My Thoughts Are Your Thoughts 6
Disclaimer: Not
all
of the stories in this series feature my use of mind control. Sometimes, like any other guy I just get lucky. This is one such story.
My affair with Jody went on for about six months, and although there was always a combative element to our lovemaking, in the end we shared a great deal of mutual respect and affection. I think things may have taken a more serious turn if it had gone on much longer, but it was not to be. She had started sleeping over at my place occasionally, and she'd actually agreed to model for me too.
She confessed one night that even when she thought she hated me, she still loved my paintings, which was nice to know. She was a great model, and I produced some really nice paintings of her, but there came the time when she moved on. She came to me one day and told me she'd had an offer to work in a major gallery in Manchester, and not only that, but she'd been offered the chance to lecture one or two days a week at the local Art College. It was too great an opportunity for her to miss, and I agreed, so she went, and I missed her terribly for months afterwards.
My naughty nurse, Fiona Brown, helped console me through those bleak months, and I was most grateful for her company. Meanwhile I was painting away steadily, corporate portraits for the money, nudes for the glory, and landscapes for the bread and butter limited edition prints.
One day the phone rang, and a woman with a very refined voice introduced herself to me. Apparently, I'd painted her father for one of the major oil companies, and she wanted to commission me to paint her. So, I asked for details of what she required, and she wanted a nude for her bedroom. I asked her to come to my studio for a sitting, but she wanted me to paint her at her home.
Her own bedroom was to be the background of the picture, so on the day, I arrived at her place complete with sketchpads, pencils and my trusty camera. It was a huge place in the West End of the city - millionaire's row, but she answered the door herself and invited me in, offering tea, coffee, or something stronger, which I declined. I was anxious to get started.
She was maybe late thirties, yes, I know, another older woman, shoulder length dark hair, about five foot three inches tall, so quite petite, but well proportioned, with good legs. Her face was well made up, regular shaped features, with classic high cheekbones, and the loveliest pale blue eyes. I liked her instantly, and without any more delay, she led me upstairs to her bedroom. She was wearing a light, cotton, button through dress, and black high heel shoes.
'Shall I undress?' she asked me.
'Not just yet, we'd better decide where you want to pose first, which part of the room you want as background, I explained. She nodded, waiting for me to look around.
'I thought maybe a reclining nude, on the bed,' she suggested.
'Yes, that would be good, but I'll do a few different scenes, just to give you the choice,' I said, looking around. It was a huge room, so there was a choice of several locations, but I thought she had her mind set on the bed, and to make her more comfortable I agreed to start with that.
She went over to the bed, and I pulled a chair over, ready for when I had her posed and ready to sketch. She stood beside the bed, and I could see she was little nervous.
'Why don't you just unbutton your dress Mrs Colville,' I said, matter of factly, trying to make it sound as if it were an everyday occurrence, and it was, for me.
'Yes, OK, I'm a little nervous,' she said starting at the top buttons.
'So am I Mrs Colville,' I said, joking to help her relax. She smiled at me then.
'Please call me Angela,' she said, and she was Angela from that moment on. She continued to unbutton the dress, eventually reaching the last button just above her knees. The dress parted, she wore nothing underneath in preparation for posing, and she just pulled the dress back, and off her shoulders, placing it on a chair at the side of the bed. She had a great figure; firm boobs, not big, but nice, a flat stomach, so she obviously went to the gym, and she had really good legs.
Although petite, she was nicely in proportion, and very, very, attractive. I went over to the bed, set up the pillows for her to lie against and she got on the bed, making herself comfortable. Now that she was on the bed she looked totally relaxed. I noticed that she kept looking down at herself.
'Is there something wrong Angela?' I asked her. She looked embarrassed, so I didn't press her for an answer, but she told me anyway.
'I was just checking that nothing was on show,' she replied. I looked at her blankly. 'Oh god, how can I explain?' she said, obviously struggling for words, and then she just blurted it out quickly, 'I have very protruding and fleshy labia,' and blushed as she said it. 'I don't want it to be on show, I'm quite ashamed of it, it's not normal' she went on.
'Oh Angela,' I said sympathetically looking into her eyes, 'that's nothing to be ashamed of. I've seen lots of women naked, and believe me, there is no such things as abnormal.'
'How many women have you seen naked James?' she asked me. I thought for a moment.
'About twenty or so women, all ages in the last year or so, and all shapes and sizes, and there is no such thing as, "abnormal." You're probably worried about nothing,' I finished, trying my best to reassure her. I could see her thinking, as I got myself ready to start.
'James,' she said, 'would you look at me there, just to reassure me I'm not abnormal?'
Sometimes life is very strange - here I was in the company of a beautiful naked woman who I'd never seen before, and she was asking me to visually examine her pussy as a
favour
to her.
'Yes OK,' I said, laying down my sketchpad and pencils. I went over to the bed and sat down on the edge. She smiled nervously at me, and I smiled back. She drew her knees up, and hesitated for a moment, then slowly spread her knees wide. She had a small, but full tuft of dark hair above her cunt lips, the labia and groin were cleanly shaven, exposing a truly magnificent set of lips. They were big, and very fleshy, quite dark
'Oh Angela,' I said. 'They're absolutely lovely, magnificent. What a great set of lips. There's nothing wrong with these beauties.' She positively glowed, smiling with relief.
'Are they, do you really like them?' she asked, eagerly, like a small child.
'Oh yes Angela, they're lovely, you should be proud of them, not ashamed. Would you do me a favour this time and pull them apart, just open them up a wee bit to make the most of them?' I suggested, so she did exactly that, hesitantly it has to be said, and now they looked even better. I could see the pinkness of her open pussy, and what's more, she was wet, very wet. The inside of her lips glittered in the light, and a dribble of whitish fluid oozed out from between the great lips.
'Angela, that looks even better now,' I said praising her again. 'Maybe we'd better get started with some sketches now though. Those lips are too much of a distraction for me.'
'What do you mean?' she asked me.
'No, no Angela, I've said too much already,' I said, picking up the sketchbook, ready to start.
'Oh James, please, you must tell me what you meant,' she pleaded.
'OK, but later. I want to get some work done first,' and so I made my initial sketches of her in the original pose, not with her legs open. After I had a few sketches of her on the bed, I also took a few photographs of her as well. Next, we moved to another part of the room, where I drew and photographed some more poses. We chatted all the time, and I found her an amusing and witty companion. Finally, I was set to do a last sketch, and I persuaded her to pose with her legs open, displaying her wonderful labia. She was easy to persuade, in fact very easy, I just said that she should open her legs and show me that great pussy, and although she hesitated for a millisecond, she opened her legs wide. Again, I made appreciative noises, and she fairly glowed with my praise.
'What did you mean earlier on when you said my pussy lips were too much of a distraction?' she asked me again.
'Surely it can't be too hard to work out Angela,' I explained. 'You're a beautiful woman, with a great body and great legs, and then you open those great legs, and there, nestled between, is one of the nicest pussies I've ever seen. What a temptation to any man. I love pussies like that, and as soon as I saw it, I wanted to play with it, suck it, lick it, and make it even wetter than it already was. She sat there, legs still open as I finished my sketches, and then took some photos of her and the magnificent pussy.
'Is it OK if I do a close-up Angela? I asked. 'I don't think I'll ever see another pussy as pretty as this one. She nodded, saying nothing, and I took some more shots, which were close-ups of her wet pussy. 'Pull those lips apart for me Angela,' I said, and she did so without protest. She was even wetter than before, the wetness and thick white juice pooling at the bottom of her pussy, spilling over into her bum.
'Oh Angela,' I said in admiration, 'you're so wet, incredibly wet.' She smiled and blushed a little.
