The young woman looking in the mirror was slender, her complexion of roses and cream, russet hair tousled. She ran her hands slowly down her form, smoothing the floral patterned sundress, with a mischievous expression. She looked all of twelve if one disregarded the knowledge in her eyes and the curvaceous form beneath the clothing. Time to find a new protector she mused, sliding her hands beneath the hem, baring the tops of her thighs. White lace garters embroidered with roses held up her silk stockings, and just above matching silk panties could be visible. She laughed softly and grasping the waistband tugged them slowly down her legs, and off, tossing them on her rumpled bed where many outfits were discarded in a tumble of frothy material. Smoothing the dress once more she grinned into the mirror and winked, and slid from the room leaving the faint scent of vanilla in her wake.
She walked slowly down the path of the local park, lifting her face to the sun to bask in the beauty of spring. Her hips swayed lightly as she walked, the dress swishing lightly around her legs. Her nipples pushed lightly at the front of the sundress as she became further aroused. Not wearing panties held its own appeal, she thought, lips twitching with mirth as air slid up her dress to caress her thighs. Glancing across the path between the oak trees sat a worn metal bench, the white paint long ago chipped away by countless summers. A man sat, gazing at the pond where swans slowly glided along the surface, as he sketched in a large black book. His profile was slightly turned away showing prominent cheek bones, full lips, and black tousled hair as if he had just arose from bed. Slipping behind an oak tree, with hands braced against the trunk, she gazed at him, feeling her abdomen clench in appreciation of his masculine beauty. She held her breath, watching as his large hand, gently holding the charcoal, sketched the tranquil scene and imagined what it would feel like to have an artist’s hands gliding over her skin. Closing her eyes she exhaled softly and opened them again to find the man gone.
Whirling round, the skirts of her dress circling about her thighs, she gazed around her for the large black clad form. He was no where to be found. She slowly let out the breath; unbeknownst to her that she had been holding, and rested her cheek lightly against the rough bark of the tree’s trunk, sighing. Abruptly she felt hands lightly grasp her waist and turn her slowly. Eyes the color of warm chocolate met jaded green. He slid his hand lightly along her cheek and cupped it, leaning down to whisper,
“May I paint you?”
She gasped lightly, expecting the usual request for a quick tumble. “Wh-What?,” she stumbled lightly over the words and then flushed a deep rose, lowering her head. So often composed was she that being flustered by another was embarrassing.
He chuckled softly and grasped her chin, gently raising it to look into her eyes. They were large and liquid, a deep forest green. He caught his breath lightly and reverently brushed his thumb along her cheekbone, cradling her face. “You’re so beautiful…” he trailed off softly.
A tear slowly slid from her eye to catch upon his hand, catching the light like a shining jewel before dying as it was absorbed. Gone was the confidence of a woman of the night, now lying vulnerable and open to his too knowing eyes. He rested his hand lightly on her hip. She flinched from the gentleness within his eyes and calmly stated, “I need funds to survive, and thus cannot waste precious time I should be searching for a protector to pose for you.” She pulled free of his grasp and turned to flounce off before he could see how his presence unnerved her.
“I will pay you double what you normally receive if you become my model,” The soft statement carried across the distance separating them, her ivory satin slipper pausing in mid step.
