Women of Temptation

byHeyAll©

The endless story possibilities excited her.

***

It was 5 pm that day when she showed up at John's store again.

"Marybeth," he said as soon as he saw her. "It's good to see you again. Unfortunately it's closing time. You're welcome to grab something if you make it fast."

"No thanks. I'm good. Just wanted to see how you were doing."

"Really? And why is that?"

She shrugged, "I don't know. You're fun to talk to."

"And apparently men like me are good inspiration for your book right?"

"That too," she replied playfully. "But honestly, I think you're fun to talk to. It doesn't hurt that you've given me plenty of things to write about, not to mention a new character."

"So I'm in your book?" he asked.

A mischievous look appeared on her face. "You'll have to read it to find out."

"Like I said the other day, you're a fascinating girl. First you expose yourself to the local repair man, then me, now I'm in your book. You've certainly brought a lot of spark in this quiet town."

"Wait....how did you know about the repair man?"

"This is a tight knit community," he smiled. "He stopped by my store recently and we talked. He's actually a friend of mind and he told me about his recent luck. As it turned out, the woman he described sounded a lot like you."

"Oh," she blushed. "That was also for my book. I don't go around doing stuff like this, you know, flashing people. My parents raised me to be a good person. This is just for my writing."

"I understand completely."

"You do?"

"Sure I do," he replied. "I'm an artist as well. I paint. Often times I would take long walks around town to see if anything inspires me. Once I see something that clicks inside my head, I go straight home and I recreate that image on my canvas."

"You almost took the words out of my mouth. I had an issue with writers block and my agent suggested I do the same thing. And here we are talking about it."

"So what are you up to right now? Have any plans?" he asked.

"None. What did you have in mind?"

"This is the day where I wait for an evening shipment from a supplier. I usually stay in the backroom and paint until he gets here. Do you mind if I paint you?"

She paused and thought for a moment. "Sure, why not? I've never been painted before. It sounds like it might be fun."

"It's fun if you don't mind sitting in the spot for an hour," he smiled. "Follow me."

***

Marybeth followed John to the store's backroom. She looked around and saw his artwork all over the walls. Some were random paintings he had made of images from around town. There were also numerous sketches of people's faces. Everything was expertly made and looked professional.

"Jeez, you weren't kidding about being an artist," she noted as she continued to look around. "This is some beautiful stuff."

"Did you expect anything less?"

"Are you asking me if I thought this was a ploy for you to see me naked? Yeah, I thought you made up the whole 'artist' thing just to get me undressed."

"Who said anything about nude portraits?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

She blushed, "Oh, I thought you wanted me naked for this. I mean, that's what artists want when they paint people right? That's what people paint in college."

"Mostly. But as you can tell by my artwork on the wall, I don't usually do that. I've never done a nude portrait before. People around here are too uptight for that."

"But it sounds like something you're interested in."

"That's a fair statement. I've always felt that the nude female form is the most beautiful thing on the planet."

She took a deep breath. "Would you like to paint me naked?"

"I was hoping you would say that," he smiled. "But only if you're comfortable with it. I'm sure you could write about this experience later for your book, and I'll have something new to paint."

"It's hard to argue with that logic. John, I'd love to be the first woman you've ever painted."

"Then we should begin. I'll turn around while you undress. It might be more comfortable for you. Have a seat on the stool once you're done."

John turned and gathered his art supplies. He prepared his paint as Marybeth unbuttoned her top. She was braless again. Once her shirt was off, she folded it neatly and placed it on a table. She took off her shoes, followed by her jeans and panties. Her heart raced as she stood naked ready to be painted.

"I'm finished," she said.

He turned around to look. It excited her that John's eyes looked up and down her youthful nude body. He obviously liked what he saw.

"You're a very beautiful woman Marybeth."

"Thank you."

"Those socks will have to come off though."

"Oh, right. I was afraid my feet would feel cold on the concrete."

"A full body portrait of a woman isn't complete without seeing her feet," he replied. "It's the perfect ending to a pair of nice legs."

She bent down and took her socks off, kicking them to side.

Once she was completely bare, she took a moment to enjoy the exhilarating feeling. She walked over to the wooden stool and sat on it.

"Would you like me to strike a pose?" she teased.

"How about something sexy?"

"I'm not very good at being sexy," she said with an eyebrow raised. "I'm kind of a nerd if you haven't already noticed."

He laughed, "Then about you give me an elegant pose? Show me what a good girl you are. You have a very angelic face"

Marybeth sat up straight and struck a pose like an old English aristocrat, with her legs closed, her hands on her lap, and she sat up straight. Her posture was perfect and her chin was held high.

"Something like this?" she asked playfully.

"Yes, exactly that. Now stay still."

For the next several minutes, John's eyes were glued to the young woman's body as he painted her image. He admired every aspect of her, and she took pleasure in being a full blown exhibitionist for the very first time in her life.

"So, I noticed that you don't have a ring on your finger," she asked, breaking the silence. "Got anyone special in your life?"

"Not at the moment. I was married for several years but it didn't work out. I guess you could say that I'm married to my work right now. And you? Anyone special in your life."

"Nope. If I did, I probably wouldn't go around doing this sort of thing," she joked.

"Not that there's anything wrong with this," he added.

There was a sudden knock on the door which ended their conversation.

"That must be the deliver man," John said as he put down his paint brush and palette. "Don't move a muscle. I don't want to lose this pose."

John walked over to the door before Marybeth had a chance to respond. A feeling of fear & excitement rushed through her body as the door opened. A middle-aged deliver man entered the room with the packages and his jaw nearly dropped at the sight of a naked young woman posing on a stool.

"She's a friend of mind," John said to him. "I'm obviously painting her portrait."

"Oh...well...uh...she's very pretty," he stammered.

Marybeth just sat there and smiled while the two men admired her naked beauty. She especially enjoyed the reaction she got from the deliver man. He was in a state of complete & utter shock.

The two men continued their business, signing papers and unloading a few more packages and crates. The deliver man tried to stay professional, but would occasionally catch glimpses of the naked Marybeth. Each time he glanced over at her, she would smile.

A part of her felt incredibly embarrassed for letting him see her completely naked, but it wasn't like they were ever going to see her again.

Once their business was finished, the two men shook hands and the deliver man left.

"Sorry about that Marybeth," John said as he went back to painting. "You struck the perfect pose and I couldn't lose it."

"No need to apologize," she smiled.

"So you enjoyed it? I thought you might. You looked nervous at first, but it was obvious you were becoming so much more comfortable. And it's all for your book right?"

"Exactly."

"So how did it feel?" he asked. "It must have been exhilarating for a secret exhibitionist like you."

Marybeth spread her legs wide open so that John could have a clear view of her open vagina. It was wet and it showed all the tell-tale signs of female sexual arousal.

"Does that answer your question?"

He nearly choked. "It does."

"Looks like my 'perfect pose' is ruined," she said playfully. "How about I paint you for a change? I'm starting to feel kind of awkward being the only person naked here."

"Trust me, you don't want that," he said with an eyebrow raised. "I'm old enough to be your father."

"But you're not my father. Unless there's something you're not telling me?" she joked.

"That doesn't change the fact that I'm more than twice your age."

She broke the pose and walked towards him. Nudity was no longer an issue for her and she was completely uninhibited.

"Do you think I care?"

"You never give up do you?" he asked rhetorically. "You're a very persistent girl Marybeth."

"If you say so. Plus I need inspiration for the ending of my book."

"Sounds like you had this all planned out. Did you have anything in mind?"

"Not really. But in my book so far, the leading lady ends up having sexual encounters with a guy named John who she recently met."

He smiled, "You're a very bad girl."

"Sometimes," she acknowledged. "But only if I have to be. I prefer playing the angel."

"You certainly look the part. I never would have guessed that you have such an erotic mind."

"We all do I think. It's just that most people are scared to show it. Now are you going to get naked or what?"

He knew there was no point in defying her anymore. He began to undress. With each article of clothing he removed, Marybeth's eyes examined his body parts. John was in decent shape but he looked his age. He folded his clothing neatly, and he also put them on the table next to her clothes. Before long, he was naked. They both were, and they didn't mind.

"Now what," he asked.

She smiled and held his hand, leading him to the stool for him to sit on.

"Have a seat and give me a sexy pose. I'm turning the tables on you mister," she said seriously.

"Looks like I don't have a choice in the matter."

Her eyes looked down and she noticed that his once flaccid penis was suddenly growing. It never stopped growing, and before long it became fully erect.

"Well, so much for being professional about this," she quipped.

"This is exactly what I was afraid of," he said, slightly embarrassed at his own arousal.

"I hope you aren't ashamed of having manly parts."

"Of course not. It's just not something that's appropriate between two artists. And like I said, I'm twice your age and old enough to be your father."

"Old or not, that's no excuse for having a big fat erection in the middle of a painting session. I mean, what respectable artist draws a portrait of a man with a hard cock?"

"So what exactly are you going to do about it young lady?"

Marybeth dropped to her knees, with John's penis just inches from her face.

"I don't normally do this sort of thing" she said playfully.

Both of her hands held onto the erection and she started to rub it.

"And what would that be?" he playfully replied.

"This."

Marybeth leaned her head down and took the tip of John's penis inside of her mouth. She sucked it gently and swirled her tongue around his head. After a few more swirls, her oral suction became even tighter and she started taking the hard erection deeper inside of her mouth.

"God, I haven't felt anything this good in a very long time," he groaned.

She took his cock out of her mouth and gently stroked it while she rested her chin on his leg.

"Neither have I," she smiled, "I guess we both got lucky finding each other."

She went back to sucking and bobbing on his hard penis. He moaned and savored every sensation of the young lady orally pleasing him. Before long, his storage room was filled with lewd noises of sucking and slurping. She took his cock as deep inside her mouth as it would go, and then she would repeat the process. Despite her prudish looking appearance, she had always had a fondness for oral sex.

"I don't think I can last much longer," he said while she continued to suck. "I can't keep up with a woman your age anymore."

"That's okay," she replied after taking it out of her mouth. "But don't forget that I'm using this as inspiration for my book. This would be kind of a shitty ending if you just finished in my mouth."

"You're a very bad girl."

She winked at him. "Only sometimes. I've been pretty bad lately which means you'll have to be a good father figure and discipline me. It's the right thing to do."

Marybeth stood up, turned around, and placed the palm of her hands on a nearby table. Her legs were spread. John knew she was ready to have sex, and what kind of man would turn her down?

He followed her lead and positioned himself behind her. A feeling of wrongness came over him as he guided his throbbing penis towards her vagina. The young woman was half his age and yet he was about to penetrate her. Compulsion took over him like any warm blooded human being and he was ready to give in to sexual temptation.

Her vagina felt warm and wet against the tip of his cock. He pushed it in and her body squirmed a little. Both of them were so overcome with lust that a little pain wasn't going to get in the way. His cock went all the way inside of her tight little hole. Marybeth held onto the table with a solid grip and John started to slowly have sex with her. He made his way in and out of her womanhood for both of their sexual gratifications. He squeezed her hips tightly and he really started to go at it.

"Oh shit," she moaned in pleasure. "Just like that. It feels so good."

Minutes past and he never let up. He felt young again having sex with a woman fresh out of college. At that point, the age taboo became a turn on for the both of them. It made the sex dirtier and more erotic. The hard rhythmic slappings of his crotch pounding against her rear end echoed in the small room.

Before long, he started to show his age and he was on the verge of the best orgasm he had ever had in many many years.

"I'm going to cum Marybeth," he whimpered.

"Not yet..."

She quickly took his cock out of her vagina and dropped down to her knees.

Her hand stroked him furiously and John's body gave in to its natural reaction. He was having an orgasm. His right hand gripped the table tightly in order to keep himself from falling over. Spurt after spurt of his orgasm shot indiscriminately in the air and he groaned heavily.

When it was over, he looked down to see Marybeth with a face full of his sperm. He had given her a facial, and her response was to make a cute expression to might light of the situation.

"That's an interesting look for you," he joked while still breathing heavily.

She smiled, "Don't be such a perv. You're the one who made the mess."

*** EPILOGUE ***

Three months later. Marybeth was sprawled across her bed in the evening while talking on the phone with her agent. She was completely naked.

"Congratulations once again," Lillian said over the phone. "The publishers love what you wrote and they plan on giving your book a decent sized promotional campaign. Not bad for a beginner."

"Thanks. And I owe a lot of that to you."

"Me?"

"Yeah you," Marybeth replied. "Remember that horrendous case of writer's block I had? The one where I was really starting to freak out over not finishing the book. Well, it was your advice that really pointed me in the right direction. I mean it really did lead to a whole bunch of little adventures that helped pushed the book forward."

"You took that seriously?" the agent laughed. "I actually made that up just to make you feel better. I'm glad it worked for you though."

She paused for a moment. "You mean....Jeez, all this time I thought I was using some sort of secret writing technique that the pros use."

"The truth is, many writers go through different phases and suffer the occasional writer's block. The story is deep inside of their mind somewhere and waiting to be found. Apparently you found something that worked for you and you should stick with it. Your story is amazing and the details are vivid. It's almost as if some of this stuff was real, and that's what the publishers love most about your work."

Marybeth smiled to herself. "You know something Lillian, you're right. I've found the secret technique that works for me. I had a real eye opening experience writing this book, and I have a few more ideas for future installments I'd like to write about."

The End

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