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Back in the garden, she lay on her back on the lounger and awaited Simon’s return. She parted her legs slightly, being more than aware, that the black material of the panties, would very quickly give away her level of excitement and when wet, would conform much more tightly to her swelling vaginal lips. Her body was covered in goose-bumps at the very thought. As she picked up her drink, she realised she was still shaking.
As Simon was drying himself down, after his shower, his phone buzzed. He looked at the caller ID and saw it was his good friend KT, his abbreviation for Kirsty. “Hello you,” he said in the relaxed and comfortable manner, that he had with her after years of friendship; “and what can I do for you on this fine day?”
“Simon! You have got to come over.”
“What… calm down, what’s the matter?”
“I’ve got this large wasp nest under the eaves of my summer house and it is freaking me out! I just know they’re going to attack me. Plus, how am I meant to sun-bathe with them all buzzing round me. You’ve got to help me out!”
“Whoa, there. I’m no expert on wasp eradication, if it is that large, perhaps you should call out a specialist?”
“But Simon, you know that costs money and I don’t have any! Look if you come over, I’ll get some wine in and we can have a barbeque as payment, how about that? Please! Pretty please!”
“KT, you know you don’t need to pay me anything. And of course, I will help, I mean I can’t have you not being able to sun-bathe, now can I? Besides, it will probably be me cooking on the barbeque anyway!”
“Oh, you know me so well! OK, so maybe it’s not so urgent, but I haven’t seen you for a couple of weeks and needed a chat, I have some news to tell you. And we can say I’ll owe you one, well it’s more like ten by now. You really must start asking me for favours, how else am I going to pay you back?”
“Well actually, there is something that I might get you to do for me?”
“Ohh, and what might that be then?” Her voice turned sultry.
“Doing another commission for that woman that bought one of my paintings a couple of months back, and I need a model if you are game. So some more posing for me. And we’ll call it quits at that?”
“Sure,” she said freely, if with a little disappointment, “I’ve got no problem helping you with that, in fact I enjoy doing it for you, does that sound strangely narcissistic? But can you hurry?”
“KT, I’ve just got out of the shower, give me a couple of minutes at least, to throw some clothes on! And yes, it does sound strangely narcissistic, but then you are kooky!”
She laughed and replied, “Hurry. And don’t worry about the clothes on my account!” Then rang off.
Simon had known KT all through secondary school. She loved to hang around with him and had over the years become a very good friend. They enjoyed much of the same things and could talk freely about anything. He knew most of her boyfriends, including her current one, very well and they saw each other at the rugby matches he attended, or when he popped round. But KT had for some months been working on getting into university and he knew their relationship was a little rocky at the moment, so perhaps she wanted to talk to him about that. Simon was pleased that KT had succeeded in getting into the same uni., he was going to. He could see their friendship doing nothing but growing deeper as time went on.
Arriving at her front door, he was greeted by an abundance of billowing blonde hair, as the breeze blowing through the house blew in his direction. Her large, overly bright beach towel was wrapped around her body and she was smiling impishly at him with open arms. “My saviour!” Kirsty grabbed him in her equivalent of a bear-hug. The towel unravelling and catching between them, until she pulled away to reveal a very skimpy red bikini, letting the towel drop to the floor. Kirsty just grinned at Simon, standing on tip-toe to peck him on the cheek, before letting him go eventually. “So how you gonna do it?”
He laughed at her. “No wonder you were worried.” He looked admiringly at her fabulous figure. “That thing wouldn’t protect you from anything! And certainly not the sun, you be careful. Show me where it is.”
She pointed at her pussy flirtingly saying, “I’m surprised at your age you don’t already know!” Then giggling she said, “Follow me, and don’t go saying my bum looks big in these or I won’t pose for you!”
Simon laughed, knowing that she had read his mind completely, in terms of where his eyes had fallen. Her bum didn’t look big, in fact it was a perfect bum and she knew it too. “I would never insult a lady KT, you know that.”
“Huh,” she laughed, stopping to point, “there it is. Do be careful though, there must be hundreds of them.”
“OK, well you stand right back. In fact, I would go inside and close the doors, this usually works, but they can get a little ornery.” He waited until KT had gone inside then moved to within a few feet of the buzzing mass. He had brought with him his wasp nest powder and sprayed a goodly Bycasino amount upon the mound of swirling, buzzing insects. Stepping immediately back and swatting away a few angry wasps, he took a couple of steps further back as the mass of insects seemed to expand then slowly contract and calm down again. Once they had settled a little more, he went in again and gave them another covering. He then walked away again, brushing a couple of really angry wasps from his top.
He waited a little then turned and went to the door. Kirsty opened it and let him in, closing it behind him. Simon went to the kitchen and washed his hands. “Did you get stung? They seemed to be all about you at one point.”
“No, I’m fine. I find that if I don’t get all fussed about them being there, they treat me in the same way. I gave them a good couple of squirts and that usually does it.”
“It does for me too.” Kirsty giggled again. “Though the more squirts the better!”
Simon looked at her, “Hey, you’ve been on the ‘sauce’ already haven’t you?”
“Maybe? Do you want some? I have a bottle of red and a bottle of white both open of course, or some Vodka or Whiskey. What do you fancy? I know you prefer ‘red’ when you are eating, so how about a Vodka Tonic for now?”
“OK that would be nice, but no getting me drunk, I’ve got some drawing to be doing.”
“How long do you think it will take for the nest to be gone?” She said changing the subject.
“Perhaps two days. It might need another go before it is fully gone, but you must be careful of dead wasps on the ground, so don’t walk about in bare feet as they can still sting for a while.”
“Won’t go anywhere near it, it freaks me out. So, will you be over in a couple of days too, to finish it off?”
“Sure, can’t see that I will have done enough sketching today anyway. Modelling is tiring and I don’t want to impose on you for too long.”
“Don’t be silly, I love doing it!” She downed her drink and stood before him hands on hips in a Wonder Woman pose. “Now how do you want me. Clothes on or off!”
Simon laughed, “Clothes on of course, since when have I asked you to pose naked for me?”
“Never, you don’t want to impose, I get it. So, do you need me to change or is what I’m wearing suitable? Tell me what the composition is?”
“Clara, the person commissioning the painting, wants a fight seen between two beautiful women. They are fighting with short ceremonial swords, are bare-breasted but covered in markings that have been painted on. Do you remember the ‘Mummy’ film where those two actors were doing this in front of the Egyptian king, it is something like that?”
“Oh yes, I remember. I like the sounds of that. Have you done some preliminary sketches?”
“Course!” He said. Opening his sketchbook and showing her. “So, what I wanted to depict is the girls locked together, swords in between them, pretty much like a boxer’s clinch, leg muscles and arm muscles straining. And the expressions on their faces showing anger, effort, concern. You get the picture.”
Kristy looked at his provisional sketches. “These are good Simon, uuummm, so very erotic, I might have a copy myself! So, a little like this?” She stood posing. “I’ll go and get a bread knife, when I’m doing it properly.”
“Yes, but you don’t need to do the face, just yet, I’ll concentrate on the body. You do need to show more effort and strain in your muscles though, like you are pushing against an immovable object.”
“I know,” she said. “I can push against the full-length mirror over by the doors, that way you will get the effect, but will also be able to mirror the other girl, it will be like we are almost doing it for real.”
“You see! This is why you are the perfect model. Now I’ll just get myself set up in the right position. If you just stand by the mirror so that I can pick the light. Yep that’s great, I’ll sit here, I think. I’ll just get my stuff out.”
When he looked back up at Kirsty, she stood before him bare-breasted. She had unclipped the small bikini top and pulled it off her shoulders. She stood before him trembling imperceptibly. Waiting and wanting his approval.
“Wha… What are you doing?” His eyes travelled from her full breasts to her face and quickly back again.
“You said they were bare-breasted?”
“Yes, but I said you didn’t need to do that, I can fill in the missing pieces.”
“What is the point of having a muse, then filling in the missing pieces. Besides, you’ve seen them before!”
“Yes, when you were about fourteen. And that was a brief flash whilst playing ‘Truth or dare’. And If I may say, they have changed a bit since then.”
“What you don’t like them?”
“Kirsty, you don’t need my approval. But if you want my opinion, they are of course very lovely. I was just making the point that I didn’t need you to be naked that’s all. I mean I get on with your boyfriend, but if he were to see us now, even knowing our history, I think it would be hard to explain.”
Kirsty walked over to the Bycasino giriş table and re-filled her drink, making Simon another in the process. “Yeah, that is what I wanted to talk about. Justin and I are no-longer an item.”
“What? Why? I knew you were having a hard time of things but…”
“Hey it’s not a problem, in fact he has been gone now for a few weeks, not long after we last spoke, I think. He just couldn’t handle the long-distance relationship thing, before it even started. Said the only way would be if we both could have other partners, he then started talking about possible threesomes and stuff, the bloody perv. Strange how you can be with someone for a length of time, but then never really know them. Whereas others, you are so in tune with, you can almost read their thoughts?”
“Yes, that is strange. Well look I’m sorry. I thought you were a good match. But uni. is a different experience. I’m sure you will have relationships in spades.”
“You too my virginal friend. And maybe we can rid you of that within a few weeks of starting, if not before?”
“No chance, too busy for girls. Though I think my next-door neighbour has got designs in that area, so might not even get to university as a virgin!”
“Really?” Mixed emotions seemed to play across Kirsty’s face. “Tell me more?”
“There is not a lot to say, I have noticed her a couple of mornings spying on me as I get ready to go cycling. Caught her on one occasion in a negligee that pretty much showed off her top half. Even saw her…shall we say ‘amusing’ herself in her kitchen. Then today when I was doing the fence between our properties, she started coming on to me. I’m sure. But you know me, I can never read those signals properly, I could be completely wrong.”
“OMG, is she hot? What do you mean ‘amusing herself? Masturbating. What whilst watching you? The dirty bitch. And yeah, I know you can’t read the signals, even if a child of four could! What did she say?”
“Oh, things like did I want to see her in her bikini, because I had mentioned I was in the garden drawing when she was sun bathing, I think she thought I had been drawing her. And things like saying, ‘it doesn’t take you long to get down to it,’ and then she started asking me if I went to the gym.”
“Umm, sounds like someone has a stalker. So, did you want to see her in her bikini, did you draw her?”
Simon smiled wryly, “I might have.”
“Ohh, let me see.” Kirsty snatched his pad before he could protest and leafed back through the pages. “Oooohhh you naughty boy. You drew her in lingerie, you pervert! Mind you, she does have a good body. And this is a really good drawing Simon. Do you…do you like women to wear stockings and stuff like that? I had no idea.”
“Well you don’t know everything about me, and those sketches are private. But since you have seen them, yes, I do like lingerie on a woman. I think it adds to their mystique, their eroticism and sheer sexuality, that nakedness cannot always convey. I’m a little old fashioned like that I suppose and like women to wear that stuff in preference to tights and figure hugging, seamless, boring knickers and bras that women tend to wear today.”
Kirsty handed back his pad. “I’m sorry for intruding into your private space.” She seemed deep in thought. “But for someone that has never been with a woman, you certainly know what they look like!” She looked at Simon as if making up her mind on something. “So, you think this woman has her claws in you do you. Perhaps I should come over to your place and put her off the scent? Unless of course you want to have sex with her?”
“Whoa. Nobody was talking about that. I just said she was coming on to me, you know flirty and stuff. I’m sure she has someone to go to for sex.”
“Oh, my poor naïve Simon. Look I’ll come over tomorrow, and… well I can do some posing for you in the garden, you can say I’m your girlfriend, which is sort of true and that should put her off. How does that sound?”
“Well see,” he said, “now let’s get to work ok?”
Kirsty pushed herself against the mirror, with emphasis on her right arm and shoulder. “That looks great,” said Simon, but you’ve squashing both breasts, as you are now topless, and the client wanted to see some naked breasts and nipples, I kid you not, her words, not mine; can you lean away with your left shoulder and hold your left arm away from your body. Yeah, that is perfect.”
Kirsty allowed Simon to move her body into position like a mannequin. Her body broke out in goose-bumps as he touched her, but he seemed unaware of what his touch was doing, or what was going on inside her head. Nor the feelings he was invoking in the base-central core of her brain, she was biting her lip pensively. Being topless and knowing that he was going to be staring at her exposed breasts was having the inevitable effect on her nipples, which were both responding with gusto.
“How do I look?”
Simon stood back and looked at the pose critically and the body tasked with performing it. Bycasino güncel giriş He could see all of Kirsty from the angle he had chosen to sit, including her reflection looking back at him. For her part, she could see him in the mirror too, so the idea worked perfectly. “This is great,” he said, “can you hold it for at least 30 minutes?”
“I can hold it for as long as you want me to hold it.” She replied with a lusty lilt. But her inflection was lost on Simon, who had already ‘gone’. He was into the creational moment of putting pencil to paper. Forming structure, considering lighting, thinking of composition of shape of detail of contrast. His mouth was already full of pencils as he moved from one hardness to another.
From a flat sheet of paper and some graphite, he quickly created a female body, seemingly in 3-D. The thirty minutes were up too quickly. The alarm on his phone brought him out of his reverie and signalled the end of the session. “Ok if you could just tense those leg, bum, back and arm muscles, whilst I take a few pictures to capture the light, you can have a break for twenty minutes. Are you ok with me taking the photos?”
“Simon you know I am. How many have you taken in the past? Besides, I have never found them on the internet, so think I’m safe.” She smirked at him.
“No, I sell the originals, get more money that way.” He laughed. “No, I’m asking because you have never been bare-breasted before have you?”
“Good point,” she said, but I still don’t care, it’s you after all.”
“If I might. I would say it is two good points. In fact, I would go as far as saying, two stunningly exquisite points!”
Kirsty beamed back at Simon. How could she not? Every woman enjoyed being complemented on her breasts. “Why, thank you good sir. Now, take your dirty pictures and let me get a bit more sun-bathing in.” She reached up and pinched her left nipple, just as he clicked the shutter on the camera.
“What are you doing? What did you pinch your nipple for?”
“Well to make it hard silly? You wanted to show some excitement in the heroine, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, physical excitement, not sexual!”
“But you said your client wanted to see some breasts and nipples, well now she can.”
“Ummm, this feels a little weird, taking pictures of you squeezing your own nipple, whilst standing in front of me naked?”
“Hey, I’m not turning you on, am I?” Kirsty laughed again, but there was an edge now to her voice and it was a little shaky.
“NO…no…well a little maybe.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” she laughed, “I’d best go outside then and let you concentrate and cool down.”
Simon nodded and did exactly that, getting into the parts of the composition where Kirsty was not required. He was lost immediately in what he was doing. The twenty minutes passed very quickly without being noticed.
Having spent an hour in the sun on her front, sides and back, Ashleigh was getting very bored. Her level of excitement, like her nipples, had diminished. It was now obvious to her that Simon was not coming out. She got up and went inside for a fresh drink, noting immediately that his car was no-longer out the front. “Bugger! He’s not even at home! All that preening for nothing…” Disappointed, Ashleigh went upstairs and changed, coming back down to make herself something to eat and to watch something on the TV. She was in the mood for neither.
Simon had added in the God Anubis, the Egyptian God of the Dead, as well as Isis the Goddess of Motherhood. He had added a few other Egyptian items, but did not want to detract from the main characters too much. He had then started working on Kirsty’s bum and thighs. Using the pictures he had taken, to get the lighting and muscle definition correct. He had written some notes too, in the top corner about Egyptian dress, throne detail and hieroglyphics. Suddenly he heard a breathy voice in his ear that made him both jump and that covered his body in goose-bumps at the same time.
“Wowww! You have never done that much in 50 minutes? That is really good. I love the background and the deities.”
Simon was not aware just how long she had been there, but was very aware that she was a little too close for his comfort, particularly in her current state of undress. He dared not turn around, because he knew what he would be faced with. He was suddenly very grateful for his large box of pencils, which was currently sitting in his lap. He felt awkward and confused. Uncomfortable with her nakedness, so near to him. “Thanks,” he said a little meekly.
“You’ve even managed to make my bum look great and not too large. You always make me look good Simon.”
“Now look,” he said turning instinctively, realising too late that he had fallen into her trap. Because right before him at his eye level were her exquisite breasts. Looking golden-brown from the sun, and glowing with sweat from the heat of her sun-bathing. Strangely her nipples were standing firm before him. “There is nothing wrong with the size of your bum,” he said eventually breaking his eyes away from her wonderfully proportioned boobs, “or any part of you for that matter, you are beautifully proportioned and I should know. I have merely replicated in graphite what is already there. I have changed nothing. So, stop saying it is too big. OK?”
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