I hope you like this brand new one! I've always wanted to try this! Enjoy!
It's late afternoon as Rachel finishes setting up for tonight's session. She takes a quick inventory and waits for Vicente' to arrive. Plenty of paint, brushes and canvas. "Let's hope this goes well," she tells herself.
She saw him in the bookstore and knew he would be perfect for this project. He was so gorgeous standing there thumbing through a book. She had to ask him. She couldn't believe it when she spoke to him and he returned her greeting in a heavy Italian accent. "I must have looked like a complete idiot." she thinks. She stood there staring at him for what seemed like forever before she could even get her name out.
He grinned mockingly as he introduced himself, his full, luscious lips turning up at the corners. His features are classic Italian, dark hazel eyes so large you could drown in them, a strong, not too roman nose and a bit of sexy stubble across his chin. She had never seen such a good-looking man in person. She thinks about that long, curly mane of black hair and what it will look like freed from the band holding it.
Her hands shake as the time nears for his arrival. She occupies herself with raising the shades to get a good view of the setting sun. The light warms the loft with hues of orange and pink and the shears move gently with the breeze.
The light is perfect. "I just hope he doesn't mind being painted in the nude." She thinks she probably should have mentioned that while they had coffee but she didn't want to scare him off. His body looks fabulous under his clothes, lean and toned. He has no reason to be shy. He is very tall though and she hopes that won't be a problem. He is at least 6'3".
Rachel's heart skips a beat as the doorbell rings. "Calm down" she thinks to herself. "A man that gorgeous has to be gay".
Nervously she opens the door to find him standing there with that same slanted smile. Her cheeks blush lightly as he says hello with a very teasing look in his eyes. It's like he can read her mind and the room suddenly feels too warm.
Vicente' ducks his head to get through the door and she realizes he is even taller than she thought. He looks incredibly sexy in a black turtleneck and leather jacket. His tight jeans show off lean, muscular legs.
"Have a seat and get comfortable" she says when she manages to find her voice. His eyes never leave her while she pours them some Merlot. The two engage in light conversation as they sip the wine. His eyes reach into her the entire time and hold her captive. Vicente' leans forward and touches a light brown curl; He gently slides the back of his fingers down the side of her face.
" You are very beautiful," he says and he kisses her softly." So do you really want to paint me? Or did you just want to get me in bed?" Well at least now she knows he's not gay.
She explains to him that she would like to paint him and what exactly she wants him to do. He grins slyly at her. "After that we'll just do whatever feels right."
He laughs when she takes his hand and shows him to her studio, which is just the other side of the loft hidden by a divider. He tells her how much he loves her place as he begins to remove his clothing. She admires his olive complexion while she mixes the paints.
His body is long and lean but not overly muscular. He has the build of a runner. She asks if he runs and he tells her that he plays soccer. His abs flex into hard ripples as he bends to pull off his boots. Off come the jeans, revealing hard-muscled, long legs and a half erect penis which looks to be as long as the rest of him. He seems completely relaxed about standing in front of her nude. She approaches him and his eyes burn into hers.
Rachel had always wanted to do a project like this and the fact that he is so attracted to her is a wonderful bonus! She asks him to move to the center of the room where the light hits his body perfectly. She comes to him and takes his hair down. He shakes it out and thick black curls tumble over his shoulders. She arranges it so that the curls frame his face.
She saturates her brush with yellow paint and brushes it on the bridge of his nose; he crinkles his nose at the creamy wetness. "Try to be still you'll make it run" she giggles.
He smiles and gives a little chuckle. She notices the slight dimples and dabs a bit of olive green in them. She paints his strong jaw and his cheeks, across his forehead, his eyes studying her. She then begins to feather some hot red onto the soft curls around his face, then some purple highlights.
He trembles as the brush sweeps across a tight nipple and he begins to laugh and steps back. "I can't stand that, it tickles." He pushes her hand away each time the brush comes near. She can tell he is very ticklish.
"We have to get this done before the paint dries! I'll just use my hands." He agrees and her fingers reach for the orange, she coats his chest with a firm touch so as not to tickle him too much.
They both begin to breath heavily as she runs her hands over his body feeling every crease and crevice. Soft, wet hands move down strong arms and over the tops of his fingers. Different shades of pinks and peaches smooth easily over his hard abdomen making his six-pack stand out. He is really trembling now as her hands apply shades of blue to the large muscles of his legs.
