As soon as I saw her, I wanted to eat her. Why is that, why you ask? I can't explain it. I think it was her sly knowing half grin. Well, it was more than that-it was her skin, like tawny silk, her half lidded dark eyes and her deep cleavage. Her low slung hip huggers suggested careful grooming which I imagined to be closely trimmed bush or altogether shaven. A Brazilian maybe, but I'm fantasizing here.
The problem was, she's also the boss's wife. Well she was anyway. Until their nasty divorce that ended nine months ago. We suffered with him daily during the almost four years that it took. She wanted all she could get and didn't mind dragging it out. In the end, she didn't get as much as she expected and she got massive legal bills, but it's over and she has three quarters of a mil.
She has their one daughter living with her in a small place she just bought ten miles north of here. I mention that because I never have a reason to be there, in that town, yet I wanted to see her, to accidently run into her somewhere, at the supermarket or the gas station. How would I explain my sudden appearance in that town? For the life of me, I didn't know- but I wanted to do it, I wanted to figure a way to do just that.
I heard that she had a boyfriend, a lawyer-I wasn't surprised; she's an exotic beauty with the hips and breasts of a centerfold not to mention pouty lips and that sultry steamy smile.
Yesterday, my day off, it happened. I had an appointment at the podiatrist, one I never used before in the town of Northport. It wasn't my idea to be there in that town, I was referred by my chiropractor.
After my visit I wandered next door to Panera, the bread and soup restaurant. I was on line, reading the menu, deciding on minestrone or chicken noodle when she stepped up behind me.
"Jay?"
I turned around and saw her. "NIla, wow, how are you?" My heart gave a thump as I leaned in to give a cheek kiss. Her hair and face smelled delicious.
"I'm fine, what brings you up here? She said.
"Oh, uhhh I had a visit with Dr. Miller next door. I need an orthotic." My eyes searched her face, her smile. I tried not to stare at her body.
" Ahh...come, sit with me when you get your order."
"Ok." I said, then, "I'll have the minestrone." to the waiting girl.
In a few minutes I had my soup and bread and searched her out in the dining area. She chose a table away from the crowd near the back. As I approached she leaned down to her handbag to put away her wallet. Her breasts swayed forward, her deep cleavage evidence of her heavy breasts.
"So, you live up here now?"
"Yeah, I bought an apartment near here. How are things at work?" She asked as she broke off a piece of bread and dipped in the soup.
"Oh, you know the same. Are you working?"
"Just my drawings I'm trying to get some commissioned work." I remembered then that she was a hopeful artist.
We talked some more about small things as we ate. Her scent was making my brain swimmy with dirty thoughts. I suggested that she should have a show of her work at the upcoming artists fair.
I stayed away from talk of her ex as It wouldn't serve a purpose.
"You should come look at what I have." She said. I stared, not understanding...and thinking about seeing her cunt.
"My finished work, you should see it." She continued with a little smile. I wondered if she heard my thoughts.
"Oh yes, I'd like to but I'm sure you have things to do."
"No, I was going to stop at the dry cleaner two doors down, then I was going home. Why don't you follow me?"
"Great." I said as I swept my garbage into the bin. "I'll wait in my car; it's the red one there." I pointed as we stepped out onto the street.
Nila went to the right as I went left. She stepped into the cleaner's as I got into my car and backed it out. I'd read about opportunities like this on a writers website but I decided not to make any moves. It had to come from her I thought, if at all. Otherwise I'll look at the artwork, then say goodbye. The one thing I won't do is to approach her.
In a few seconds she came out and walked to her car. She was wearing heels and tight jeans. Her breasts bounced with each step. I wondered f she knew what she was doing to me. She got into the car and waved as she backed out. I followed her for a mile to the east then we turned North and then east again. In less than five minutes we pulled up to the apartment building and I parked next to her.
She led me to the elevator saying "I took a place on the top facing south, that way I have lots of sun and I can paint or draw." The elevator stopped and we went right. She jangled her keys and in a minute we stepped into her apartment. The first thing I smelled was acrylic paints and chalk with an undertone of her spicy perfume. Canvases were on two easels and several others were leaned against the wall. The sunlight filled the room and I could see why she chose the apartment. One work was partially finished, a nude with her face turned away, kneeling. Her breasts were pushed forward as her hair swept over her face. A canvas on the floor was also a nude, that one lying on her side, her breasts spilling onto the bed.
"Wow Nila, I never knew you had such talent." She smiled and brought over two more canvasses; again a nude and a still life. I was starting to get it. The nude, the breasts and hips were her. They were in part self portraits.
"Just wonderful." I continued "So amazing."
She smiled, so happy with her accomplishments. "I like the nudes and still life's. I don't do portraits per se, but some nature scenes sometimes. Next I might do a male."
"Male?" I said.
"Nude, male nude. There's a private studio nearby. For a small membership I can join, then pay the nightly fee and they have models. It's the best way otherwise I'd have to go to the city."
"Uh huh." I said noticing that there were no males. "Are they saleable? Males? Would people display them in their homes?"
"Maybe not ordinary people, but sophisticated people might; and gays. Gay men display both male and female nudes often."
"But I'm sure you can draw from pictures, photos."
"Well, somewhat but not the shadows, the subtleties. Here, she stepped closer and put her hand on my chest. "See how this pectoral muscle is round here then the space between your pecs would be in shadow if the light were coming from your right. Then this side of you, and your face would be partially hidden. Her nail traced the line of my chest to the center, then up my neck to my cheek.
