For Art's Sake

I said I'd like that, and wondered if I was supposed to pull my pants up again. I'd done my bit for art and much as I was ready for some relief after the strain of my "modeling", there had been no definite indication that was on offer. I sat up, found my underwear and slowly started to pull them on.

By now I'd forgotten that Christine was a demure tennis player who'd been all-business as she thrashed me and became driven by getting her naked and finding out how much further my opinion of her might change. Once I'd pulled my jeans on I hovered over her as she mixed some plaster.

She washed the mould in soapy water, saying the soap helped the plaster release when it was set, and set it aside while she gave the plaster a final stir. Christine carefully poured the white liquid into the gel mold, filling it up and propping it up between some empty paint cans. "There," she said brightly, "half-an-hour and it'll be ready. You want coffee? Can I get to a drink?"

We settled on beer and Christine produced two from a refrigerator. Our conversation was somewhat stilted and punctuated by my occasional anxious glances at the mold. That was where my inspiration came from.

"Have you ever cast yourself?" I asked in the most matter-of-fact tone I could muster.

Christine didn't get my question for a few seconds, then her eyes widened. "You mean..."

I nodded. "I just wondered. You know, maybe you were curious, or you did some tests with the gel or something."

That was the moment I knew. There was a tiny twitch in her eye and the edges of her mouth formed an excited smile. "You mean..."

"Yes." I gained confidence, and assumed the answer was "no". "I know it's not quite the same, but you should try it."

She could have muttered something and moved away. She could have dismissed my suggestion as a joke. I was prepared for either outcome, but the reaction I got was better than any I could have imagined. Christine put her beer on the workbench, grabbed a bag of gel pellets and started to prepare a new batch.

"I'd never thought of it." She looked me squarely in the eye. "But now you mention it... I really should try it. I hope you don't mind helping."

The atmosphere had changed again, from the gentle erotic undercurrent of the aftermath of my casting, the pulse of the moment was racing again. I watched as she vigorously stirred the jar and explained that she would use a larger bag and I could press the opening over her, forming the mold. The gel would be solid enough that it wouldn't simply run off her if she got the temperature and consistency right.

"Ready?" She handed me a bag and the jug of gel, picked up a glass of cold water and started to move to the sofa.

Despite the anticipation, I was thinking about the task at hand and doing a good job but as Christine sat on the sofa and started to pull off her jeans I was looking nowhere else. Her tanned and muscular legs were familiar from the tennis court, but the small white panties were all new. I unconsciously nodded approval and looked up to see Christine grinning at me. She had no hesitation in hooking her fingers into the elastic and pulling them away from her hips.

Christine's pussy was compact, tightly trimmed and she let her legs open easily to allow my eyes full access. I swear the room started to smell of her sex the moment she pulled those panties off, and that was a good thing.

She let me look at her for a while and when she mentioned I should mix and cool the gel, I was sure it was for practical reasons, not because she wanted me to stop looking. I poured cold water into the jug as instructed, stirred and poured into the plastic bag. She told me to work it with my hands until it started to stiffen, then to work the gel towards the opening of the bag. When I had the gel in position, she opened her legs some more and invited me to place it over her pussy.

When she moaned I looked up and saw her eyes were closed. I pressed the gel tightly around her and applied pressure to make sure the gel mapped her contours.

Christine sighed. "Wow, that felt quite nice." she giggled.

"That was hot!" I exclaimed, almost forgetting that this was art.

"You should be good to take it off now." she advised.

I pulled the mold away, looking at her pussy rather than the gel. When I did check the mold it was a nicely formed "negative pussy". "Looks like we got it." I told her.

I stood up and placed the mold on the workbench, then looked back, checking that she hadn't moved. "Let me get you something to wipe off with."

I took a hand towel from near the sink and let some warm water flow over one corner. Then I went back to the sofa, knelt beside her and started to gently rub her with the towel. As soon as I started to stroke her she sighed and sank into the sofa.

"That looks pretty good." I observed when I lifted the towel away. "Let me see." I let my bare fingers explore her gently.

My fingertips drew slowly up the line of her smooth slit, coaxing her to open wider and let her pussy lips push out. Her skin felt delicate and warm, her pussy looked awesome.

"Feels pretty clean." I observed.

"Feels pretty good." Her voice was breathy, close to panting. My finger moved to her pussy lips, running up between them and feeling a hint of moisture. "Oh my." she gasped. I didn't need more encouragement and worked my fingers up and down her opening. Slowly I worked my middle finger inside her pussy lips and began coating it with her juices. Christine sighed again as my finger slipped further inside with each gentle stroke.

By the time my finger was fully extended inside her she was raising her hips to meet my hand and urging me on. I started to brush her clit with my thumb and she moaned loudly. "You know..." she panted, "It was so hot doing that cast of you... I got all excited, and if you keep doing that I'll..."

I simply smiled and continued to push my finger inside her and rub my thumb over her clit. I'd never made a woman come so quickly, and the appeal of such a triumph in the evening's unexpectedly erotic atmosphere drove me to make her climax. As her neck arched back with rising pleasure I reached out with my other hand and slipped it under her shirt. She had no bra on and I found her firm breast and hard nipple easily. She moaned deeply when I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger.

She felt wonderful as I slipped my finger in and out of her hot pussy. Christine writhed to my movements and I loved the control she gave to me, letting me pleasure her.

I looked up as she opened her eyes and started at me. "Fuck, that's good." She almost shouted and looked down to see my hand pushing into her and rubbing her clit. "I..." her mouth opened. "Oh."

I felt her body tense, her hips rise form the sofa and then her muscles let go as her climax started. I felt my face break into a huge smile as she contracted around my finger... three... four times. My close-up was incredible, looking down at my finger disappearing into her as she came. I kept it tight inside her when she finally relaxed and slumped back on the sofa.

Her eyes were glassy as she looked up at me. "Now that... was pretty damn good." she giggled.

"I loved every moment." I agreed, pulling my finger out and stroking her pussy lips again.

She sat up, still panting, and put her arm around my shoulder. "But now I feel that you've been short-changed. Maybe I can help even things up a little?"

It was my turn to laugh. Is that an offer or a question?"

Christine swung up to a sitting position now. "Both. And this, in case you are in doubt, is an order... stand up."

I wasn't about to argue and stood before her. Her hands were quickly working on my belt and zipper. She had my jeans down and pants off in record time and as I stepped out of them and kicked them away she took hold of my solid cock. I undid my shirt and pulled it off while she made a few exploratory strokes. Christine smiled up at me and while she kept hold of me with one hand she pulled off her T-shirt with the other, revealing a beautifully pert pair of breasts with quarter-sized nipples that had been straining the material for the last half-hour.

I was just about to reach down and touch her when she pulled down hard on the shaft of my cock and pushed her mouth over me. The sensation of her lips closing tightly around me, her tongue rubbing me and her sucking was heart-stopping. As her hands cupped my balls and ran up my shaft I closed my eyes and gasped. Christine sure knew her way around a cock, and that was nothing to do with her art.

Her movements were debilitating and I was frozen to the spot as she sucked me, licked me all over and ran her hands around my shaft and balls. She pulled down hard again at the base of my cock, making me stand up and out, then she pulled her lips off me and slid away until only her tongue was in contact with me. She looked up with eyes full of impish pleasure to see if I was enjoying this. Then, as soon as she got her confirmation, she took me back into her mouth.

I felt like I wanted to stand there all day and let her suck me to ecstasy, but the reality of the moment was that I had to make a choice... come right there (I was only moments away, such was the intensity of the encounter) or reposition her so I could get inside that gorgeous pussy of hers. If only such choices presented themselves daily!

In the end the thought of slipping into her won over. Feeling her come around me and watching her close-up as she did were the deciding factors—I wanted to know what that felt like around my cock.

It took only the lightest touch of my hands on her shoulders to bring Christine's sweet mouth off my cock. As she looked up at me I saw that we were in tune with the next move and she wanted the same as me. "Like this?" she whispered, turning away from me, kneeling on the sofa and thrusting her pussy upwards for my pleasure.

It was the first time I'd seen her shapely bare ass and if there is a more welcoming sight in the world, I've yet to see it. Christine looked over her shoulder and smiled at me as I fingered her and savored the moment. Then I took hold of my cock and guided it to her pussy lips.

She felt tight, warm and slick as I slowly plunged into her. I watched as her pussy swallowed me, my pleasure rising as my cock disappeared. "That is so good." Christine sighed as my thighs bumped up to her ass cheeks. "God, I've wanted that so much today." She arched her back and encouraged any extra depth we could manage.

Again, it was hard to disagree with her and as I withdrew slowly I couldn't help but smile as her tight pussy pulled on me. "Stay slow." she encouraged. "It'll be better for you."

I fought the urge to slam back into her and settled to a slow rhythm. Each time I slipped out of her I reached down and ran my fingers across her clit. She was still swollen and I could tell from her reaction that she was close to another climax. I noticed the increasing aroma of her sex as we moved and began to feel those tell-tale tingles in my legs that meant I was also getting close.

Almost like she sensed it, Christine started to gently break up my rhythm with short movements back to meet me. Sometimes she did that, other times she reached out and scraped her fingertips along my balls. The constant variation postponed my climax for a few strokes, and then when it arrived it was huge.

The hot wave of pleasure that rushed through my body exploded in the bottom of my belly and shot outwards. It was longer than any other climax I'd experienced and for an instant felt like it would never stop. Then my body took control again and started to pump come into Christine's pussy. I kept thrusting and felt the flood of come wash into her. When I reached down to find her clit it was already dripping from her. I was panting hard from pleasure, not physical effort.

Christine stayed impaled on me while I rubbed her clit and felt her body start to tense again. I felt her try to open her legs wider by easing a knee off the sofa. She moaned for a few seconds and then her body stiffened as she came.

She slipped off me and we fell together on the sofa, coated in sweat and sex. I was still semi-hard and twitching. She took hold of me and pulled back my foreskin to reveal the purple head of my happy cock. We didn't talk for several moments, just caught our breath and let the reality of this wonderland sink in.

Christine moved first, swiveling to face me and straddling me. Her face was flushed, but very happy. "That was incredible." She leaned forward and kissed me. The kiss was strangely familiar, even though it was our first.

I lifted my hands to hold her sides. I couldn't help but grin. Her skin was warm, slick and alive. The moment was unforgettable. "I sure wish I'd seen that ad in the paper. I feel like I've been missing out on something very special."

"You've been missing nothing." she scolded playfully. "You're the first that I've... touched, even. I usually make them do everything by themselves, give them some printed instructions and take them behind the screen so I don't even see. But with you... well, I just felt that I'd like to do the best possible job on your cast."

There was no doubt in my mind that Christine had done the best possible job on everything that afternoon.