Folks are usually unsurprised when I tell them that my librarian job is shit pay. It's more of a passion project than anything. I consider it a perk that I can browse the Romance section as often as I like, sometimes sneaking a volume into the bathroom to rub one out of my clit during my break. But alas, rent is high in Los Angeles for a recent college grad and so I've taken on a variety of side-hustles- catering, princess-parties (I'm told I resemble Belle from Beauty and the Beast, it's no wonder I'm chained to the library) you name it. But today, I'm doing something I have never, EVER attempted before. Today I have a session arranged to be a nude art model for the prodigy Théo Strömberg, the Scandinavian teen whose murals and sculptures of fantastical utopian landscapes have captivated so many. He had recently moved on to painting backdrops that featured live nude models in front of them, and I remember when I first saw a sample of the series in Arts Daily, I audibly gasped in the library in such a way that I was relieved to know no children had heard me. I've been a fan of Theo's work for the past three years- (god, he would have been 16 then) and was thrilled when he accepted my application to model for him. Our session was booked for 3pm in a shared arts working space Downtown, and I was counting the minutes at the library until I finally clocked out and rushed into my car.
The arts space was one of those older banking buildings which had been converted into a series of studios, and Theo's interim studio was on the fifth floor. I took the elevator up, and navigated a series of walls lined with crumbly new white paint as I searched for his door number, 503. There was 501... 504... where was 503? And then I realized: this open door which I had mistaken for being a stairwell (who just leaves their door open like that?) was actually Theo's door, left open for me. I took a breath, combed my hands through my wavy chocolate brown hair, leaned in the doorway, and knocked.
"Oh..!" His voice was soft, humble. You could hear his accent even through that one exclamation.
"Hi, Theo?" I ducked my head in the door to see a gorgeous blonde young man, lean in stature but still muscular, wearing a loose-knitted white sweater and jeans with a long crystal pendant.
"Yes, Cassandra! Nice to meet you please come in, the door is open!"
I smiled, taking the opportunity to add a little tease to my voice: "Didn't want to just walk in if you were working on something."
"Oh not at all, just reading! Here, please sit down." I entered his studio, which was minimalistic but filled with choice pieces of gold accented artwork. Numerous past works in canvas and sculpture form were arranged throughout neatly. I took a good look around and marveled at his impeccable taste before settling down on the green velvet L-shaped vintage couch where Theo was already seated.
"Your place is absolutely beautiful," I said into his doe-like teal eyes, trying but failing to mask how alluring his beauty was to me.
"Oh, thank you very much!" he exclaimed brightly, scratching the back of his curly head of blonde hair boyishly, "I really appreciate you coming. I am trying to do the... the portrait? But this time, I want to do something new, you see."
"Something new?"
"Yes, my mentor, Mr. Parker, he want me to try painting ON the model instead of just posing the model in front of the canvas."
I couldn't believe my ears. I was about to have THIS Adonis paint ON me?
"Y-yes," I stammered, a little too enthusiastically. "Yes I would absolutely love that!"
"Oh, good!" he said, clearly relieved that his request wasn't too far-fetched. "I think you are beautiful model to try this, I'm very glad you can do this with me today!"
"I'm very glad to be here too Theo, I've been a longtime fan of yours," I said, unwittingly letting more seductive tone slip out of my voice. God, Cass, you need to cool it. This is a professional setting, isn't it?
"Ok, so I will need you to uh," he gestured at his own shirt, pulling it up slightly. From the corner of my eye, I could see a flash of a chiseled torso.
"Disrobe?"
"Yes! Ha, I didn't know what word is popular for you to use."
"Well," I said playfully, putting down my purse and lifting my floral blouse, "You can say it a couple of ways" I pulled my blouse off, and my natural D cup breasts with large puffy nipples softly bounced into place for a warm welcome "you can say... strip" I pulled down my slacks, sliding them past my hips then down my thighs while still seated "or you can just say to take it off" I smirked while slipping my clothes past my ankles, simultaneously flicking off my sandals. I was now buck naked, feeling bolder than I ever had in my life.
Theo's jaw was slightly agape and his eyes couldn't help but stare at my ample breasts. I could see his chest heaving slightly.
"Wow, you have amazing figure" He finally managed to say.
"Why thank you Mr. Artiste! I'm just lucky I get to be painted on today by someone so handsome."
"Oh, ha, me?"
"Unless there's someone else here?"
"No! I mean, yes thank you."
"You know," I said, mind growing more devious by the minute, "maybe you could consider a wardrobe change yourself."
"I'm sorry, a what?"
"Have you ever tried painting while being naked yourself?" At this, Theo's pale face flushed pink.
"Oh, I've never done that, no."
"Would you like to? It might help you get more into a sense of the 'Erotic Utopia', no?
"I do know what you mean, yes. I do think it's an... an interesting idea."
I bit my lip, containing my glee. I have no idea what made me so bad today.
"I think yes, I can try it. It is fair if I'm naked too." He shakily got up, removed his pendant and placed it religiously on the coffee table, then lifted his shirt off to reveal a beautifully toned chest with plum pink nipples.
My. God. I just wanted to lick him then and there. But I contained my excitement.
His innocent eyes looked into mine for approval, and I gave a satisfied nod and a smug smile. He then unbuckled his jeans, undid the button and zipper, and slowly peeled down his clothing, revealing a virtually hairless pecker that looked fairly long even while flaccid. Theo kicked off his pants, and then clapped his hands together.
"Ok! We are trying new things today!"
I beamed. "Oh yes we are."
"You ready to get started, Cassandra?"
"Please- just Cass, and yes, I am definitely ready."
"Good," he said, flicking another long strand of blond curl away from his brow, "so I can have you sit there, on the seat in front of the backdrop?"
I crossed over to the back corner of the room where the walls were painted with lush green tones and resembled an elaborate fantasy nature setting. The mount he wanted me to sit on seemed like a repurposed massage table covered with leather, with the back lifted up so that it reclined. I took my seat and laid back in it, deliberately parting my legs somewhat so that my vaginal lips could be pressed against the leather. If I couldn't have him today, I'll leave a little something for him to remember me by.
Theo retrieved a painter's palette and a can of brushes from the corner of his coffee table, then approached me with a silly grin.
"I've never been this chilly before while painting!" He wheeled over a small desk with all his paints.
I laughed. "Hopefully you'll feel warmer once you do it."
He seemed to be caught off-guard by my statement, and simply breathed in, then gave a shy nod.
I suddenly felt as though I were in a doctor's office, reclined in my seat, waiting to be prepped for some procedure as Theo fussed about his paints, squeezing various colors onto his palette before finally turning towards me with brush and palette in hand. I'm totally hot for doctor right now.
He looked me up and down, this time as his canvas and not just as a woman. I could see the focus forming in the tiny knot between his brows. With a nod, he jumped into action.
The first streak of paint on my collar bone made me ooh from how cold yet playful it felt, and then the rest of the strokes came easier. My neck and chest became a swirled flurry of what seemed like a mixture between the cosmos and a forest, which was a visual staple from his latest series.
Once the painting reached my torso though, accommodations had to be made.
"Cassandra? I mean- Cass?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you mind if I step in closer to you in this way-" here he kneeled one knee on the seat right in between my legs while his other leg anchored on the floor "so I can get the small detail?"
"Yes of course," I said, fairly breathless. I pretended to look elsewhere in the room for a split second, before focusing on watching the long member between his legs bob gently to and fro as he gathered paint and deposited it on my body. God. GOD how did I get so lucky?!
Pretty soon he got back into the "zone" with his painting and leaned in closer to paint my sternum, which made his penis rest lightly on my thigh. I took in a soft inhale.
"Oh sorry!" Theo said, attempting to back away.
"No no no it's fine! Please continue, it's totally fine if you touch me I don't mind."
"It's ok?"
"Yes, it's ok Theo really."
"Ok, good," he burst into a beautiful smile. God, this boy was really something.
He leaned back over me and the tip of his penis dragged casually along my thigh, I watched it trace patterns as he worked, and I felt my pussy get tighter and wetter by the second. He even smells divine, I thought, biting my lip to try to contain my heavy breath. I wish I could give him a good sucking.
Finished with the side he was painting, he took his knee off the seat, taking a look at the progress of his work from further away before closing in again, this time climbing onto the seat with me and kneeling with both knees in between my legs. My legs had to adjust by spreading even wider than they were before, which sent a huge thrill through my body as I secretly yearned for him to just abandon his work and just fuck me. But the young man was focused, and seemed intent on concentrating.
He brought his brush upwards now, to my face, which meant he had to rest one hand by my shoulder to lean in. He was practically squarely on top of me now, and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as his face drew close to mine and I could smell coffee on his breath. At my crotch I could feel his penis laying gently across my wet vulva, occasionally resting then lifting back off there as he collected and deposited paint. I felt my vagina walls clench, sopping wet, yearning for him to just snap out of his trance and enter me.
Then, suddenly, during one of these maneuvers, his penis thudded onto my clit. I let out a guttural, unbridled moan that shook my entire body and broke him out of his focus. We locked eyes, exchanging breaths. He recoiled somewhat, surprised, and then I felt something move from the bottom of my wet vulva upwards, hardening as it got to the top and flicked my clit once more. I looked down to find that his dick had hardened into eight full inches of thick, veiny erection glossed with the juices from my pussy. The head of his penis was especially wide, and slightly purple in color compared to the rest of his peachy pink.
"Oh. Oh my-" he said, breathless, searching my face with his eyes to wonder if I was still ok.
"Please," I reached out and felt my way around his buttcheek, pulling him back in towards me, "just keep going."
