Daniel watched as Sami's round white ass disappeared through the balcony doors into her apartment.
He could barely get up off the mat and the little vixen was dashing around as spry as a baby lamb.
Damn, he'd had no idea she was such a wild thing! The music began to fade and he pictured her turning down the stereo. Naked.
A moment later she reappeared - still naked, the vixen - and looking down at his reclining form, she crooked that come-here-boy finger of hers again.
He didn't need any more encouraging than that. After all, she had said she planned on being on top next time...
Damn if the idea didn't almost make him hard again instantly.
Following her to the bedroom he'd never seen before he saw another side of her.
Tastefully done in dark neutral tones the room had a sensual overtone. The fabrics were rich and plush. None of that surprised him. It was the artwork on the wall that gave it its naughty appeal.
Two good-sized gorgeous paintings of a woman dominated the wall over the bed.
A large naked woman...
In one painting the woman was sprawled on the bed, head at the bottom, feet at the top.
She wore red fishnet thigh-high stockings and nothing else. Her legs were crossed and bent to one side, hiding as much as they revealed. One arm draped over a breast, hand covering most of the other large white breast...the other arm flung over her head in abandon.
She looked boldly at the artist with a mischievous grin.
The other painting featured her kneeling with her back to the artist, ass cheeks flat on her red-fishnet-clad heels, arms lifting her hair off a lovely plump neck. Her face was turned in profile looking again at the artist as she peeped through the crook of an elbow.
Classic pin-up poses...of a big beautiful bold woman.
A naked beauty who looked a lot like Sami.
Catching his eyes on the portraits, she grinned.
"Me."
"I see that," he replied.
"A friend did them...you like?"
What could he say without drooling? He managed a nod.
"We weren't sleeping together at the time..." she commented.
"And after?" He couldn't help prying. He was trying to imagine any man being cold-blooded enough to paint those wonderfully erotic pictures and not join Sami on that bed afterward.
Impossible.
Her giggle was impish. "Oh yeah...after..."
"What?" he pressed, knowing there was a story there. One he knew he wanted to hear.
"Well...it happened halfway through the first one...the one of me on my back...Had a lot of trouble getting through the second one."
"I don't blame him," Daniel admitted.
"Him?" Sami's eyebrow rose. "Did I say him?"
If he hadn't been already half hard he knew that would have done the job.
"Her?"
Sami nodded, obviously enjoying the reaction it was having on him.
"Yea, she was a friend of mine from university. I knew she was gay, but I'd never been interested in trying it really, and she'd never asked me or shown that she was interested.
I'd seen her work and wondered about having one done. She loved the idea."
"I bet," Daniel laughed.
Sami's laugh was deep and warm. "It wasn't like that. She was so professional, and she never made any comments, or any moves."
"So, how did it happen?"
