A New Life Pt. 02

"I'm sure the Prof will have fucked you, and shot his load in your cunt before the course ends, Jo," Bill gasped as he was fucking me again himself, and we both came almost immediately, both of us imagining that it was the Professor's cock up me, rather than my husband's.

As I drifted off to sleep, I finally accepted that my husband was right: the time was rapidly approaching when I'd let another man fuck me, and the Professor was definitely the front runner.

Over the following couple of days, however, I realised that I couldn't go on exposing myself almost every day, else the thrill was going to wear of, as it became the norm. I needed something else, though, as the modelling and the topless bar didn't fill my days. In the end, I decided I'd try writing about my experiences, and some of my future fantasies as stories for Literotica, the site for wonderful erotic stories that I'd discovered by accident, but enjoyed reading so many wonderful authors.

Of course, given I'd told Bill he could only fuck me after I'd exposed myself to someone else, after three days, I was absolutely bursting to expose myself and get fucked, especially as Bill had made me promised that if he couldn't have me, I couldn't masturbate either. Enough's e-fucking-nough, I thought, and I decided to go into town for shopping and lunch, find myself someone to show my tits and pussy, maybe try on a few clothes, then order a pizza and let Bill fuck me when I'd given the delivery guy his tip.

I was absolutely buzzing when I got out of the car, opening my legs wide as I got out wearing just one of my front-opening dresses with only the centre buttons done up, but the only people around didn't look my way. When I got to Jacques' restaurant again, I undid my dress, tapped the window, and pressed my naked tits and belly against it.

Oh, fuck! I noticed lots of people at the tables, and I saw Jacques turn with a surprised, and rather frightened look on his face, and point to the window, where I noticed a sign saying that from earlier in the week, the restaurant was opening earlier for lunch service. With the combination of the adrenalin my body released, as I worried that there might have been people who knew me in there, and the thrill of showing my tits and cunt to a load more new people, I was tingling all over as I headed off to find a changing room, and let a few more see me.

Of course, Sod's Law meant that every time I left the curtain open a bit, some sales assistant came and closed it. Well, maybe it was just as well, because I was seriously thinking about masturbating if some guy was watching me. That would have broken my promise to Bill, and been awfully risky. I decided I'd try again after I'd got some lunch at the food plaza, my cunt wet and tingling as I walked through the mall.

I got myself a burrito, hoping that the heat of the chilli in my mouth would take my mind off the heat between my legs. Trouble was, I must have hit right on the peak time, and I couldn't find anywhere to sit on my own, so I started looking for anyone who might be worth giving a flash of my tits. I thought I was even going to fail at that, when I saw a sad looking woman sat on her own. Hang on, her face that looked familiar. Small build, black hair in a ponytail - it was the woman painter from the art class. Perfect!

"Oh, hi. Do you mind if I join you?"

"Um ... well ... do I know y ... Oh, you're our wonderful model, aren't you? I didn't recognise you ... um ..."

"... with my clothes on," I finished for her, laughing a bit too loudly, and earning some strange looks from the women chatting on the next table. "What's wrong? You don't look happy, but I'd be delighted if I could paint anything like as well as you."

People have always seemed to be prepared to tell me things about themselves that they wouldn't tell others, but I wasn't prepared for the outpouring of angst from the woman, after telling me that she was called Peggy Li.

She said that she'd spent the last twenty years being a full-time carer for her mother. She'd become paraplegic in the automobile accident that killed her husband, Peggy's father, and had such serious head injuries that she was only expected to live months, rather than the years she actually did. She said she'd started drawing to keep herself occupied while she watched over her mother, who had died a few months previously. Her mother left her a surprising amount of money, and Peggy thought she'd try to take up painting professionally, as she had no career, and only ancient qualifications.

"I knew it was called a life class, Jo, but I had no idea that meant a nude. I couldn't believe it when you came out with your ... um ... bits on show. I'd never seen another woman like that. I don't know how you could be brave enough to let strangers see you naked, not just women, but men as well."

Perhaps it was because she'd opened up about so much about her background, that I found myself being the one telling a stranger all about her secrets, as I told her about how I had discovered the joys of exhibitionism.

"Well, Jo, I've never had a man see me naked, and I don't think I could bear it. I'd just want to curl up and die."

"Who knows, Peggy? I'd never thought about it either, but since then I've discovered all sorts of things about my body and my sexuality. But ... going back to you, I still don't see why you're looking so miserable. Your painting looked as if it will be amazing when finished, and I'm sure that you're one of only a few likely to win the prize for the best artist."

"Oh. Well, the problem is that the way I paint takes a lot of time. I can't see any way I'll be able to finish it in the three sessions we have with you."

"But you can take it home and work on it, can't you?"

"Yes, but it doesn't really help. I can paint some things from memory, like landscapes and still life, but as I said, I'd never seen a naked woman with a body like yours. Even if I tried to use mine, it's so different from yours, I it just wouldn't work. I need to have you modelling for me for me to get everything right."

All of my frustrations, and the embarrassing, but thrilling, mistake with the restaurant window suddenly returned, setting off that now familiar tingling between my legs. "Oh, but what if I came and modelled for you at home?"

"Would you? Would you really? That would be amazing, Jo. Thank you so much."

"I'd be happy to, Peggy. What you'd done already looked fantastic, and I'd hate it if you couldn't finish it. What are you doing now? Why don't I follow you home and we could make a start straight away?"

We finished our lunches, then I followed Peggy to the parking lot to find her car, and we drove in convoy to her house. It was huge, standing in its own grounds, but inside it was full of old, dark furniture, making it feel gloomy, and bringing back memories of watching the Munsters when the children were young. I guess that was why Peggy had set up her easel in one of the bedrooms, where the light was a little better.

As Peggy squeezed her paints on the palette, I took off my dress, and took my pose on the bed, which fortunately had a hard mattress, so it was just possible to hold the position without wobbling too much. It took a bit of adjustment before Peggy was happy that I was close enough to the original position.

After forty minutes or so, it was getting uncomfortable, so I said I needed to stretch my legs and move around. Maybe it was the movement of my pussy over the bed as I stood up, but the tingling I'd just about learned to live with got much worse. I couldn't understand quite why, because Peggy was a woman, and I'd never, ever fancied a woman before, but I had an absolute demon of an idea come to me.

I walked over to the easel, and saw that Peggy had made decent progress. "It looks great, Peggy. But I don't think it's fair, is it, that I'm naked, but you're fully dressed? If you want me to carry on, you need to get naked as well."

"What! You're not serious, Jo, surely? I've never let anyone else see me naked, and anyway, I'm just a stick insect, so why would you or anyone ever want to look at me?" Peggy almost screamed.

"Well, I'm told that Picasso and some other famous artists painted in the nude, to make his sitters feel more comfortable. Anyway, it's just us girls, I'm married with grown children, and you've not just seen me naked, but have been staring right up my pussy for the last half hour. I'm giving up my time free, so it seems only fair ... but if you're not happy, I'll go home now and see you at the next class."

"Please, Jo ..." Peggy said, but I could see her fingers twiddling the top button of her blouse, so I knew she was thinking about it.

"Look, Peggy, I'm no fashion model, but here I am, my tits inches in front of you. If you really want to build a career as a painter, then just get your clothes off. Here, let me help ..."

I started unbuttoning more of Peggy's blouse. She looked me in the eyes, as she undid the button she'd been fiddling with. Her face went bright red as her plain silk bra appeared. I left her to finish opening the blouse, and moved my attention to the fastening of her skirt. It took just a few seconds before her skirt dropped to the floor, and with hardly any help from Peggy, I pulled her blouse off of her arms, leaving her standing in her bra, and matching silk French-style panties.

Her skin, now I could see more of it, was smooth, and just tinged with the olive-yellow colour of Asian skin, which with her black hair and facial shape gave evidence of her partial Japanese parentage. There was not an ounce of spare flesh on her, and her waist was tiny.

"Please, Jo, let me keep my undies on. As you can see, there's nothing worth looking at underneath."

"I love silk, Peggy, so I'm almost tempted, but no, if you want me to stay everything has to come off."

I made as if I was going to reach around to undo her bra, but it was just a feint, and I grabbed the loose legs of her panties, and pulled them down to her ankles in one smooth movement. Oh God, as my face went past pussy, I caught its scent. It was spicy, more aromatic than mine, and as it was the first time I'd got the full scent of another woman, it took me by surprise when it set my own pussy tingling and leaking. It wasn't just the scent of her, but the full black bush of pubic hair, and despite that, the sight of dark-skinned pussy lips hanging down through it.

When I stood up and looked at Peggy's face, it seemed even redder than it had before. "Well, now I've seen your pussy, which is beautiful, so lose the bra, Peggy."

"You fu ... frigging bitch, Jo. Alright, I told you I didn't have anything worth seeing," she said, undoing her bra, and throwing it at me.

At first I thought she was right. Her tits were barely B-cup, but they were firm symmetrical, and had small, dark areolas, with, to my surprise, long, stiff nipples.

"But they're lovely, Peggy. And your nipples are giving away that you aren't entirely hating showing them to me. Anyway, millions of women would be glad to have such a gorgeously slim figure. But you've come through, so get your paints ready, and I'll get back into the pose."

I must have held my position for well over an hour, not noticing the discomfort as I found I was increasingly enjoying watching Peggy's naked body. She was so small, both in height and build, but there was something about her black ponytail, her almost black nipples, and the equally black triangle of her pubes that fascinated me. Her tits barely jiggled as she moved around her canvas to position her paintbrush or to take in a different aspect of me, but I was hypnotised by her bush and the way her pussy lips appeared and disappeared between her legs. I was so absorbed with watching her that it was she that called a halt.

"I think that's all I can do for now, Jo. I need some of the areas to dry a bit before I can overpaint the details."

I managed to straighten my stiff legs, and climb off the bed to walk over and look at her progress.

"Wow, you've done a lot, Peggy, and you really have caught all my embarrassing bits so well," I said, smiling. "I think you paint even better in the nude, and I think you started to enjoy it as well, didn't you?"

She turned to say something, her mouth open, but as she turned her arm brushed against one of my breasts. Something seemed to burst inside me, so I never got to hear what she was going to say, as I pulled her to me, and planted my mouth over hers, pushing my tongue into it. I could feel her firm little tits pushing into me, mine seeming to almost be resting on top of hers, and I could feel her tight, flat belly pushing against my pussy.

At first, she seemed to resist, but then I felt her relax. Suddenly it hit me. I was kissing another woman, and our naked bodies were pressed together. What the fuck was I thinking of?

I broke the kiss, feeling embarrassed as my face reddened. "I'm so sorry, Peggy. I'm not a lesbian, and I've never even kissed a woman like that before. I don't know what came over me."

That wasn't quite true, because my cunt was tingling like mad, and my body was screaming out for sexual stimulation.

"It's alright, Jo. You said that exposing yourself made you horny, and you're right, it's made me feel that way too," Peggy replied, grabbing me and kissing me back, with even more passion than when I'd kissed her. "And isn't it true that Picasso, Matisse, Gauguin and all used to fuck their models, saying it added something to the painting?

"Oh fuck, Jo, I've never had sex with a woman, but I want it with you. What the hell do we do, though?"

"Nor have I, but you've masturbated, haven't you? So, I guess we just masturbate each other. God, Peggy, I want to feel your gorgeous tight nipples in my mouth."

It was only as I said it that I understood just how badly I wanted her. Until I saw the other topless waitresses getting changed, I'd never even looked at another woman in a sexual way. I'd sucked my own breast when Bill was making love to me, but it was really all about getting him aroused. I mean, what man isn't turned on by a bit of girl-on-girl action? It was pleasant, but it didn't really get me going. Certainly, nowhere near the way Peggy's tits were driving me mad with lust.

I wanted so badly to put my mouth over one of her firm little orbs, and feel her stiff nipple against my lips and my tongue, that I just pushed Peggy's tiny, light body back on to the bed, and fell over on top of her. My aim was perfect. Oh God, the feel of that wrinkled, stiff, yet pliable flesh in my mouth set my cunt on fire, and I grabbed Peggy's hand and dragged it down between my legs.

I forced myself to just gently stroke her hairy pussy, pressing enough for her to feel it on her clit, but not to open her labia. No, when I opened her up, I wanted to look inside, wanting to investigate the colours of her slit, and look into the opening of her vagina.

Peggy either didn't have my self-control, or maybe she was simply more interested in the feel of another woman's cunt than the look of it. I felt her fingers pushing my lips apart, then touching the inside of my slit, which I knew must be slimy and wet. I thought she might finger me, but she headed the other way, up towards my clit. Shit, I'd never really thought about different ways of masturbating, but she was working my clit in a way I never had.

I usually rub over the top, then circle around it, moving right up to the front of my slit, then sliding back to my hole before rubbing back along the full length of my vulva, then pressing down hard on my clit. But Peggy was pinching and squeezing my clit between her finger and thumb, and it was fucking magic. I felt the pressure building up inside me, working towards the explosive release of my climax.

I just couldn't resist looking up Peggy's cunt any longer, so I released her tit from my mouth, and twisted around to get my head closer. I made sure, though not to pull Peggy's fingers out of my gash as I moved. I brought my other hand around, and pulled open her gorgeous dark lips sticking out under her black pubic hair.

It was so worth it. Her lips were dark brown all the way along, but on the inside the colour rapidly changed to a wonderful salmon-pink, which itself became a brighter pink around her hole. Oh fuck, her cunt was absolutely beautiful, and I slipped two fingers up inside her. She was so tight, I could feel her opening clenching on my fingers, convincing me her vagina was almost totally unexplored territory. As I entered her body, I felt my hair being grabbed, and my head was pulled back, dragging me back up the bed.

Our faces met, and a bomb seemed to go off inside me, as I saw the raw lust on Peggy's face, before she kissed me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Oh fuck, it was marvellous. My fingers were inside another woman's vagina, my thumb was rubbing against her clit, our breasts were pressed hard together, and more than anything, another woman's fingers were playing tunes on my clit.

There was just one more thing I wanted, which I knew would make me come. I pulled back from the kiss, and wriggled up the bed until my tit was over Peggy's mouth, and I pushed down, forcing my nipple inside. I loved my tits being sucked, and Peggy responded wonderfully, closing her lips around my nipple and sucking hard, as her fingers did something to my clit that I couldn't analyse, but which sent me over the top. I squeezed my fingers and thumb together, crushing the full length of Peggy's clitoris between them, aiming to take her over as well.

I felt her sleek body twist and turn under me, and her lips released my nipple as she groaned against my breast, which was bouncing against her face as I jerked around under my own climax. Oh God, it felt good, but at the same time I struggled to accept that I had just had my first lesbian sex experience, and had enjoyed it. A lot. Was this being unfaithful to my husband? I knew he'd have loved to watch another woman fuck me, but would he ever forgive me for doing it when he wasn't there?

When we pulled apart, I had the same mixture of satisfaction and embarrassment I'd had the first time I'd let a man fuck me. I also saw that we'd spent a lot longer having sex with each other than I'd realised, and I'd need to get a move on before Bill got home. I grabbed my dress and shoes, flung them on, and kissed Peggy goodbye. She looked as embarrassed as me.

"Um, thank you, Jo. It was wonderful, my first time. See you at the class in a few days? You're not going to hate me now, are you?"

I reassured her that I wasn't, and given that she was still naked, my body had already started to respond to her again, but I drove straight back home. It would be too much of an anti-climax just to expose myself to a delivery guy, and I wanted to reassure Bill that I still loved him, and though I was sure that from now on I'd want to fuck another woman, that I hadn't become fully lesbian, and still wanted him.

I checked there was a good bottle of white wine in the fridge, and I prepared everything needed to make chicken carbonara, one of our favourite pastas, then texted Bill to tell me when he left the office. When he got home, I had the table laid, the wine poured, the pasta boiled, and the chicken cooked and in the sauce. I rushed out of the front door, naked, flinging my arms around him and kissing him."

"Hi, Jo. You look lovely. What have I done to deserve this attention?"

"It's not what you've done, darling. Guess what I've been doing this afternoon?"

"Well, darling, that looks like a streak of paint across your pussy, so did you let the Professor fuck you already?"

Oh shit, I hadn't spotted that. What a giveaway. "No, if he does, I want you there to watch? No, have a sniff at my fingers, and take another guess?"