Vanessa arrived at Steve's house to pose for a painting. She was greeted at the door by Susan. "Hi, Van. Come on in. I have to run to the store to get some things I need for lunch." They exchanged a peck in the cheek and Susan added, "Just go ahead, Steve is the studio, first door down the hall."
"Hi Sue, thank you." Vanessa said, "You're looking good this morning, I don't know what it is but you look radiant."
"Why, thank you," Sue said a little flustered, "Probably it is because I just finished doing Yoga."
"Oh, yes. Steve mentioned that you do." Vanessa said, "We have also been taking some yoga classes, maybe we could get together sometime so you can give us some advice."
"I'd be glad too. Anytime, actually I'm thinking about starting a class. But now I really have to go, I also have an appointment at the dentist for a check up."
"Oh, sorry to hold you back." Vanessa apologized.
Steve came out from the hallway and he greeted Vanessa kissing her on the cheek and gave Susan a farewell kiss on the mouth.
"Ready?" he asked Vanessa.
"As ready as I can be." Vanessa answered.
"Did you bring your homework?" Steve asked her, taking her arm to guide her to the studio.
"Right here teacher." Vanessa said, showing him a sketching block.
They walked into the bedroom that Steve had transformed into a studio, Vanessa saw there was a stool in the middle of the room, and easel at one corner, a drawing board and several canvases against the wall. The painting of Susan that Steve had shown her the previous time hung on a wall. There were two other portraits of her and two nudes on the other walls. A sofa was pushed against one of the walls.
"I had to push everything out of the way so I can move around you as I sketch." Steve said waving his arm around.
Vanessa gave him her sketch book and sat down on the couch.
"Would you like something to drink, coffee or tea or something else?" Steve asked.
"No not right now, thank you."
Steve sat on the couch and began turning the pages on Vanessa's sketch book. Vanessa sat down next to him and watched as he flipped through the pages. Vanessa had asked Robert to pose for her one afternoon and had made some sketches, no trying to capture every detail but just letting the lines flow, shadowing some parts, he also had done a few others from pictures of her and Pamela.
When Steve saw the all, he asked Vanessa, "Tell me which ones you like best."
Vanessa moved closer to him and their thighs pressed together. She flipped through the pages pointing out those she liked and her breast brushed against his arm several times, she could feel her nipples hardening and she glanced down and saw that Steve was getting a hard on.
When she was through, Steve commented, "Yes, those are much better than any you have done in class. See what I mean about letting yourself go as you sketch?"
"Yes, actually I did them pretty quick." Vanessa answered, "I felt that it was too fast, that I had to put some more work on them, but I refrained from doing it."
"Good, just keep working like that." Steve told her, his arm was still pressing against Vanessa's breast and neither he nor she had moved away.
"Tell me which ones you like best." Vanessa asked him.
Steve pointed two a several sketches of Robert, "The other ones, you did them from photographs?"
"Yes, but how can you tell?" Vanessa asked surprised.
"They are a bit stiffer and they lack depth." Steve said, and added, "But they are OK, it's always better to work with a live model, but I know that's not always possible. Anyway, keep working on this, from now on I want you to do only sketches at the class where we have the live models, forget about painting for a while, OK?"
"Fine I'll do that." Vanessa asked.
"And now, shall we get started?" Steve asked her.
"Yes, what shall I do?"
"Just come and sit here on the stool." Steve said, "We'll start like that."
"I hope these clothes are OK?" Vanessa asked as she sat on the stool.
She had chosen a thin printed loose skirt that came just below her knees and her peasant blouse. She sat on the stool and adjusted her blouse, lowering a little, only enough to expose the top of her breasts. She placed one leg on the floor and the other one on the stool's foot-rest, one hand on her hips and the other one resting on her thigh.
"The clothes are fine," Steve told her, taking his sketch pad and a piece of charcoal, "And the pose is great. Just turn your head a little to the right. Have you modeled before?"
"Well, my husband's hobby is photography, and I've posed for him." Vanessa said, "He's the one who took the photos I worked from."
Steve hadn't failed to notice that the sketches portrayed two different women, must likely one of them was Vanessa, but, who was the other one? He wondered... He worked quickly moving around the stool to catch several angles.
"OK, now, could you raise your skirt a bit, to about half thigh?" Steve asked her, not sure how she would react, "And lower your blouse a bit on one side, to show part of your breast?"
"Sure." Vanessa stood up to let her skirt fall over the stool; she sat down again and crossed her legs raising her skirt, knowing that most of her legs were thus exposed. The she adjusted her blouse, lowering a bit like Steve had asked but she said, "Is this enough or do you want the whole breast to show?"
Without waiting for his answer she lowered the blouse exposing her right breast.
"That's fine," Steve said hoarsely. "You sure you're comfortable with it?"
"Yes, I am." Vanessa answered looking at Steve directly in the eye, "But what about Sue? What would she say if she finds me naked here?"
