Vanessa arrived at Steve's house wearing a pair of shorts and a thin cotton top through which her nipples were discernible. It was a very hot day, unusual for that time of the year. Steve opened the door; he was also wearing shorts and a tank top. He kissed Vanessa, brushing her lips before actually kissing her on the cheek.
"Not a day for wearing much." Steve said, admiring Vanessa, her long tanned legs and her breasts bouncing under her top as she walked. She exuded an aura of sexuality and was totally comfortable with it.
"No, if I could I would have driven here naked," Vanessa answered as he led her to the studio, "Anyway I'm glad I'll be out of these clothes soon."
Once in the studio, Vanessa slipped her shorts down her legs and pulled her top over her head standing naked in front of Steve. He looked at her and she could see his cock rising under his shorts. Steve had already moved the sofa to the same position it had on their previous session and Vanessa sat down while he got his sketch pad and carbons. He had placed a high stool in the angle he wanted to work. An angle, Vanessa noticed, that would give him an unimpeded look of her pussy.
"Where's Sue?" Vanessa asked.
"She has a yoga class and then she is going on some errands, so she won't be home until supper." John said.
"Well, I talked to Robert about having you over, how about Saturday for lunch; we can take advantage of the sun that way."
"Sounds good to me," Steve said "and I don't think Susan has anything scheduled for Saturday, so we'll be there."
"That's settled then." Vanessa said.
"Today I want to do a few more sketches from this angle. I've been looking at the ones I made the other day and I think this is the best angle to capture your... I don't really know how to say it."
"Just go ahead and say it anyway you want," Vanessa said reassuringly.
"Well, your sexuality. You project this kind of sexuality or sensuality, I don't know exactly what it is, but it's there, it's definitely there. And I've never met a woman who seems so comfortable with it."
"Well thank you Steve, I'm really flattered." Vanessa said getting into the pose.
Steve sat on the stool and began sketching, "You have such a great tan Van, I've been meaning to ask you what you do to keep it."
"Well, you see, Bob and I spend as much time as we can, at least once a week, in the sun in our backyard."
"But what about your neighbors?" Steve asked her.
"Fortunately we don't have any that can look into our backyard." Vanessa said, "Not that we would care anyway. In the last months we sort of rediscovered ourselves, we discovered this new sexuality in us and part of it is to really feel our bodies, you know. Like at every possible occasion, that's something we, as humans, have forgotten how to do, and we discovered that we like to be naked. We seldom wear clothes at home anymore. And sometimes on a weekend we drive out of town and find a nice spot in the country or in the mountains and we just take of our clothes and enjoy the sensations of the air and the sun on our skins. And it's wonderful. So I guess that's why I don't feel uncomfortable anymore about showing my body."
"You mean you do it in public?" Steve asked incredously.
"Not exactly, although we've done something like that, more like flashing, you know. But we are very good friends with another couple and we share this views with them. So most of the times we are together, at their place or ours, we are naked. Actually the paintings I was doing were from some photographs of them. And we also took a vacation with them at an adult resort and spent a lot of time naked or with as little clothes as we could get away with. I loved it."
"Yes, I wondered where you got them from."
"Anyway, now you know, you have a colleague who is a nudist buff." Vanessa said gleefully, "By the way, I noticed you sat through my last lecture... after I told you I wasn't wearing any underwear."
Steve blushed, "Guilty as charged. But do you do that often?"
"Some times," Vanessa said "more and more lately. But I don't go around exposing myself before my students. So if what you want is to see me naked, you're better off sticking to these sessions. Or you and Sue can come around to our get-togethers anytime you wish."
"That's a tempting idea." Steve said, and then remembering her invitation he asked, "Does that mean you expect us to show up naked for lunch on Saturday."
"Oh, I hadn't thought about it," Vanessa said, "but if you and Sue are comfortable with it, sure, why not?"
"We'll see." Steve said, "I guess I'll have to talk with Sue about it." He had continued sketching as they talked and now he asked her "Would you move your legs, you know, open them a bit more."
"Like this?" Vanessa moved her legs a bit.
"No not exactly." Steve said.
"So why don't you show me exactly what you want."
Steve got up and Vanessa saw the bulge under his shorts had grown, he went over to her and took her right foot pushing it a bit backwards and he pushed her left thigh lower. His eyes were glued on her pussy; the change in position had made her cunt to gape open exposing her inner labia. Vanessa knew it should be glistening with her juices; she had begun to get excited with all the talk.
"Do you like looking at me?" Vanessa asked.
Steve had kept his hand on her thigh and he took it away abruptly, "Guilty again Van. Yes I like looking at you. I like it a lot. You are a very beautiful and desirable woman."
"Thank you Steve." Vanessa said, holding his wrist, "Can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Would you take off your clothes?" She asked, "You know, I also like to look at men. I would like to look at you."
Steve hesitated, "Well, I've never... But I guess it's only fair."
He took of his tank top and then lowered his shorts and his cock sprang up. Vanessa liked what she saw. Steve's body was covered with a fine layer of blonde body hair. A thick bush covered his pubic area. His balls were large and heavy and his cock thin and long ending in a red crown.
Steve hesitated, he wanted Vanessa real bad, but he wasn't sure how far to go. He decided to be bold without being too obvious. "Let me move your arms a bit."
He adjusted the position of her lower arm, brushing her breast with the back of his hand, then he adjusted her upper arm and his cock brushed her cheek. He slid his hand down her side to her leg and pulled her foot closer to her groin. He touched her pussy and said, "You're all wet Van."
