The Old Artist

The next day was Saturday and Gary had a lot to do before Kate came for her interview. He still was not sure he wanted to be a mentor to her, but he could surely use an assistant. He made up his mind to decide after their talk. He went to the store and purchased coffee, wine and beer and some good snacking cheese.

Back at the studio, he was busy with a large canvas laying in the underpainting before placing the erotic figure in the design. He used one of the sketches from Sally's poses and was pleased where it was going. Time flew by and then he heard a knock on his studio door. It was Kate. He let her in and mentally admired her good looks and choice of clothing.

She was a painting just by herself. So beautiful. As she took off her jacket, the tight sweater hugged her breasts—she almost looked nude. He brought out the wine and cheese and invited her to have some with him.

"This will give us a chance to relax and discuss the mentorship," he noted. As they sat at his table, she told him about her job and her school schedule. The only days she would be available would be Tuesday and Thursday, all day, depending on his schedule.

"Kate, sometimes I am not an easy person to be around, and I may seem a bit distracted and/or demanding, but I have my methods. I may ask you to make coffee, run errands and be a general go-for in exchange for some teaching, critiques, and advice."

She said, "Oh, Mr. Stone..."

He interrupted her, "Kate, please, this is not a formal environment."

"Ok, Gary, you won't be sorry, I promise you."

How could I turn her down? "You can start next Tuesday, ok? Be here at 9:00 am."

"Oh, thank you, I won't let you down," Kate said. "You will see; I'll be the best assistant you ever had."

Gary never had an assistant before but did share a secretary at the university. This, among other things will be interesting, he thought.

"Have you had dinner? I know a Mexican restaurant a few blocks from here and the food is good. Care to join me—my treat?" He smiled at her.

"That would be wonderful." She became chipper and was in a really good mood. My world is getting right she thought.

They put on their coats and headed out. As they walked, they chatted about everyday things. She was somewhat of an enigma to him because she had never talked about her family or boyfriends, just light conversation at the coffee shop.

"Where did you grow up Kate? Your accent is very southern," Gary asked.

"You won't believe me... but I grew up in Waycross, Georgia, and later I moved to Orlando. My parents were very religious, and I had a strict childhood. As teenagers, we would drive to Jekyll Island to the beach and drink beer. I love the beach."

"How do you like the Orlando area, Kate?" he asked as they could see the restaurant down the block.

"I love the art community; the people here are so liberal. I could never go back to Waycross and live."

As they stepped into the restaurant, they were seated quickly. He ordered two margaritas and nachos.

"Tell me about you and your wonderful adventures Gary. As I remember, you once said you were a world traveler"

"Not anymore! My world traveling days are over unless my art takes me overseas. I have seen so many sights and have learned so many things. Not many men have enjoyed the life I have had. Before becoming an artist, I was psychologist. I worked at the university wrote papers and later published books. I am now retired, and art has been my career for the last decade. I spent a lot of my time in South Asia—mainly Thailand and Myanmar."

He took a deep drink of the margarita and said, "Yes, I have had a good life except when my wife died in a car accident. It was a tragedy that I have not recovered from yet. Perhaps I never will. She left to go to the grocery store and never came back. So, that is my story. Now, tell me more about you. Do you currently have a boyfriend?"

Kate took a big drink, and a second one, "No boyfriend for more than a year. I have been too busy with work and college. After I graduated from high school, I moved to Orlando on my own. Rented an apartment and found a roommate. She goes to college and works, our schedules are strange, and we hardly see each other. It is good to have someone you get along with to share expenses with these days."

They ordered a second round of drinks and their food. Kate started to blush just as a mariachi band came up and sang to them. Kate was feeling the first drink.

"Gary, I don't know why, but I trust you. I have ever since we first started chatting in the coffee shop. As a matter of fact, I have had a crush on you."

Gary was still trying to absorb everything when she said, "Gary are you OK?"

"No, yes, I don't know, you have really caught me off guard. The highlight of going to the coffee shop was talking to you."

Gary's mind was racing and there was a stiffness forming in his pants.

They finished eating and Gary asked, "Kate, are you ready to go to the studio?" He settled up and they headed out into the cool autumn night, bundled up. Kate grabbed his arm and put her hand in his. An interesting gesture, he thought.

Silence again, maybe it is just nice to enjoy the night and her warm hand. So curious, and she is the real mystery!

"Gary, do you think I'm attractive?" Kate asked. Gary knew she could not go more than a minute without saying something.

"Kate, you are more than attractive, you are beautiful. And, you have a wonderful life ahead if you make good decisions to guide you."

"That comment is one of the many reasons I like you, Gary. Somehow you guide and inspire me. Thank you." Yes, she thought, I will seduce him tonight. The years of anticipation come down to tonight! Her legs seem to squish as she walked. The thong she was wearing was not absorbing the liquid seeping from her vagina. It will be ok she thought, as the liquid cooled and dried on the inside of her thigh.

They climbed the stairs to the studio. The first thing Gary did was to turn the heat up in the room. "Coffee, Kate?" he asked as he headed toward the kitchenette.

She saw the erotic painting on the easel and asked Gary, "Who is she? This is absolutely beautiful. I can almost feel her emotion."

She took a seat on the studio couch. "Gary, may I have some more of your wine? I'm feeling too good to kill this buzz with coffee."

"Kate are you sure you want to be here with an old man like me when you are young. I'm sure there are a lot of young men who want to be with you." As a sex psychologist, he knew well the signs of seduction from a female. Choosing wine over coffee, sitting on the couch versus a chair at the table.

"As I said, I have had this crush on you for a very long time. Now, here you are, no fantasy, just you and me. I don't plan on leaving anytime soon. Please be gentle with me, I'm so nervous," and she kicked off her high heels. As she pulled the sweater over her head, it tugged at both breasts and she felt a tingle down her whole spine.

Gary brought the wine over to the couch and set it on the small end table. He lit a few candles and turned off the studio lighting. "Please stand over here in the candle light and let me take the rest of your clothes off." As he undid her bra, he again could smell her pheromones. Intoxicating he thought. Her breasts were some of the most beautiful natural creations he had ever seen. He cupped them and let his thumbs rotate on her nipples. She took a deep sigh. His hands slowly went down the sides of her ribs, over her hips, and he hooked his fingers under her thong and pulled it down to her feet. Oh, wow, he thought. Her labia were larger than he had ever seen, and her clit was on the large size too. Truly a piece of natural art!

He led her over to the couch and had her lay on her back. He knew her arousal had been going on for a while, so he decided to start with her feet. At first, he gave her feet a general massage to help relax her. Then he moved up to her head and massaged her temples and neck, hitting certain acupressure points. Moving down to her shoulders and then her pectorals avoiding her nipples. He gently rubbed her ribs and her abdomen adding oil as he went, down to both hips, down the thighs, down the calves, finally back to her feet.

"Kate, I want you to start taking deep breaths," and he found the secret acupressure points the old sage showed him in Thailand. Just behind the balls of both feet, he placed his thumbs. Placing his index fingers in the soft tissue just behind her big toe.

"Kate, you need to trust me here, I want you to start doing pelvic floor exercises, better known as Kegels. Can you do that?"

"Yes Gary, I can do that." And she alternated between the deep breaths and the Kegels. Again, using the same technique he used on Sally's feet, he rubbed the ball of her foot with his thumb and at the same time used his index finger to apply stronger pressure between her big toe and the next toe. He did both feet at the same time.

Kate could feel the heat rising in her body. Her vagina began to get very wet and her mind was moving in a strange direction. She wondered what this floating sensation was she was feeling. It is so relaxing but yet her vagina was heating up and her nipples were hard as rocks.

"Garry please touch my breasts, oh wow," and she began to pant with her breaths. Good grief she thought, damn this feels so good.

"Kate, deep breaths, please. Let me make my special love to you. He started in on her breasts reaching with both hands slightly under her arms. There was another acupressure point that helped brain chemistry. He could tell she was drifting in pleasure.

"Pull your legs up and open up for me." She felt more massage oil on her vulva and labia, and it ran down her butt. It is sure getting hot in here, she thought. Oh, it is me, she giggled to herself.

Gary started with different acupressure points on her buttocks and then slowly moved in toward her perineum area, finding one of the key acupressure points. Going in a clockwise and counter-clockwise movements with both his thumbs on her inner thighs, she began to quiver. Gary thought, I haven't even begun to massage her clit. He knew the nerve wiring was different for each woman and he had found one of her very erogenous points.

Slowly, he moved up to her outer labia, pausing to put pressure on the right acupressure points. She was definitely pre-orgasmic. He moved up to her clitoris and massaged the area around it without touching it.

"Please start taking deeper breaths and push harder on the Kegels, as we are almost there." Kate was coming to a point where she did not care if she was almost there, she was floating in this pleasurable ethereal plane. Gary gently popped over her clit and her back arched in a major orgasm. Again, Gary brushed over her clit, and again and again, and each time she quaked. He backed off her clit and placed his hand on her belly pushing her back down to the couch. He inserted one finger into her vagina and started pushing, one by one, on all the little pressure points while avoiding her G-spot.

Her orgasms were flowing like a flag waving in a stiff wind; she was in a different place than she had ever been before. Her brain felt like it was part of her vagina and her vagina part of her brain. Again, she was arching her back. Gary knew she was getting close to the big one. He eased off a bit, keeping her in this yin and yang state.

Kate felt a flow from her toes to the back of her neck, and back down as the mini orgasms came and went. This went on for about ten minutes and she began to sweat. Her whole body glistened. So beautiful, Gary thought. Then Gary began to massage her G-spot. And, with the other hand, he began gently pinching her clit and lightly pulling at it. Her head jerked back and just quivered as her whole body, every muscle, was having an orgasm, the ultimate orgasm had hit. Slowly, he backed off and was rubbing both sides of her chest. She began to cry and shake. Gary grabbed her up in his arms and said, "Please Kate, deep breaths." She couldn't stop. She hugged Gary as tightly as she could, and another hit. "Please, just relax and hold me, let it flow into me. You are safe and cared for in my arms."

For her, it was an awakening. She felt liberated. All of a sudden, she was cold and started shaking. Gary grabbed a robe and a blanket. He also got her some water. "Drink," he said as he wrapped her up. "I know you are now dehydrated, please drink." And she drank deeply then snuggled back into his arms.

"You feel so good and warm," she said, "Can I spend the night in your arms?" She was starting to fall asleep. While Gary had a classic case of the blue balls, he leaned back and they both fell asleep on the couch.

After a while, Gary then felt a warm sensation on his penis. It was Kate taking it slowly up and down his shaft. Gary knew he needed relief, but he felt he should take the lead from her. She said, "Gary, it's now my turn." But, before she could say more, a quake hit her. Oh, damn what is this? she thought? And then another—she was having orgasms without much physical contact; except she was licking Gary's penis. Not sure what was going on, she then laid on top of Gary and snuggled into his neck with her head.

Gary was pleased with how the night has gone but now he was feeling his need. His penis was dripping and wet, he felt Kate sliding around on his body, with the combination of massage oil and Kate's sweat with some of the residual orgasms.

Kate decided she was going to ride his dick into hell and back and grabbed it. Slowly she rubbed it around her labia. God that felt good she thought, and Bam! A bigger one hit her, and she jerked up. Gary grabbed her back down and she then inserted his penis into her vagina. She held perfectly still, remembering to breathe and started back in on her Kegels. Spasms were rolling through her vagina, from her cervix to her labia, waves of contraction and pleasure.

This was such a pleasurable rush for Gary, he kept still. At his age, this was an experience to memorize. The ebb and flow of pleasure were building to the point where he had to move. Wait or go, he could hardly decide when Kate began to almost vibrate moving up and down. Holy shit, he was not going to last, and then he noticed the signs of a mega-orgasm forming in her chest, flowing down to her feet. She was almost in a catatonic state. His first ejaculation almost came from his toes, then the second was if his eyeballs blasted through his penis. Wow, that was something. It was now time to slow this mystical ride down and he sat up and held her. She was not crying this time, but she was shivering uncontrollably. He rubbed her back as everything wound down and again, she nuzzled his shoulder.

****

The sun and shadows were slowing moving across the couch. Kate's hip and one leg were uncovered. Gary looked at the clock and saw it was 7:00 am. He quietly slipped away from her and went to the bathroom. He waited for his hard-on to subside, and then it was like the classic race horse, a big stream. It echoed into the old studio and she stirred. Oh damn, she was going to be late for her first class. She started to get dressed when Gary asked what her schedule was today. She told him she had to be at school at 8:00. She was really late. "Please, let me drive you to your apartment and hopefully that will help." She was at the door in a flash, they scrambled down the stairs and into Gary's car.

"Thank you so much for driving me home. I really appreciate it." And then an after quake hit—a mini orgasm. "Oh Gary, please stop at the next convenience store, I really have to pee!" As they pulled into the parking lot, she got like out of the car and ran into the store. Gary went in and purchased two cups of coffee and went back to the car. She came out quickly.

As they drove, she said, "Coffee, thanks!" and she put in two packets of cream. As the hot coffee hit her stomach, she had another min-quake. Oh hell, she thought, it's going to be difficult in class today.

"As soon as you can come and see me after school or after work, we need to talk." He rattled off his cell phone number and his home address and she put it in her cell phone. She looked at the time, she was just going to make it. Her ride to college was waiting at the door, she leaned over gave Gary a big kiss on the cheek and ran toward the doorway shouting, "Later!"

He backed out and headed toward his condo. He did not consider his condo to be a luxurious place, but it met his needs. I better clean it up a bit, he thought. Living the life as a single man, housekeeping was not high on his list. He called his friendly maid service. Yes, he needed help. They had a key and would handle it while he was at the studio.

Later in the day, he got a call from Sally, she was giggling, "So tell me, Gary, how are you doing?" Gary grimaced and then said, "A gentleman never tells," proud of his quick wit.

Sally was pleased with herself and her slight flirtation. Yet there was some danger in calling Gary. She may now be addicted to what he could do for her, perhaps more than she has sorted out in her head. "So, Gary, what are you up to today? Can I come by and discuss something personal? It is really important; I need your help."

He could not turn down her down. "Sure, come on by, the coffee is on..."

"Coffee, good, see ya in a few," and she was out her door headed to her car. She stopped by her favorite donut shop and got a bag of donut holes. Finally, at Gary's studio, she climbed the steps, a bit giddy, feeling great in the cold air. She knocked. As the door opened, she heard Enya's music drifting out, the melodic sound fit right in with her mood.

"Good morning, Sally. You are looking chipper. How are you this morning?" Gary asked as he walked toward the coffee maker. "Coffee?"

"Oh yes, please. I brought some really good donut holes." They sat at his table and sipped the coffee. He knew the elephant that was in the room was the experience he had given her earlier in the week and he wondered if she was back for more. Women are so curious in their approach to asking for sex. He could not help it—the sex researcher curiosity was coming out in his thinking. Perhaps he was presuming too much. No hug or kiss when she came in the studio.

Silence, again. Quiet, he thought, as he munched on the donut holes and drank his coffee. Like most young ladies, he was sure she could not go more than a minute without saying something. At last, she said, "Gary, can I ask you something very personal? Because I have something very personal to share."

"Absolutely Sally, we have been very open so far, so I am open to any discussion or question. If we share intimate stuff, I only ask that you be totally truthful and not embellish," Gary said Taking another swig of his coffee.

"Well, this is a bit strange, but let me tell you about my recent conversations with our modeling group and share with you what was said. They want to form a union and charge all the art schools a set fee. This is to standardize the fees and make it fair for all models. I feel if they were to treat the lone eagle artists like yourself the same way, it would be economically difficult. Their argument is that standardized prices are best for all."

Hmm, not what Gary was thinking.

"Sally, the plan is admirable, but there would be no way to enforce it, people are going to make deals, and life goes on. Surely, they would not set up an agency, and if they did, then you would be working for the man and not be a free agent like you have been. You may get more, or fewer modeling jobs, depending on who is running the schedule, and if they like you. I think it is a bad idea from your perspective. I could pay the models more if they are suffering economically. Think about your independence."

"Thanks, Gary, you always make things clearer for me. Now to my real question." She took a deep breath, "I know you just wanted me to experience the never-ending orgasm, but can we do more? I would like to get together more often, kind of sort of like...fuck buddies. No romance, just pure sexual fun. Our age difference is too great anyway for romance. I promise I would not interfere your life and we could share sexual favors. I like the idea of trying new things without a romantic connection. I believe you know a lot more than you have showed me."