I stroked the brush lightly on the canvas. The color still wasn't perfect, but I had been working on it for two hours now, and was getting irritated. I wrinkled my nose and set down the brush. I've always loved painting, but lately it has seemed more like a chore then a hobby. I have nothing to paint. No inspiration, no muse. I left my small studio and stepped into my bedroom. It was a hot July day; the summer has been hotter then need be. I pulled off my damp t-shirt and jeans to slip my slim naked body into a cooler yellow sundress. The dress dipped low on my creamy breasts, showing off my freckled skin. Today I was going out in the park to look for her. I wrapped my fiery red hair into a bun and grabbed my canvas bag.
The sun was hot. But it felt warm on my skin, and made me slightly drowsy. I had been in the park for two hours. I wasn't going to give up though; I needed this painting for next months rent. I looked over by the lake. There were geese swimming near the edge. "Better than nothing..." I said under my breath. I set up my canvas and paints and started to recreate the scene in front of me. I carefully painted every detail of the scene. The soft blades of grass...................... The cool rippling water............................ The hot white sun. I leaned over to gather my things. The painting wasn't finished but once again looking mediocre. I walk down to the hill towards my small apartment. I decided to finish it tomorrow.
That night I lay on my bed to go to sleep. The sheets were hot against my skin. I lay there thinking about the day. I have been so focused on painting lately that everything else has been affected. It had been at least a year since I had sex. I wrapped my sheet around my body and put my favorite porn in. I lay down on my bed and ran my fingertips lightly down my chest, grazing my breasts lightly. On the television was a curvy brunette pushed her fingers into her slick pussy. She moaned with pleasure as her orgasm built up at a rapid rate. I slid my hands between my legs and rub my hot clit. I was slick with perspiration and sweet juices.
The woman was now crying out as her orgasm came nearer, and was pounding her pussy with three of her slim fingers. Her pussy was stretched to the max. I rubbed my swollen clit quickly and moaned aloud. My legs clamped down on my wet fingers and I lifted my hips and bucked upward as I rubbed my hot pussy. The busty brunette screamed and moaned as she bucked her hips, a brutal orgasm ripping through her body.
I felt the sweet buildup coming on and I held my breath and rubbed my clit even faster and I came hard onto my wet hand. I let out a lusty groan as my juices leaked down my sprawled legs and onto my bed. I licked my fingers and tasted my pussy juices. As I laid back to finally fall asleep, I thought about tomorrows park visit.
The next morning I woke up feeling refreshed. I slipped on my silk robe and padded down the stairs. After gulping down an English muffin for breakfast, I got into a pair of old jeans and a white tee. I grabbed my canvas bag and set off to the park again to finish old business. I set up in front of the lake again. The painting looked worse then it did the day before. I frowned at the scene ahead of me. I finished the painting and started to put my paints away.
It was nearing noon and it was getting to hot to stay in the sun. I bent over and picked up the red paint and turned to grab the canvas bag. Suddenly, as I turned, I felt the wind knock out of me. I lost my balance as the red paint slopped out of the cup on to my would-be masterpiece. I fell on the ground; the red cup of paint fell smartly on my head. It coated my face in the thick liquid. "Shit!" I wiped the paint out of my eyes and blinked the sting away. I looked up and saw a set of remarkable breast swaying in front of my face, framed in an orange tank top. "Nice..." I thought.
