This is the beginning of a series exploring an artist delighting in the female form. There are hints of same sex relationship which will be explored in the next instalments. For those who last long enough there will also be some incest, but that is all... yet to come.
Everyone engaged in sexual activity in this story is at least 18 years old.
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"Models wanted. $2000 for a single 2 hour session. For more information contact the artist on the following email address..."
Of course that got lots of attention and response. All the men who replied got a polite message to say that the modelling positions had already been filled. The women received a different message.
"This artistic project is exploring the human form, in particular external female genitalia. The artist will record photographically and videographically. No faces or other identifying features of the models will be included in the completed works. To advance to the next stage of consideration for this project please send a photograph of this part of your body to the following secure email address... Please also complete the brief initial personal details as indicated below. Models are sought across the full range of ages and ethnicities. No models under 18 years will be considered."
That information significantly reduced the number of applicants! Actually it was more than a week before the first photograph and brief bio was returned. Steve wasn't surprised. When he first mentioned the project to his wife she laughed at him. "You think women are going to be lining up and spreading their legs for you that easily?" she mocked. But she wasn't stopping him. She knew that his artistic work was well respected and certainly edgy.
Their sexual relationship was also very regular and satisfying, so she wasn't worried that he was touting for lovers. She also knew that seeing all those pussies up close would excite him and she would reap the benefits.
As they discussed the project together the scope became clear. This would be a study of pussies across the human lifespan. Models would be sought for each decade, starting with a young woman at least 18 years old. Then a woman in her 20s and one in her 30s and so on. If it was possible to find a woman in her 90s then that would make a nice round number of nine subjects.
Ethnicity would not matter. In fact, as an artist interested in diversity of colour as well as shape and texture, Steve realised this would work much better with a wide variety of skin pigments.
Steve's wife actually volunteered to be the first subject. Grace was in her early 40s and considered herself to be in good condition. Especially as her face would not be shown and, while some might suspect, no one would actually ever know that was her pussy up there on the wall of the studio. The idea actually excited her too but, again, she knew where the action would be happening. They might even follow up the photo shoot making love again in the studio downtown where Steve worked on his art.
Together they devised the information and the process for screening and preparing the models. The advertising and initial responses were the easy part. Getting women to agree and respond would be much more difficult. Not that Grace didn't trust Steve but it was agreed that she would always, or as often as possible, also be present when the sessions were held. While Grace assured Steve that women might feel more relaxed if there was another woman present and less worried that they were about to be assaulted, Grace was also becoming more fascinated with the project herself. Even aroused.
While at University Grace had experimented a little and had a brief relationship with another woman. Since then the only pussies she had encountered were glimpses of other woman in changing rooms after yoga classes and of course when bathing their daughter, Zoe, when she had been younger. Zoe had just turned 19 and, while none of the family were shy about their bodies, no-one really flaunted themselves openly. So, the idea of being able to see pussies up close interested Grace too,. Excited her. Aroused her. This could get very interesting.
Susan.
'If only I hadn't pissed off my boss by resisting his advances I wouldn't need this money' she thought to herself. Actually the guy was a sleaze and she knew that if she had given him an inch he would have wanted to stick the whole length into her, so to speak. And now she was 'between jobs' and needed money for rent and food until a new opportunity came along.
She saw the initial advert online and replied immediately. When she saw what she needed to do, and show, to get the modelling job she immediately thought 'no way! Not even for $2000.' But a week later when she hadn't even been able to get interviews for any other position she pulled up that email again, but the bullet, took a photo on her phone before she chickened out, filled in the simple, basic personal information and sent it off.
At 37 she felt like she was still attractive. A marriage in her early 20s hadn't lasted. There had been guys since who seemed interested but no-one stayed. 'Why the fuck not!' she grumbled often. She was good looking, fit, blonde (guys seemed to say they liked blondes), healthy. 'Yada, yada, yada...' Susan was used to reciting to herself the list of what guys were missing by not hooking up with her and staying. This $2000 would tide her over for a little while though and hopefully she could find a job where the boss could keep his hands to himself.
Steve and Grace met Susan at the studio just a few days later. They were both eager to get the project started and Susan had been happy to get this done and get the money. When they discussed it on the phone, as Grace had expected, Susan was a lot happier when she heard that the artists wife would be there the whole time.
Two hours were allocated but the first half an hour was filling in some further information and also making sure that Susan felt relaxed. The studio was in an industrial part of town and outside looked like any of the other nearby workshops and warehouses. Inside though Steve and Grace had decorated it as a comfortable place for him to work. There had been times when he stayed over here when working intensively on a project so there was a bathroom alongside the kitchen in the corner. Otherwise the whole space was open. At one end there were a few couches, where they sat as they began. A desk nearby was clearly the 'office' space, with a computer and filing cabinets.
On one wall near the bathroom a single bed was neatly made up but covered with extra protective sheets as it was rarely used. Grace glanced across at the bed while they waited for Susan to fill in the forms they had prepared and, already feeling aroused, wondered if they might toss back those sheets after Susan had gone.
'WTF?!' thought Susan when she saw the additional information being requested. The forms asked about her sexual experience, approximate number of partners and what age she had been when she first had sex. That last part made her smile though. She had been 15 and Dave was 17. They had been dating for a month and, because they lived in the same street, had walked home from school together each day.
When Dave had suggested the longer way home through the park she had known, hoped, that this meant they were taking things to the next level. Which was of course what happened. But as she was below the age of consent at that time she would never tell anyone what actually happened. The memory of that first time did make her tingle again now though and she could feel herself getting wet. 'Control yourself girl!' she thought quickly. 'In a little while your pussy will be on display and the last impression you want to give is that you are here for more than the money!'
"Grace, can I ask about these questions?" It felt a little less embarrassing to direct the queries at her rather than Steve. "As you said, these questions sort of 'set the scene' for me 'down there'. I get that knowing how much sex I have had might make a bit of difference. And whether or not I have had children and if so how many. None for me so far on that count! I also get the question about being shaved and all that." The form asked whether or not the model had shaved off or otherwise removed all or part of her pubic hair recently or at any time in her life. If so at what age that had been done for the first time, how often it had been done and whether the techniques used (shaving, waxing,... professional or at home). "You want to know what sort of treatment I have had which might have affected how I look? Right?"
"Exactly" said Grace. "Most of us these days are smooth down there but our poor pussies get a battering to keep that look and feel! I remember the first time I had a Brazilian. I could barely walk the next day!" While Grace smiled at Steve as she shared this she was also watching Susan carefully, and she seemed to relax having Grace also imparting some personal information.
"Ok. That was what I thought. But what about the next questions? Why do they matter?" Steve and Grace glanced quickly at each other. When preparing for this stage of the project they had wondered what sort of information was necessary or useful to ask. These next questions were a bit personal to be honest.
"You want to know where I am most sensitive? You did say that setting up the photos and the video might require some physical contact but what does it matter what arouses me most?" Susan was not actually outraged or upset. Actually she was getting aroused and was beginning to wonder where this might go and whether it might be fun to let this be more than just a photo shoot. "You asked where I am most aroused down there and you listed clitoris, inner lips, outer lips, entrance of my vagina, inside my vagina, the perineum and anus. Then you asked me to give the most sensitive a score of 10 and to rate the sensitivity of each other part scaled back from there. Why?"