Modeling Nude For Crystal

I got a phone call from a woman named Crystal. She's part of Wanda's art group and she wanted to know if I'd be interested in posing nude for her. We came to an agreement and my first session would be on a Sunday afternoon.

I went to her house and it's a big house. I'd guess it's probably worth around 500K, considering how inflated real estate is around here. We talked for a while first and I asked her if she would be comfortable with me posing naked.

Crystal said, "Wanda recommended you and that makes you okay in my book."

I got undressed and posed according to her directions. Looking her over, I figured she was in her mid-forties. She has short curly brown hair and a cute face with a somewhat chubby body. I think she is sexy as hell.

She talked a lot while I posed. Come to find out she's thirty-eight and has been divorced for twelve years. Her husband dumped her for an eighteen-year old (they are still together). Crystal, however, has not dated anyone during those twelve years.

"So, if you don't date and you don't work, what do you do?" I asked her.

"I paint, I swim, I write... I stay busy."

The session ended, she paid me, and I left.

The next session went pretty much like the first. We talked a lot and I ended up asking her if she'd go to dinner with me sometime.

"Thanks anyway, but..."

The next two sessions were unremarkable: just sketching and chitchatting about nothing. It was the next session that led me to think I had a chance with Crystal.

After we were done but before I had a chance to dress, she walked up to me and gave me a hug. I kissed her on the cheek and she was really into the moment. Then she said, "You better go now," and that was that.

Next session, I undressed and she walked up and gave me a playful pat on the butt. "Let's get started," she said.

She was a lot more playful than usual, flirty even. I asked her, "How about you take your clothes off, too? Not fair that you get to see me and I don't get to see you!"

She laughed and said, "Maybe next time. No promises."

When we were done, I was hoping for another passionate hug but it didn't happen.

When I went back the next time, I was really looking forward to the possibility that Crystal might take her clothes off, too. Try as I might, I couldn't talk her into it. But I did get another hug from her and a very passionate kiss. Again she said, "You better go."

The session after that, we were about halfway through and Cindy dropped in on us. "You don't mind, do you, Martin?" Crystal asked.

"He don't mind," Cindy answered for me. "I've seen his little ding-dong before."

Crystal said, "He's bigger than my ex-husband."

Cindy looked at her in total seriousness and said, "You poor woman."

Well, obviously nothing happened with Cindy there. I got dressed and left as soon as we were done with our session.

The last session, Sunday August 14th, I show up and I was really hoping to make some progress. I really liked Crystal a lot and wanted more than just an artist-and-her-model kind of relationship.

While she sketched me, I told her I really liked being with her and wanted to go out with her. She seemed receptive. When she finished her sketching, and before I was dressed, we hugged and had another passionate kiss. Her hands were wandering all over me. I thought this was the breakthrough, now we were gonna be together.

Nope. She pulled away and told me how much she had enjoyed our time together, but that she wasn't ready to date yet. And she said that while staring at my hard-on the whole time.

I was crushed. I really like her a lot. I called yesterday and left her a message to call me, but I haven't heard from her. Yet.

Okay, so now it's October and I still haven't heard from Crystal. Pretty obvious that ship has sailed without me. I've been busy working and trying to keep my small business afloat (not easy with inflation running rampant).

I guess Cindy felt sorry for me. She invited me to go somewhere with her on Halloween night.

"But it's definitely not a date," she told me.

I picked her up at Wanda's house and we went to a large estate outside Nashville. There was a lot of cars in the yard, mostly big-ticket autos. We went inside and there was a big crowd of people: boozing and smoking like there was no tomorrow.

"Come with me," Cindy said.

We went to a bedroom and Cindy asked me to guard the door while she changed clothes. When she was done, she was wearing a tank top and a pair of tight spandex shorts (and believe me, her britches were begging for mercy).

"What the hell is goin' on here?" I asked her.

She explained that it's kind of like fight club, only with women. She claimed to be the undisputed women's champion brawler. She's pretty stout, I'll give her that much credit. Occasionally, there will be a bout between a woman and a dude. Tonight was just such a night.

"You'll never guess who I'm goin' up against. It's my older brother, Fred. He has no idea what he's in for."

We went back to the huge living room and there was a match in progress. Two stout-looking women, a blonde and a brunette, were grappling on the carpeted floor while surrounded by a crowd of people, almost all women. People were booing due to the lack of action, but I saw it as them gauging their opponent before making a move. Then it happened: the brunette got mad and knocked the living hell out of the blonde. After that, it was on for real. They were pulling hair, punching, kicking, biting, you name it, anything to take down the other. I thought they were gonna kill each other. The brunette ended up winning. She kicked that woman's ass. Then, when the blonde was barely semi-conscious, the brunette started stripping her.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Please, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Didn't matter, she was soon naked and barely got away from her opponent.

The crowd loved it.

"Is it always like this?" I asked Cindy.

"Nope. Sometimes it gets downright mean."

There were a couple of other matches, but they were nothing-burgers not even worth mentioning. Then it was Cindy's turn.

This was the match people wanted to see. She was going up against her older brother, but I don't think the crowd knew they are related. He is about 5'6" and skinny. He was wearing what looked like a black Speedo swimsuit. The match hadn't even started yet and I had some bad vibes from this. I had the impression he thought it was all in fun, but I know Cindy well enough to know that she wanted to destroy him. Have no idea why she has it in for the poor guy, but whatever.

They started out trying to take each other down and were rolling around on the floor. Cindy managed a couple of quick nutshots that slowed him down. The crowd loved it.

Fred managed to get a good grip on her and he was starting to get her in a position where she couldn't do anything. Cindy managed to get out of the hold and Fred accidentally elbowed her in the face. She got mad as hell.

He apologized and then turned and stood up facing the audience. That's when Cindy reached up and yanked his Speedos down around his ankles.

"AHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOO!"

He sounded like the blonde from the first match. He had a small thin erection and it was on full display. The crowd laughed and cheered and whistled at him.

Fred tried to pull his Speedos up, but Cindy snatched them away from him and threw them into the cheering crowd. After that, he tried to escape but she wouldn't let him go. She just mauled him after that. She got him in a painful arm twist and even after he gave up she still wouldn't let go.

Finally, one of the organizers made her let him go and he ran naked to the back, totally humiliated in front of the crowd. Cindy was so excited that she was glowing.

"Got him again!" she told me. "He never learns."

She was still enjoying what she did to him.

"His pathetic little three-incher is probably permanently shriveled up after that humiliation." She looked at me. "Maybe next time I'll wrestle you!"

"You wouldn't have a chance," I told her.

She said, "You sure about that?"