Older woman and younger man, both in the arts, and use their creativity in a most erotic form of foreplay and sex. Hope you enjoy!
Breakfast on the deck that overlooked my backyard was my favorite time of day. After moving to Florida twenty years ago, I never tired of the outdoors and year round outdoor living. Family and friends still couldn't believe I'd ever leave Pennsylvania.
I couldn't go on with my life there without my husband. He was only thirty and we had plans. A lot of life to finish yet. After his death I just could not stay and wallow in those constant memories.
The coffee steamed in the morning air, and I pulled my robe tighter around my nude body. I didn't mind it cool because I knew heat was coming. Leaves were wet from the fog, and the beads of water on the banana leaves glittered under the rising sun. The scent of jasmine was heavy in the damp morning air. That there was no breeze was rare as we usually had constant coastal breezes. We will enjoy them later though, once the day heats up.
I had created a little oasis of my backyard. Neighbors surrounded me, but I had designed it that I had total privacy without using fencing. The foliage was thick enough to obscure their view, yet they enjoyed my tropical border on their side.
Gaudy bright painted buntings gorged themselves on the feeders and I never tired of watching them. Mockingbirds were the morning vocal entertainment.
I didn't want to take up too much of my haven with a large pool, so I opted for a small aqua glass tiled pool. Big enough for exercising and afternoon cool offs. I loved water exercises and kept in shape playing tennis and occasional rounds of golf with some neighborhood women. Yoga after breakfast always started my day.
The sun was warm on my skin after the coolness of the fog. I pinned my hair up and rolled out my yoga mat to began my series of poses. I loved the freedom of no clothes when I was outdoors.
Dragging a trailer full of my belongings from Pennsylvania to Florida was a huge step of independence for me. It became easier as I found the perfect house and location for my art studio. The workmen had it gutted and rebuilt more quickly than I thought, so I didn't have long in the local motel.
The entire length of the side of my house was glass and housed my art studio. The private entrance allowed me to have shows and private buyers in without invading my private space.
They argued that this house configuration would not be best for resale value, but since I intended to live my life here, I really didn't care. I had decided early in life to be childfree, so I had no concerns about grown children arguing over their inheritance.
After a quick shower, I slipped into my favorite painting outfit. Bib overalls and nothing. I loved the freedom and no constriction of clothing when I painted as well. Granted, the bib over my 36C knockers and side open to below my waist left little to the imagination, there was no one here anyhow. I kept them on a hook by my studio door so I could get ready to paint at my whim.
I'd started working with large, five foot by five foot canvases, but they were fairly difficult for me to stretch. Holding the canvas taut and stapling proved to be a challenge, but I did get a few done ahead.
The paint flowed with my brain and it seemed like only a few minutes and I was losing my daylight, when it fact it'd been hours. I did a few stretches and went to the kitchen to feed my starving self. The knock on the door came at the same time my brain registered I still had my overalls on. Too late because the full view door hides nothing. I peeked and it was my neighbors son. Fortunately he's plenty old enough that I don't have to worry about being the neighborhood perv.
Nonchalantly I opened the door, trying not to lean either way so the bib covering my tits wouldn't move.
"Hey Mike! Long time no see, how's college," I asked, motioning for him to come in.
I'm not sure how he could talk because once he spotted the open side of my overalls, he couldn't take it his eyes off. "Great Mrs M! I'm home on break."
"Nice. I was just making a sandwich, would you like one?" I was contemplating whether I should act as though I'm fully dressed and continue on, or to run and really get dressed. Which at this point seemed a little silly.
"Sure," he mumbled, still pretty well locked on to the side of my bib. I'm sure he was willing the straps to break.
"So," I said trying to divert his attention, "what brings you by?"
"Huh? OH! Yes, well you know I'm wanting to be a photographer and I know you're an artist and I was wondering if you had any tips for me on breaking into the arts."
He's finally regained his composure and helped me take drinks and food out to the deck. I carefully sat down, trying to watch so the bib didn't gape open. Mission accomplished. Although he still had a full view of my side boob nearly to the nipple.
"First thing I'd say, is believe in yourself because you are going to have to market yourself." We went on to discuss various ways he could start his photography business.
"Your yard is like a tropical island," he said.
"Thanks! I put a lot of work into it, but it was all worth it."
"Do you paint outdoors ever?"
"I have, but mostly use my studio. I don't like to drag all my supplies out plus a big canvas. And the wind...."
"Yeah yeah, I can see that."
"Hey one of these days before you go back to school, would you like to help me stretch some canvas? They're so big it's tough for me to get them tight."
"Sure! Anytime! Just let me know. I'm not working this break. I want to get as much shooting in as I can. I'm looking for some studio space to rent. Would you know of anything available?"
"I don't, sorry," I said sincerely, then thought... .should I or shouldn't I? Without giving myself time to answer I said, "But my art studio is huge and can be divided off by a wall partition. If that'd be something you'd be interested in?"
He had a handsome face, adult but with a youthful charm. Overgrown thick brown hair and chocolate brown eyes gave him that boyish look. I was tall so he must be a little less than six foot. I wouldn't mind having this eye candy around for awhile, I thought.
"I think that might work but can I see the space?"
I led him through the house into the studio space. "This partition pulls closed so you can have complete privacy. Unfortunately the windows have no covering so you'll just have natural light. Maybe that won't work for you."
"I don't think that'll be a problem really. If I need darkness to shoot I can do it after sunset. If that'd be okay with you."
"Sure. I'll give you a key to the studio so you can come and go as you like."
"Wow, that'd be great! I really appreciate this. I'll be able to really get some stuff done for my portfolio." This is going to work out great, I thought. The company will be nice for me.
In came some lighting and a few pieces of furniture the next day while I was painting. Once I got into my zen thing, I didn't notice much.
He peeked around the corner and said quietly, "Knock knock."
"C'mon in! I'm not one of those kind of arteeests," I said exaggerating it. I noticed that he was distracted by my bib overalls again. "I hope seeing this old lady like this isn't a problem," I said smiling and indicating my attire.
