Muse: A Nudist Sketcher
Packing up my supplies to head over to my new muses place,
Excited finally get the chance to sketch her naked body,
The whole walk over all I could think about was her smooth skin melting between the cracks of my pencil,
The dark blots that covered her knee caps and elbows,
How rigid her hands are from sculpting night and day,
We had agreed to a fair trade I'd draw a very detailed black and white picture of her and she would sculpt a small desk version of me,
I arrive at her door and before I knock I take a deep breath,
My nerves didn't get to me until just now,
I haven't seen a woman nude in a few months,
The need for raw talent has slowed down and so has my sex life,
I used to think women were repulsed by my hobby,
I've been called a pervert for getting caught jacking it to an drawing of my ex girlfriend,
I've been called a creep for drawing pictures of women in their sleep after I had slept with them,
None the less I am very professional when it comes to business,
I draw and I give it over to the persons at hand,
Only a memory in the mist of all the women and men I've seen over the past few years,
She opens the door with out a knock she must have felt me breathing on the other side,
She answers in nothing but a robe,
Bare feet, long orange hair down to her back,
It smelled like canabis and pine,
A very smoothing relaxing tone to her place,
Made me feel like I was in the middle of a forest,
She owned a very huge loft,
Sculpture after unfinished sculpture, plants as wild as trees and walls painted with tasteful Artists from the mid century,
She welcomed me with a warm french kiss one for each cheek,
Welcome she said, please sit where you please,
Her aura was so radiant it looked like she was gliding across the room,
Eyes dim from morning edibles to get her in a relaxed state,
She knew she would be sitting still for a long period of time,
I sat down and began to pull out my book and pencils needed, in the meantime she un-robed her self in the kitchen and brought me over a glass of water,
She then floated her way to a chair that had been covered in a black sheet,
She gave me a sneaky smile then ripped off the cover,
My glasses immediately started to fog from my breathing pattern changing,
This chair had straps on the ankles and on the arms,
There was a hole in the center that hung up a huge back massager,
She insisted I help her get strapped in,
I had never seen anything like this before nor have I witnessed,
Sweating and shaking into my socks I helped her get acquainted,
She showed me where the switch was to turn on the wand,
I flipped the switch and watched her face fall back into an ease,
The vibration from the chair was steady and weak,
She needed to edge long enough for me to finish the sketch,
I went back to my seat near the creaking window and began drawing her as requested,
Nervous me couldn't handle her cumming less than ten feet away from me,
What if I get aroused,
What if I get blue balls,
What if I want to turn things up a notch by sticking my dick down her throat,
Do I stop myself?
Even with the big introduction...
Sweat dripping every five seconds trying to focus on the roundness of her nipples while her body was mildly shaking,
Her boobs were rocking with a bounce that left me weak,
I had to place my book on my lap after a while to hide my erection,
I hadn't said a word since hello,
Now maybe be the time to since I could feel my load trickling at the tip of my penis,
I could see her nipples getting harder and harder as she comes close I could't take anymore I jumped up and ran into the bathroom,
Breathing heavily I unleashed into the toilet before ruining my clothes,
She had appeared behind me and slammed my body against the wall,
She took advantage of me right here in the stall,
In my hallucinations I would assume because how did she get out of the chair?...
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