamped on his cock for another orgasm.

“Oh ffffffuck,” he shouted and slammed deep and pumped his hot seed deep.

He rolled to my side and pulled me against him. We were hot and sweaty, and I felt nearly exhausted from exertion.

“Oh my god, honey,” he wrapped his arms around me.

“That was some kinda fuck, eh?” His laugh boomed off the walls.

“Yes it was honey. Yes it was.”

A shower together, some dinner and he was back next to me in bed. Our shower was enough foreplay to light the flames again.

He rolled me on top of him, long steamy kisses my nipples digging into his chest. He sighed, held my ass and pulled me tight against his hardening cock.

“Look what you’re doing to me! It has been a long time since I’ve been ready to go again this soon.” I thrust against him. “Mmmm, you are the amorous one.”

“It’s you doing it to me!” I laughed. “I never had sex like that before. Sex. Raw wild sex.”

“And…”

‘It was AWESOME!” I shouted and he we both laughed.

“I don’t know if I have the stamina to do that too often. You’d need a younger lover for that I’m afraid.”

Thinking of how wonderful it was with Mike, but nothing ever this close I said, “You’ll do just fine Mister.” He smiled. “Can you stay or do you have to get back to the ranch?”

“I already texted for them to cover in the morning.”

I pulled him down for a thank you kiss, and talked him into making out til we fell asleep. I knew he needed to recharge and I didn’t want to pressure. Besides, I love making out.

“Mmmmm,” I purred sleepily when I felt his body against my back, his arm wrapping around me.

“You’re purring like a kitten, honey,” he breathed in my ear and I shivered. His hand cupped my tit, thumb tweaking my hardening nipple. I pushed back and his cock nestled in between my cheeks. “Oh baby, you drive me crazy you know.” He rubbed his cock back and forth and it slipped between my legs.

I reached between my legs and pressed his cock between my leaking pussy lips. “Ahhhhh, that feels so good.”

He rocked his cock through my soft cunt lips, but the tip pushed at my opening. I tipped my pelvis back for his cock to angle in, and he lifted my leg over his hip, opening my cunt wider and allowing his cock to slip in deeper.

“I love morning sex,” I murmured, pushing back to ride his cock. It was so slow and sensuous, nearly the opposite of the animal sex we had last night.

“Mmmmm, I love any sex with you honey.”

He trailed his fingers across my breasts, down my stomach to to my pussy. He slipped his finger in next to his cock to find my clit. He caressed it in time to our our rhythm and it was only seconds and I felt the first wave crash through me.

“Yessssss don’t stop!” I ground out as wave after wave crashed over me.

My cunt milked his cock and Ted followed me into a loud grunting orgasm.

“Damn. Fuck,” her murmured into my hair. “You’re killing me Cass.” His cock finally slipped out of me along with all his seed and my juices.

“Mmmm, you’re pouring out of me.” I loved the feeling.

“Hmm?”

“Your seed. My juices.” He crawled down between my thighs and licked it off my smooth cunt lips. He nibbled and tugged and teased my pearl with the tip of his tongue. A couple of quick flicks of his tongue and I was off again.

He looked in my eyes. “I think you’re all cleaned up now.”

“You. YOU are bad!”

“But you love it!”

“I do.”

Would this become a regular thing, I wondered after he left. Cleaning up the breakfast dishes gave me time to think where we were going. I needed to clear my head and decide what I want for my future. I know I could quickly get involved with Ted and I’d be down the rabbit hole. But did I want to do that.

But I had my weekly tennis game with Jeannie, who was also my sounding board. I told her about my dilemma.

“Do you have feelings for him, or is it just sex?” Levelheadedness. Just what I need.

“I’m just old fashioned enough that I couldn’t have sex with someone I had absolutely no feelings for. But. But. That’s part of my dilemma. Do I have maybe forever feelings or are they more just for awhile feelings?”

“I think that’s only something you can answer,” Jeannie said. I nodded. She was right.

We stopped for cold drinks after and continued the discussion. “I just don’t know Jeannie. I really enjoy being around him. He’s fun and funny. Protective. Cares for me.”

“Yeah, does sound like quite a problem,” she laughed, rolling her eyes.

“Right but do I want that forever. That’s the question. We have fun the way we are now, but will he be happy with that down the road. Will I?”

“Maybe you should just continue seeing him for a bit to see if your feelings change. Either way.”

“I suppose you’re right. It’s too early to tell. And I don’t even know how he feels. .This all could be a fling for him.”

I spent the rest of the day accepting art for a show I’d scheduled here in the gallery. I often did that. It was a good way for the community to meet the local artists. Discover art isn’t the crap they find in Wal Mart and it really can be affordable. It’s win win.

I carefully stored the show art until after this weeks class. I’ll have plenty of time to hang it before the show. I still had to talk to the caterer for opening night. And I wanted to get a new dress. That was always difficult because I tended to be a bit Bohemian in my dress.

After everyone settled at their easels, I walked to the center of the room.

“You all did wonderfully well with last weeks model. Red hair and creamy white skin such as her can be somewhat challenging but you all did very well. As I said, each model will be different, and this one will be no exception. Don’t get your paints out yet, she will be here soon.”

“Nellie is quite experienced as an art model and I’ve often painted her myself, so I’ll allow her to pose as she likes.” I hugged her and she arranged herself on the bed.

Everyone had their heads down nervously sorting through their paints, choosing, changing their minds, getting their challenging palettes set up.

I’d asked Nellie stop by earlier in the week to arrange background and lighting. She had the most remarkable chocolaty cocoa skin I’ve ever seen. She was also a Rubenesque model but proportionally perfect and was a knockout as a swimwear model. Long braids dropped from the crown of her head, over her shoulder and across a breast.

This was probably the most provocative pose they’d had from a model. Nellie had arranged pillows behind her that enabled her to lay back some, which gave the artists a view of nearly the complete front of he body. Her knee was cocked up at bit allowing a good view of her trimmed bush.

As I wandered behind the artists, I noticed all the men were dealing with erections. A hazard of being a male artist painting a nude female. It was nothing unusual.

“You sure can pick them,” Ted whispered in my ear. I noticed the lump in his lap too. Because of the backdrop, all the artists were on one side and Ted’s easel was slightly behind, offering a bit more privacy.

“I’m glad you’re UP for the challenge,” I breathed in his ear and nipped his earlobe. I felt him shudder. “Are you cold?” I asked, smiling.

“No” he ground out. “You’ll find out what I am later. Later honey.”

Nellie had such dewy moist skin that this time during break it was the women in the class talking to her about her skin care. Much to the disappointment of several of the guys that had planned on having a chat.

We worked on more abstract figure work and would be starting with a fresh canvas after break. They’d all done quite well for the first painting. Surprisingly well. I appreciated this class because they were all of fairly equal talent.

Nellie was a model that liked to interact with the artists and I was only too happy to let her do it. She walked around looking at their first painting, commenting on each one. She was an artist herself and could offer some new insight. She had told me she might choose an even more suggestive pose and I encouraged it.

Nellie artfully arranged the pillows and lay back. She again was leaning back against the pillows giving the artists a view of the front of her body, but this time she cradled her breasts in her left arm, thumb on her nipple. Her right leg was bent a bit, and the other was off the bed. Her right hand between her legs, not quite covering her furry pussy. Her head was thrown back, mouth open slightly. It was highly erotic.

I enjoyed the reactions of the artists immensely. Some studied her body before sketching, some squirmed around choosing paint, some started sketching, and one moved his easel to another angle and behind the others. That one I wasn’t the least bit surprised about.

I wandered over to the now sketching Ted. His left hand slid up the inside of my thigh under my skirt and let his fingers dance on my wet panties.

“I’m glad to know this is affecting you as much as it is me,” he whispered. Glancing around he took my hand and covered his pants. I could feel his cock pulsing and I squeezed. “Don’t press you luck, Cass. I’m about ready to take you right here and now.”

“Mmmmhmmmm,” I vibrated in his ear and quickly walked away, not knowing how real his threat was.

The students were doing unbelievably well at capturing the warm cocoa tones of her skin. Today’s poses were more sexy than they’d had to this point. This pose was bordering pornographic, but not really because it was all just an illusion.

“This is really exciting, I hope I can paint,” one whispered to me. Another, “This is really turning me on!” Even Millie seemed to be affected. She had given up on Ted and caught the attention of another man. Younger but he seemed to be interested. I liked that. Even mousy women deserve attention.

“I’ve never seen a naked woman before,” Millie whispered. “Well myself, but not a stranger.”

“Does it offend you? Seeing her like this?”

“No, no, not at all really. If I’d known beforehand, I probably wouldn’t have come,” she admitted. “But walking out would be ridiculous of me. I am enjoying painting her and actually watching the reactions of the guys.”

I smiled. “Yes, it does seem to be affecting us all. Nellie is seductive and a beautiful model. The fact that she’s plus size and that comfortable with her body is sexy too.”

Millie thought about that for a moment. “It is really the attitude more than the looks isn’t it?” I squeezed her shoulder and nodded, knowing she had some food for thought.

The class ended and the students filtered our chatting among themselves. They were becoming friends and I loved that. Ted was lingering and I knew he’d lock the door behind them and ran into the bathroom to pee.

The bathroom door banged open and Ted burst in mid pee. Shocked but I couldn’t stop. He was just as shocked but recovered.

“Wipe it and stand up.”

I slowly pulled my panties down to my ankles and over my black pumps and tossed them to him. He wadded them up and put the min his pocket, looking extremely impatient. His cock was poking out of his pants lewdly.

“I had to give him his freedom. My balls are aching thanks to you.”

“Me?!”

“Don’t look so innocent and if you’re done wipe and stand up.” He sounded menacing but I knew him well enough to not be afraid. “That sexy model, you coming around me with those wet panties, those heels, and you breathing in my ear. You’re a menace!”

He grabbed me into a lusty kiss, and I knew he meant business. I was soaking wet and ready. I pushed away, pulled my skirt up and leaned over the bathroom sink baring my pussy and ass to him.

“God damn honey you’re going to kill me one of these days!” His pants dropped around his ankles and he grabbed my hips. Our eyes locked in the mirror.

“Fuck me,” I commanded. In one motion he shoved in ball deep and locked against me.

“Oh god honey, that feels so good. I needed your steamy pussy around my cock. I love the way you clench your muscles, like a fist squeezing my cock.”

I leaned further over the sink and pushed back, riding his stiffness. His hands were under my top to fondle my swaying tits, pulling at my nipples, driving me crazy.

He started slamming into me and I pushed back, meeting him. Our sweaty bodies slapped together. Our eyes locked in the mirror, reading each others emotions. His cock could tap my cervix when he drove deep, sending me over the top each time. I just kept cumming on his cock.

Finally he drove deep and stopped at the first hard pulse of his cock. He pulled back shooting hot seed all over my ass and pussy. His eyes were black with desire, telling me how fiery hot this was for him too. Our raw fucking sex was as blazing hot as our morning sex was gentle and sweet.

We were a perfect match on that level. I know I’d never had this. Not with my husband and not with Mike. This was different. We could read each other.

I was sweaty. My hair hung in damp string across my face. My chest still heaved. My skirt was bunched at my waist. I was a lewd mess.

“Damn honey, look you in those fucking high heels. You gave every guy a boner today. You drove me fucking crazy. Those long legs and short skirt in those spike heels.” I turned and leaned against the counter and he stared at my exposed pussy. “You’re trying to kill me aren’t you?”

I smiled a wicked smile and his eyes went darker. He ripped open my shirt, buttons bounced off the bathroom walls, pulling it down to my elbows, essentially locking my arms behind me. He set my bare ass up on the counter top and spread my thighs.

He dropped to his knees and pulled my ass to the edge of the counter top and lifted my thighs over his shoulders. His breath hot on my cunt. His mouth locked onto my cunt, growling and vibrating my clit while tonguing and licking our juices. He grunted and growled and the vibrations sent shockwaves through my body. I shook with ongoing orgasms, waves that peaked and crested until I was limp.

He picked me up, laid me on my bed and disappeared. I was too exhausted to wonder. Soon though he was back. He was naked and I bit my lip seeing his hot masculinity, solid arm muscles, thick thighs.

He picked me up, carried me into the bath,and stepped into the tub. He sank down in the deep jasmine scented water and pulled me down in front of him. I was nestled between those sexy brawny thighs leaning back against his chest. His arms were around me under the water.

“I like this deep made for two bath tub, honey.”

“You’re going to smell like flowers you know.”

“I don’t give a damn. It’s for you. All for you my love.” He tipped my chin and kissed sweetly.

The water cooled and he toweled me off with a big fluffy towel, put me naked in sweat shirt and pants and led me to his pick up truck.

“Where’re we going?”

“The ranch.” I noticed he tossed my overnight bag in the truck so apparently I was staying there. I shrugged it off, enjoying someone else making all the decisions.

“Nice,” I said sleepily. He held my hand all the way out to the ranch.

Next thing I knew I was sinking into an oversize bed, soft cotton sheets against my skin, and a light coverlet floated down and settled on my body. “Mmmmmmm.” And that was the last thing I remember.

I woke with a middle of the night urge to pee. I’d forgotten I was at Teds, and I didn’t even know where to find the bathroom. I moved and bumped into his big warm body snuggled in behind me.

“Cass?” he said softly.

‘I have to pee and I don’t know where the bathroom is.” I heard him stifle a chuckle.

“C’mon, I’ll show you honey.”

Dim nightlights leading the way, I padded back to the huge bed and climbed in. I thought I’d moved to the middle so I was close to Ted, but a strong arm wrapped around me and pulled me into his arms. I sighed and went right back to sleep.

I woke up to a note and a thermos of coffee on the nightstand.

Had to check some fence line. I shouldn’t be gone long. Make yourself at home. Maybe we’ll ride when I get back. xoxo

Ride? Ride, I thought, as in horses? Uh oh. Last thing I did close to that was the ponies that went in circles further back than I want to remember. But the xoxo gave me the warm fuzzies anyhow.

Sipping the perfectly brewed coffee gave me a chance to look around. The impossibly huge bed took up center wall space directly across from a raised hearth fireplace. Ohmy could that thing get my fantasies going, I thought.

Dark wood dresser and bureau and a big walk in closet. I had to peek in and saw his collection of boots, most well worn from working. A couple of pair were beautifully tooled leather and obviously for dress.

I wandered down the hall to the next room. A guest room that had all the amenities as did the next two rooms. The last door I opened surprised me and I walked in.

The outer wall was glass sliders that opened out onto a deck. Exotic plants and flowers surrounded it for privacy, Florida style. The room lit with natural daylight. Canvases were stacked against a wall. Several easels stood in the middle of the room under a big skylight. A pedestal, large enough for a person to recline on was on the opposite wall. Colorful palettes of dried paint sat on nearby tables with wrinkled tubes of paint. Another table held a pile of pristine white canvases, ready for paint. I ran my hand over the brushes jammed in a tub. Many of the bristles well worn and soft.

“You caught me,” his voice rumbled behind me.

“You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Welllllll, I never told you I didn’t paint, just that it had been a long time. And that is the truth.” He went over and picked up some of the rolled up tubes of paint. “Most of these are probably dried up by now.”

“Why did you stop painting?”

He looked at me. “I didn’t know until I met you that I had lost the joy in painting, thus lost interest. Only after I started your classes did I feel the thrill of picking up the brush again. You brought it back for me.”

“This is a beautiful room to paint in. So much wonderful light.” I walked over to the pedestal. “You used models?”

“I did, yes. You can see them if you want in the canvases against the wall.”

I flipped through, noticing the same model. “Was she your lover?”

“No, why do you think that?”

“She’s beautiful. Someone I’d think you’d like.”

“Well you’re beautiful and I like you, and you’re my lover, so I suppose I can see the connection you’re trying to make.”

“No matter really. Just curious but it was really none of my business. I’m sorry.”