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He wanted to paint her.
That's what he had said at lunch yesterday.
He had said that she was beautiful and he would be honor if she allowed him to paint her.
In the nude of course.
So that she would feel more comfortable she could choose when and where she wanted it done. Anytime she was ready; she just had to call him.
He asked at he beginning of lunch. She answered him at the end of lunch.
Tomorrow. Her place at six in the morning.
Morning is her best time of day, when she feels at the zenith of her power, if she was going to be painted nude, the morning would be best.
He had smiled that smile of his that made her body tinkle and agreed.
She hadn't slept that night, and she had thrown his card with his home number in the trash at the restaurant so she wouldn't lose her nerve.
She had hated herself throughout the night for that.
At four o'clock she had began to prepare herself mentally and physically for the painting and the other things that would come with it.
She shouldn't be worried. Her friend had told her that he was a wonderful artist, and we worked with semi nude to full nude female models all the time. He had slept with any that she knew of, so he must be gay.
Five thirty in the morning, she was staring at herself naked self. Loving and hating it all. The Carmel rich soft skin that cover a body with no square angle or sharp points. It was all large smooth curves. Large heavy breast above a well-rounded rebesquense stomach, broad ample hips and strong calves. Her face was pretty, and full of character. It was a body loved in a forgotten time of the past.
The doorbell rang out, announcing in merry chimes of her guest arrival.
With heart pounding she covered her naked body in a red silken robe and walked to the door whispering silent prays for the choice she had made.
When she finally opened the door her prays were forgotten as her body started to remember.
He seems to be made from the same cloth as the night sky.
His black hair shined in the lingering moonlight as it fell in loose curls around his face. He dark blue eyes watched her, his full lips surrounded by a trim black goatee quirked up in a smile. He filled her doorway with his tall lean muscular body dressed in a black turtleneck and paint stained jeans. Under one arm he carried a canvas and easel, a backpack peeked out from behind his back.
Hello, he said in a deep masculine voice that sent vibrations down in the secret places of her body.
Hello, she whispered, her mind yelling at her body to keep control.
She led him and watched him closely as he took in her dwelling.
They talked very little as she led him around. Letting him choice the best place to beginning.
Her most inmate of places was decided the best place to begin.
He setup, while she ran to hide.
She prepared coffee for them while she paced, once again praying for her heart to calm.
She couldn't hide forever. He was waiting.
