Chapter 04: The Portrait
The show had ended.
After pulling the drapes closed on her floor-to-ceiling bedroom windows, Andrea walked shakily back to her desk, her legs still feeling wobbly after her explosive orgasm. She stood looking down at the screen of her laptop, her chat window open, her eyes glued to the bottom of their naughty text. She was waiting for Dean's response after she had revealed to him that she knew it was him, and not just some random stranger from the adult fiction website she was a member of. The cursor blinked, but no text appeared. After a few moments, Dean's avatar indicated that he had logged off.
Andrea touched her lips and smiled. She guessed that she had given him quite a shock--not just with her saucy strip tease and masturbation in her window in full view of the row of houses behind hers--but calling Dean out at the end of it. Her face flushed as she recalled her shameless display. How many people were watching me? she wondered. She stroked her chest and tummy, feeling her sweat cooling on her naked body. She shivered as she imagined her horny neighbours watching her stroke her vibrator into her pussy. She thought of Dean jerking his magnificent cock as he chatted with her and watched her from his balcony. She had not been able to actually see him, but she knew he was there.
Turning her bedroom light off, Andrea lay on her bed and stretched, her arms extending above her head before moving down her body, her fingertips brushing her labia, still wet with her orgasmic juices. She marveled at what a naughty minx she was becoming, and how horny and excited she had been exposing her soft, slim, sexy body to anyone who cared to watch. She shivered involuntarily and sighed, twisting her body in her sheets. It was not long before she was asleep, her dirty dreams a mystery to all but her.
**********************************
It was a surprise and a disappointment to Andrea that Dean had made himself scarce over the following few days. She logged onto her chat account frequently, hoping to find him, or at least a message from him, acknowledging what had happened. She peered out her windows to his house, but only caught the odd glimpse as he moved from room to room. She hadn't even seen him jogging in the area, as he was usually keen to do. Did I embarrass him? she wondered. She could simply not understand why he had no interest in following up after she had exposed herself to him fully. She tried not to let it bother her, but in truth it did. She was a fit, attractive, desirable woman. Why was he avoiding her?
Despite this, she often found herself getting ready for bed in front of her bedroom window, the curtains pulled back, her light on. She routinely disrobed there, bending over excessively to remove her panties, pulling her top over her head painfully slowly to expose her b-cup breasts and rock hard nipples. Applying moisturiser to her skin. She even masturbated again, though more discreetly whilst lying on her bed. Often, she would notice Dean's bedroom light go out when she entered her room, and she was positive that he was watching her. Still, she had no contact from him.
To distract herself, Andrea took to doing what she loved: art. She spent hours in her small home studio painting, listening to music, and absorbing herself in her work. She was in the middle of touching up a painting when her concentration was broken by a knocking sound. She lifted her head and froze, listening. Yes, there it was again. A knock. She put her brush down and padded out of her studio listening for the next knock. Strangely, it did not seem to be coming from the front door.
She wiped her fingers on the tails of the man's striped business shirt she was wearing. She enjoyed painting wearing only a business shirt and panties as it made her feel more free and unencumbered. Today she had even forgone the panties, since her shirt hung low, just covering her bottom.
Another knock. It was coming from the back of the house. Andrea's heart skipped a beat. She quickened her pace and called out, "Coming!"
Rounding the corner, she smiled to herself as she saw Dean, his face up against the glass of her patio door, his hand shielding the glare from the window, peering in. When she came into his view, he started and jerked back, then smiled sheepishly and waved. She waved back, then opened the door for him.
"Well hello there stranger," she said, surprising herself with how cold her voice sounded. She realised then how much his absence had actually bothered her.
"Hi Andrea. Um, I brought you these. Cut them from my front garden," he said, handing her a small bunch of flowers.
Her heart melted at the gesture, and she couldn't help but smile as she took them. Still, she was not going to forget about why she was annoyed.
"Thank you. They're lovely," she said, taking the flowers and turning away from him.
She found a vase and filled it with water, placing the flowers inside and carrying them to the dining room table, where she set them down. She turned around and saw Dean staring obviously at her ass. She had forgotten how little clothing she had on. Her nipples instantly hardened under her shirt. She faced him again and crossed her arms.
"Um... how have you been?" he asked.
"Fine. Keeping busy. You?"
"Yeah, same. Working a lot."
An awkward silence. Andrea drummed her fingers on her arm. Dean was wearing a snug t-shirt with shorts and flip flops. She felt her excitement rise as she scanned his body. She couldn't deny her attraction to him. Still, she waited for him to speak. Then, she got an idea.
"Look--" he began.
'--I was just in the middle of something, Dean, but I'd be happy for you to come in and keep me company."
He beamed.
"Yeah.. yeah sure!"
He stepped inside and slid the door shut.
"Follow me," Andrea said, walking toward her studio, swaying her ass as sexily as she could.
She could feel the draft of air at her bottom, and on her pussy lips. She could already feel herself getting moist. She knew that Dean would have a fabulous view of the bottoms of her perfect ass cheeks, and her long, lean legs. Let him get worked up a little too, she thought.
They walked into Andrea's studio and she turned to him.
"Oh wow! You're an artist!" Dean said, sounding impressed.
His eyes scanned the room, picking over her paintings before coming back to ogle her body.
"You're very talented, Andrea. Seriously, I'm not just saying that. These are excellent," he said sincerely.
"Thank you. I do this work part-time. It's my passion. I'm mostly commissioned to do murals and portraits, but I do a lot of my own work when I can find the time."
"I'm impressed," he said, nodding and scanning the room again.
