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Click hereBarbara had begun her career doing landscapes and portraits that although excellent proved to have a limited market. It was not the money that drove her creativity but a belief she held that she was brilliant enough to enjoy a successful living that was managed by her own worth as an artist and not by the dictates of another. For Barbara it was detrimental to everything that she could prove to her husband that she could operate independently without him, that she did not need the trappings of his wealth but could provide stability of her own. This she hoped would be more of a threat to him than any other she could give, that if he did not give her more of his time and affection then she was in a position to leave him and still maintain a comfortable life for herself.
By chance she had discovered that what she excelled in was anatomy and erotic art and was shocked at how well it sold. Not just locally, but all over the world there was a demand for her work from collectors who adored the way she could capture the ferocity of the sexual human animal onto canvas. Barbara was flattered by the attention her paintings received, especially from other artists who admired the sensual way in which she celebrated the naked human form.
She had spent the day in the airy confinement of her studio where she busied herself completing an anatomical detail of her own clitoris that had taken many weeks of discipline to perfect, such was the intricate form of the subject. It was an extremely graphic image and Barbara had found it a challenge to translate the vibrancy of the part and the light and shade of the smooth folds of pink skin that held within it's fleshy lips the small bud of pleasure that she so frequently serviced.
But her persistence had been rewarded as she had captured perfectly the glistening textures of her lubricated gland. Her hand rested at the top of the bushy mound, her fingers pulling wide open the moist lips of her sex, presenting the insides of her wet pussy to all who would look upon the erotic portrait.
To achieve this Barbara had sat naked upon a stool and had positioned a mirror between her open thighs so as to view with great clarity her most sensual part. Where she had found most difficulty was in maintaining her concentration on the work, as the image of her naked self with one hand touching her sex had aroused her persistently to the point where she had to masturbate vigorously so as to restore her attention to the task. In fact it was this that delayed her more so than the difficulty in capturing the dexterity and textures of her female organ, though once suitably relived she was able to work for another hour or two until her libido was once again ripe with desire from her own reflection.
Barbara stared at the painting a moment longer, tracing a finger along the image of her jewel to where her entrance lay, and thought of the many pleasures it had given her. Then she turned her attentions to another painting of herself. Though not graphic in any way it was an equally sensual self-portrait that Joanna was extremely fond of.
In the privacy of her studio she had taken a series of photographs of herself in a state of undress and had used these as the inspiration for her work. One such image showed Barbara on her knees with her back to the camera, naked but for a black scarf draped casually upon her voluptuous bottom. It was this she had carefully interpreted onto paper and had taken great care not to lose in translation the sensual pout of her mouth or the erotic ambience of the original that suggested a provocative sexuality.
Suddenly a flush of desire washed over her as she looked at these images and for a moment she was going to relive herself there and then on the studio floor. But she was disturbed by a knock at the door. Barbara knew it would be her friend Rachel so took her hand from out of her knickers and beckoned her inside.
Rachel lived in the opposite apartment and was soon to be married to the man she loved. She had arranged for Barbara to paint a naked portrait of herself, that she would then frame and give to her husband-to-be as a token of her love. This afternoon she was to pose for Barbara for the first time, although she had often acted unknowingly as a muse of sorts for her talented friend.
Rachel was in her very early twenties and Barbara thought of such ravishing beauty that when she painted she was often inspired by the stunning looks of her dark skinned temptress. She moved with a naive sexuality that suggested innocence, but that in fact betrayed her voracious appetite for sex.
At times when she had felt horny and alone and the dark cloud of frustration was upon her, Barbara had often considered seducing the pretty young Italian girl and taking her as a lover. But she had thus far resisted the temptation despite the obvious spark between them as she had not wanted to upset the relationship they enjoyed until she was sure her seduction would be complete.
Barbara knew from the intimate conversations they had shared that the girl had never before succumbed to a lesbian tryst, unlike herself, but was curious as to the pleasures that making love with another woman could bring. Joanna was convinced that it would not take much effort from her to turn Rachel, as there had always been an atmosphere between them that she could sometimes not explain, a mutual attraction of sorts she knew was strong whenever they were alone. If only she could be sure that the girl would respond to her advances then it would be to the complete satisfaction of them both, of that was sure!
So Barbara had let her fantasy remain just that but could not help enjoy watching the girl move through sensual eyes and found it pleasing to be a voyeur of her ample bottom as it sashayed seductively inside her tight jeans. As the girl approached her now Joanna adjusted her blouse so as to hide a meaty breast that had become exposed by the loosening of the garment, and from her wide smile Barbara wondered if Rachel was responding to the sight of her exposure? Her friend appeared
delighted to see her stray bosom but once again Barbara banished the thought of acting on her impulses and instead showed great restraint, though she would have been happy to fuck the girl there and then, considering that with her visit Rachel had denied her the pleasure of masturbating and was left to feel horny and ripe with desire.
Rachel stood next to Barbara, looking first at her friend
then at the newly completed painting and her face was
itself a picture of amazement. She was impressed with
what she saw and could not contain her delight.
"Hi Barbara. My goodness is that you? What a wonderful
picture! It's really beautiful" she exclaimed with genuine
admiration.
"Rachel, hi, yes it's me all right, you really like it?"
Barbara replied modestly as she played with her hair
nervously. She began to feel uncomfortably warm
underneath her robe as Rachel continued to flatter
her talents.
"Absolutely, it's gorgeous. But how did you capture
your likeness so well.? Is it all from memory?" she
laughed. Barbara coughed discreetly and cleared her
throat.
"No, I used these photographs for inspiration." She
gestured to the images of herself that were scattered
upon a small table. Rachel was open- mouthed on
seeing the risqué portraits of her friend.
"Barbara! You devil! What naughty photographs"
She paused to look at them in more detail then spoke
again, this time softer than she had before.
"But so lovely. You have a beautiful body. Look
at that, those legs! And you took these yourself?"
Barbara recognised the spark again and wondered
if Rachel could feel it too. If only the girl would give
her a sign, a gesture that would suggest how she felt
about her or a word that would give her the courage
to seduce her!
But for now she recognised nothing that allowed
her to make a pass at Rachel so would instead bide her
time well until the signals she read from the girl were
not as confusing as they now were.
"Yes. I have a camera with a self timer and a tripod,
it's easy really" she said with a demeanour that
betrayed her attempts to stay platonic with Rachel.
Then the young woman saw the painting of Barbara's
clitoris and squealed in mock outrage at the picture.
She put her hands over her mouth and stared goggle
eyed at the picture feeling slightly embarrassed , but
also pleasantly aroused.
"Oh my god! Barbara! Don't tell me that's you as
well?" she announced with bombast. Barbara was
nonplussed by Rachel's behaviour as she knew it was
an act the girl used to mask her true feelings and so
she did not feel obliged to lie to her.
"It is actually, but only you and I know that. Don't
tell me you're shocked by it?" Rachel shook her head
and moved closer to the painting, eyeing the detail of
Barbara's sex with curious wonder. Barbara continued.
"The one secret I keep from my customers is that the
female anatomy I paint is my own. I feel it is necessary
to keep personal feelings removed from the
relationship I have with them, to keep it strictly
business, and knowing the paintings were of my own
body might change that dynamic with some of them.
I don't want any emotional involvement with the people
who buy my work which is why I change the features
of my face so as to disguise the true identity of the
model. See there?" Rachel had become quiet again
and nodded sagely.
"It's wonderful..." whispered the girl, and Barbara
wondered if she meant the painting or her sex? She
was ever so turned on by the moment, of feeling no
shame as Rachel bit her lip while looking at the
enlarged image of her own flower. Was the girl
equally as aroused, and if Barbara placed her trembling
hand on Rachel's breast as she so desperately wanted
to would she succumb to her hidden desires and allow
herself to be seduced by Barbara's sensual touch? She
was not sure but could not allow the suggestion to slip
from Rachel's mind, and sensing a window of
opportunity made a suggestion that she knew would
at last determine the true nature of Rachel's feelings for
her.
"Listen" Barbara went on. "If you like my paintings
and photographs so much why don't you allow me to
take some similar shots of yourself today?" she said
as she stroked Rachel's hair and continued to plant the
seed of her intent. "You have a wonderful body and
such a pretty face, you'd be a natural...."She could
see that the girl was flattered by the appraisal of her
figure and almost shook with delight when Rachel
agreed to her subtle demands.
"Ok" she said, not once taking her eyes off the
painting. "I'd like that."
So Barbara led Rachel to her bedroom and
allowed the girl to change and prepare herself for
the shoot while she readied her own tools for the
task ahead. When she had gathered camera, film,
flashes and other instruments she knocked at the
door and waited nervously for Rachel's answer.
"Come in" Rachel replied at last. Barbara opened
the door gingerly and went inside. She was pleasantly
surprised to see that the girl had been busy preparing
for the session and looked nothing short of stunning.
Rachel wore a transparent sheer negligee that cradled
the smooth curves of her young body and was naked
underneath save for flimsy briefs through which
Barbara could see the dark shadow of her bushy sex.
Her trunk, lean and tanned, was complemented with
rich, abundant breasts and a tight stomach that gave
descent to her hidden treasure and long, endless legs.
Barbara was visibly impressed on seeing her friend in
such a state of undress and Rachel could only smile
coyly as Barbara gazed upon her nude frame
for longer than was perhaps necessary.
Although flattered by Barbara's silent appraisal of
her form, Rachel could not forget that her girlfriend
had in the past slept with a number of women, and
the thought that she might now be aroused by her near nakedness gave scope to both new and exciting opportunities. Rachel knew she was walking on dangerous ground but still she openly welcomed it. Would her curiosity now lead her headlong into harm? Whatever the consequence she could not help
herself. Rachel had thought many times before when they were alone that Barbara always stood just a bit
too close to her and held her with more than just friendly affection, but she liked the way she looked
at her, it made her feel special and adored. It was as though she was in love or lust, Rachel did not know which, but she had not in return been as requiting
with her own feelings, and so Barbara was left to
think that she was alone in her attraction.
But in truth Rachel was not immune to her charms and though she found Barbara irrepressibly desirable
it was only now, naked and alone in her bedroom,
that she felt able to impart her loaded desire. Was
this because the recent revelation that Barbara, only recently married herself, had slept with a stranger
when on holiday had made her advances toward
Rachel now seem more than just harmless flirting?
Now she had been unfaithful, Rachel could only
interpret Barbara's behaviour as something more sensual than that. Her predatory nature was a reality,
and Rachel was curious as to where this could take them.
Barbara was lingering still on Rachel's unashamed nudity so in response she began to tease her discreetly, pirouetting slowly and deliberately and allowing a glimpse her curvaceous rear. "So, what do you think? Do I look ok?" she said, toying with Barbara who was finding it difficult to resist the urge to pull down Rachel's pants and sink her teeth into her fleshy rump.
"Yes, you look wonderful, I..I'd best get my things ready" Barbara spluttered as she fumbled with her camera.
"See how easily the fish takes the bait!" thought Rachel. "I will cast my line again and see if she bites!"
"Do you want me on the bed or on the floor?" was the loaded question she asked innocently.
"The bed, please" came the weak reply. So Rachel sat at once on the corner of the firm mattress and, hesitating slightly, swung her naked legs onto the bed in slow, seductive movements. As she made herself comfortable, wriggling her bottom about on the large bed, Barbara could only look on helplessly and Rachel knew she was hooked already. Now it was time to reel her in!
"Like this?" she asked, her negligee rising above her waist as she manoeuvred her peachy buttocks to fleetingly reveal her bushy ventral.
"Perfect, yes" Barbara awnsered." Just give me a minute and we'll begin." She cursed herself as she
flustered with the camera bag, removing flashes and rolls of film in preparation for this already difficult shoot. Too soon had she become distracted by the sultry fox who lay before her with cruel promise, for with her pleasure came the fear that she would not restrain her passion if Rachel continued to arouse her so crudely. With urgency in her heart to end this sweet torment Barbara assembled her photographic equipment in clumsy haste but her sexy aspirant pursued furthermore her playful agenda.
"Do you really think I'm pretty enough to be model?" Rachel asked demurely.
"Oh course, you're very beautiful" Barbara replied.
"But do you not think I'm too heavy? My hips are broad, my bum's too big and my breasts are...well,
huge! Look at them!" Rachel demanded playfully as she felt the weight of her plump melons in her hands, then let them wobble heavily against her vibrant chest. Barbara did not have to be asked twice for she was already staring at Rachel's perfect globes, trying to imagine the feel of them in her hands. Their fullness caused them to hang loose and slightly low, but for all that they were desirable big bulbs of warm flesh.
"They're fine, really. Perfect. You're lucky to have such an ample figure. I think you're quite gorgeous
myself." Barbara responded quickly.
"Oh, thank you! You're so kind to me, you really are. You're always passing me compliments and you make me feel so beautiful. I'm so lucky to have a friend like you" Rachel exclaimed.
"Likewise. I value our friendship above all others. Now, shall we begin?" Barbara asked impatiently.
"Yes please. I'm all excited now, you've made me feel so good about myself I can't wait to begin!" Rachel stretched out on the bed as Barbara got behind the camera and trained the powerful lens on the tantalising young woman spread out before her, and as she took the first photograph with Rachel pouting moodily in response Joanna suddenly had a thought that made her quake with apprehension.
"Can it possibly be that after all this time Rachel is actually coming on to me?" She had never before seen Rachel behave this way, so openly flirtatious and aroused. The relaxed way in which she now writhed on the bed, rolling over to expose her pear shaped buttocks was not the Rachel she knew. Usually so restrained with her sexuality when in the company of women, the fact that Rachel had wanted to do this at all made Barbara's suspicions all the more legitimate.
Barbara could feel the spark again, like a surge of electricity between them, and this time she knew Rachel could feel it too. It was in the loose manner that she now conformed to, the questions about her body and the way she fished for compliments when usually she did not look for them. Something had changed that was certain, and although Rachel had at first unnerved
Barbara with her ambiguous games, now it all made sense she was not afraid. With her sexual ambivalence Rachel had tried to arouse Barbara to the point of frenzy, but now her intent had unknowingly revealed itself it was time for the rules to change. Barbara would not let Rachel get the upper hand. Things were about to get serious, and Rachel would soon learn who was the mistress in these affairs.
But for now she was ignorant to her own expose so tried once more to rile the passions of her amatory muse. She reclined further on the bed, her big breasts wobbling gently like two succulent jellies and drawing her legs upwards liberally parted her knees so Joanna could see quite clearly the thin material of her panties stretched tightly across her furry mound.
"Oooh!" Rachel cried in surprise as the breeze from the open window wafted coolly about her open thighs. "That feels nice. The wind is tickling me there." She briefly put her hand between her legs to motion the source of her delight then moved it quickly away. "I like that very much! Mmm..." Barbara continued to click away with the camera and seeing clearly what Rachel was up to tried to remain impassive. She would teach this young minx a lesson and have her begging for more!
"Could you keep still a moment please? You're wriggling about so much I can hardly keep the camera on you!" Barbara tried to appear annoyed and could hardly contain her laughter at the look of deflation on Rachel's pretty face. It was like she'd had the wind sucked out of her! But determined as she was to see Barbara on her knees Rachel continued with vigour to spin her web of entrapment.
"Would you like me to take my top off?" she asked naively, affecting a virginal manner that did not become her.
"Yes I would. Good idea." So Rachel sat up and peeled off the light negligee, casually tossing it to the
floor. She leaned back on her arms, her ample breasts sticking prominently outward as she stroked her shapely calves suggestively with her feet. "Thanks. Beautiful. Now, could you touch your hair for me? That's good, brilliant. Now, bring your hand down to your chest. That's it, gently now. Excellent."