Her Art Pt. 01

"If you leave it off, we can eat out on the deck and I'll take a picture of your bare back with the dinner and the lake view in front of you. I'll be in the picture, looking at you when the timer goes off. To send only to Beth, of course."

"So my sister gets this nice sunset picture of two lovers having a fantastic post-sex dinner. Only problem, one of us is her son."

I put the dinner plates down on the table and held a chair for her.

"You don't think she sent her horny 18 year old son up here to take care of his problems with his hand, do you? Especially since she knows he has been having sex with his regular girlfriend almost every day?"

Marie chewed on a piece of chicken, eyeing me in silence. She took a sip of wine and said, "This is all very good. I thought the usual plan was to feed the girl first and seduce her later?" Th smile was very engaging, and the erect nipples on her front bounced easily as she reached out and caressed my face.

"When's the last time you got laid?"

The eyes narrowed, "Why do you want to know?"

'Tell me."

'Last winter on a ski trip. He was nice. We had a lot to drink before."

"Did you come?"

"No."

"When I kissed you at lunch, you had a look in your eyes that had a message in it for me. I spent most of the afternoon figuring out that I'd turned you on and you needed a really good seeing to."

"Isn't that a standard, presumptuous guy kind of thing?"

I took another bite and let that hang out there. Then took her hand and kissed her fingers. "Can we skip the cliches and just agree that was great sex and we might want to do it again?"

She chewed her meat and stared at me. Then stood up, came around the table and climbed into my arms. "Yes, I agree. You can have me any time." She nestled herself into my neck and licked me. I tightened my hug and covered her bare breast with my hand. We rocked gently back and forth.

The moment passed and she reached for her wine. We finished the meal with her in my lap, feeding each other bites of dinner.

"What about the picture?"

"Let me think about it. Is she planning on coming up? Maybe we should scandalize her in person?"

"I have the impression that lawyers are hard to scandalize. They've seen it all and so forth."

"Yes, you're right. Besides that, she and I had a lot of adventures when we were at school together. But I'm not telling you any of those stories unless she's in the room."

We did the dishes and then cobbled up a nest out of mattresses and pillows out on the deck, since the former bedroom had been turned into a studio and painted.

I said, "It's too early to get in there, isn't it?"

"Yes, but let's snuggle and watch the stars for a bit."

Snuggling was nice. Anytime Marie wanted to snuggle was fine with me. While she went to find blankets and a duvet, I got us each a glass of dessert wine.

Sipping her wine and leaning back on my stomach, she said, "You've upended my existence, you know. I've spent a lot of time and effort organizing my life and focusing on my work. Guys and sex don't have a place in it, except once in a great while. Now here I am, with all my juices running, lusting after this young guy who gave me the best sex of my life this afternoon. And I dearly, dearly don't want him to leave. Silly me, I don't even want to let you out of my arms."

She turned and kissed me, gently but passionately. We lay there, her little speech echoing in both our minds. After a minute, I tilted her head back and said, "The stars are bright in your eyes tonight."

She pounded on my chest and said, "How do you use those awful Romeo and Juliet lines and get me all teary? Like I said this afternoon, it's not fair, it's just not fair. I'm regressing. I'm back in college in bobbysox. Another round and I'll be in high school!"

We hugged and giggled and played at being back in college or high school. I slipped my hand up under the fleece she had put on and fondled her breast, just like her dates did back then.

She said, "You have a very practiced hand. Do your girlfriends kiss you when you do that, or slap your face?"

"Mostly kisses. I'm lucky, I guess. One time a girl pulled my hand out of her bra, so I stuck it between her legs and squeezed. She hollered at me, jumped out of the car and ran into her house.

"You were, and are, a rogue, seducing innocent girls and women."

"You are far from innocent and if anyone got seduced today, it was poor innocent me!"

Marie propped herself up, laughing and pulling my hair. "You know what I'm thinking?"

"What?"

"I'm thinking of the sight of that big innocent cock of yours spearing my poor innocent pussy this afternoon!" She collapsed in a fit of giggles, after which she asked, "Does my sister know what an incredible lover you are?"

"My friend Laura was over last week. She and mom get on really well. I was working in the garage and when I came into the kitchen they were giggling like crazy over something and wouldn't tell me what it was."

"Does your friend Laura like sex with you?" Marie was nibbling on my ear and making me hard again.

"The first time she and I did it, after we were eighteen, she had a screaming, shaking orgasm. I thought I'd killed her or something. Then she said she had never come before, and please don't go away."

"Do you suppose she admitted to your mom that you made her come like crazy?"

"Mom has a good sex life, but she has been looking at me a little funny lately. Since Dad left, I am what there is of a male in the house. And then she came up with the idea of me helping you clean and fix up the cottage. Did the two of you talk about my love life?"

Marie had a firm grip on my hard cock. "No. Until I saw you this morning, I hadn't even had a sexual thought about you. Today has been one surprise after another. Big, strong, confident, sexy - I don't know what to say. Keeping the conversation away from you and centered on me. Getting all my juices going at lunch and then making it worse with the talk about a nude self-portrait."

I kissed her eyelids. She was half asleep after that pretty little speech. I wondered if an artist with her depth needed a full time man in her life. Probably not. To do her quality of work, you had to reach down inside. Like all talented people had to do now and then. I was falling asleep myself. Relax and enjoy this wonderful woman in your arms.

In the night, she got up to pee, and I followed. She reached back and grabbed my cock and pulled me into the bathroom with her. She made me stand in front of her as she released a flood of smelly piss into the toilet. Then it was my turn. As we washed our hands and did the toothbrushing we had forgotten earlier, she said, "Have you ever had one of your girlfriends pee on you?"

"No."

"You should, sometime. Outdoors, so it doesn't matter where it goes. Your mom and I used to get ourselves filled up with beer and go down by the beach and piss all over each other. Beth used to get on top and rub our fronts together in it and talk dirty to me."

We were back in bed and nestled back to front. I asked, "Are you and I going to get full of beer and try it?"

"I think yes. But you know what I'd really like to do is get Beth drunk when she is up here and both of us flood her."

"Hmmm. Let's sleep on that."

Over breakfast, I said, "We need a routine so you have uninterrupted quiet time every day. What are your druthers?"

She sipped her coffee and stared across the table at me. "Sex three times a day Painting in between. Food as needed." Her tight smile turned up at the corners of her mouth.

I stood up and put her hand in mine. "Come with me."

The early morning sun was just shining across the hood of my car. I held her back against my front and eased her dress up and off. My hands caressed her nipples, which were very stiff. She was spread out on the hood of my car in the first sunlight, legs very wide, and her ass beckoning me forward.

She was surprised when I pulled her back vertical, but laughed when a river of lotion appeared on her front. "You think this is for sex, but it isn't. I have a very expensive lacquer paint job on this car and it needs polishing. I bring my girlfriends to the car and have them polish it with their tits."

I had her front down on the hood, smushing around. I was standing close between her legs and she could feel my cock touching her pussy. I wondered if I could get her to come before I entered that extra-special cunt.

My hands were on her shoulders, making circular motions. I doused one hand with lots of lotion and spread it up tight between her legs. The lotion and her juice were creating a perfect polishing compound.

"That's it, honey, you should see how bright the finish is under you. Is this making you horny?"

She was totally relaxed, letting me be kinky. She knew it would not be long before the cock touching her pussy was jammed all the way up her feminine portal.

I turned her over and said, "This is actually a two-sided polishing technique. That beautiful ass of yours is now in charge. Show me some polishing action."

She burst out laughing, enjoying the foreplay. "When do we get to the main attraction?" she asked.

"I thought you'd never ask." I slid smoothly into her clutching cunt with the fancy muscles that liked to squeeze me.

Her arms were around my neck and her tongue in my mouth. I was fully engaged, and bumping my pubic bone on her clit with a succession of deep thrusts. I grabbed her slippery ass and pulled her in tighter. She was panting and cursing at me.

"Good for nothing bastard. I thought you said I was going to do art in the morning."

I had an evil thought as she screamed and shook and came all over me and the hood of my car.

I lifted her in my arms and went to the center of the new studio room. Telling her not to move, I quickly lashed her hands together and threw the end of the rope over the nearest ceiling beam. She was still trembling when I tied her off with her body stretched out and standing on her toes.

She opened her eyes and asked, "What are you doing to me"

"I'll be right back."

The morning sun on her body was spectacular. The lotion turned all the curves and hollows into a tapestry. I circled the room clicking off shots, looking for the best angles.

"Turn your head to the left and look at me. "Perfect." Click. click.

"Make a half turn so your breasts are in shadow." More great shots.

I got a duvet and a large towel and placed them on the floor underneath her with some pillows.

I let her down and arranged her limbs. She had painted models and done modeling herself and allowed me to do the positioning.

In another ten minutes, I had the portfolio for her nude self-portrait. I took her into my arms again and walked to the shower. A few minutes were needed to get all the lotion off, and let her juicy insides drain.

I brought fresh coffee out on the deck for us. She looked as calm and tranquil as the windless lake.

"Did you plan all that?

"Actually, no. After you started it with that pee story, one thing lead to another. But I think there is some raw material for your next painting in my camera."

"My nude self-portrait?"

"Yes."

"Honestly, Jason, I'm not sure my technique and my psyche are up to taking that on?"

She gazed seriously at me. I had my trunks on and my cock was behaving.

"All right. I'm confident you can pull it off. But here is a plan B maybe you will like. You call Beth and tell her the weather is fantastic, I am doing all kinds of useful chores, the new studio is incredible and she is to come at once for several days. No excuses."

"After we dispose of the inevitable excuses, and get her settled and a drink in her hand, you tell her the director of the gallery that does the best job of moving your art called and said he had a very well to do client who was anxious for you to do a nude, preferably a self-portrait. A commission of up to $100 grand might be possible. You're thinking about it, because the nude would be a new challenge, and because the commission would allow you to take on an artist in residence invitation you have been offered. You tell her that you asked me to take some pictures of you that might be a starting point, but you are not happy with the static images. You need a live model and would Beth consider being a body double model for your self-portrait?"

She stood up and walked over to me and climbed into my lap. "Jason, that is incredibly devious of you."

I kissed her and pushed my hand into her bikini top. She added, "About halfway through the session, you come back from sailing and stroll into the room. Beth is not happy, but I tell her he's seen us naked enough times that it doesn't matter, does it?"

"I get my camera and start taking pictures. The two of you are incredibly beautiful and incredibly turned on, especially when you realize I've gotten turned on too, and the head of my dick is sticking out the bottom of my shorts."

"So it is obvious we are going to have sex. But how do I get to finish the sitting with her?"

"I announce that I am going to make a pitcher of margaritas and when should I plan to serve it? That allows you to pick a time that lets you finish. I do go make the margaritas, but I come back a few minutes early. I stand behind you and don't say anything but nod approvingly. I lean over and kiss the side of your head, stick my tongue in your ear and slide my hand into the top of your smock so I can molest your magnificent boob."

Marie had my hand working on her firm breast and projecting nipple. I knew that if my hand ventured lower it would return wet. Marie was kissing me and quivering a little. She asked, "What is Beth doing, sitting there naked watching you make out with me?"

"She is in a total swivet because her body is hot for both of us, but she can't drop her lawyer-mother persona and let everything go."

"And we are going to fix that?"

"Yes."

"So you're creating a situation where both of us are having wild sex with you, and with each other, and no one is sure who seduced whom?"

"That's the idea."

She rocked and shook lightly in my arms, saying nothing. I sure liked the warmth and comfort of Marie in my lap.

"Can we look at the pictures you took of me this morning?"

"Yes. I only have the laptop screen, but we could get Beth to bring some more of my stuff, or I could go get it."

She liked the images, going through all of them fairly quickly and then starting over on the best ones.

"These are very nice. How did you get to be a photographer while I wasn't looking?"

"I've admired you and your work and found a photography course at junior college that the instructor let me take."

I flipped to one of the tied up shots. Her face was in shadow and not very visible. Neither were her feet or the floor. If the rest of the image, except for the middle of the torso, seen side on with breasts and buttocks in relief in the sunlight, were cropped out, it would be ethereal. Woman personified. Woman static, but not static.

"You like that one, do you?"

I put my hands on the screen to block the cropped parts. "That image. In black and white. In a tall narrow frame."

"Yes. I want to buy it."

I pinched and rubbed her nipple again. I could feel her thighs clenching. That meant only one thing. Making her look at herself naked was getting the artist turned on.

"You are trembling you are so hot."

"Yes. It's my foolish body, but it's your incredibly sensual images that are getting to me. So I blame you for everything. You are wrecking my day. How am I supposed to go up there and paint with juice running down my leg?"

"You ask me to please clean you up."

She jumped out of my arms, ran down the steps, across the dock and into the cold lake.

I put sneakers on and went to clean the storage room, which was a total mess. Two hours later, she called me to lunch. Everything was in a waterproof sack on the table. She looked at me, "Swim out to the float?"

"Yes. great idea. Is there sunscreen in here?"

The deck of the float was warm. We lay side by side, not rushing the food. Then she climbed on top of me and stretched out, head down.

"I've been thinking about new rules. Rules to help me get some work done."

She was very comfortable up there. "Tell me some new rules."

"No touching from 8am to 6pm. No conversation about sex or anything sexual in the same hours. No nakedness in the same hours."

She sucked in her breath, "No masturbation in those hours."

"More?"

"Probably. When I have time to think."

I turned us over, pushed her bottoms out of the way, and buried my tongue deeply in her pussy.

"Jason! Stop that. You can't do that out here in public. Stop. Stop. Stop, damn it."

I didn't, and she came in a minute or so. I hitched her bottoms back in place.

She was crying. Quiet little sobs. Suddenly, I felt like an asshole adolescent taking advantage of a wonderful woman who was also my loving aunt.

I sat up and gathered her in. She cried some more on my shoulder. Her top was loose and I went to help her with it and she tore it off and tossed it across the float.

"Please hold me, take care of me." There was a new burst of sobbing.

"Jason, I don't think you understand. I don't know how to handle us. I've never had a guy love me and hold me and tell me how beautiful and sexy I am. I've always had to fight my own battles all by myself."

She stopped, wiped her eyes, and went on. "So here I am, without any warning, having fantastic sex with this tall, strong young man with a big cock that gives me nonstop orgasms. He takes pictures of me naked that are incredibly good. He tells me stories that turn me on. He fucks me on the hood of his car in the hot sun and makes me feel like a complete slut."

Her voice ran down and she just quietly hugged me, sniffling.

She looked up at me with those teary blue eyes. "Shit, this is so stupid. Please forgive me for being such a basket case."

"Marie, I want to apologize. I'm the bad actor here. I came on to you way too strong. I didn't respect your privacy or your feelings. I've admired you for years for being so talented and so dedicated about your work. When you told me you wanted me yesterday, I just lost it. I'm really sorry."

She was standing up behind me, pulling on my ears and twisting my head around and pushing her sex into the back of my neck.

She spoke with a new smiley voice, "Now that we've laundered that, what about some lunch?"

"I was just thinking we could get some work done if we could keep our hands off one another during the day. But there is a small problem. My pussy urgently wants to sit on your cock and have you feed me."

She stepped around from my back and pressed herself against my mouth. For the second time in half an hour, I was lunching on Marie. She draped herself over my head and shuddered through an instant orgasm. I lifted up and pushed my trunks down to release my straining cock. She turned around with her back to me and gently eased her body down my front until I slid right into her, smooth as silk.

I reached for the lunch bag and handed it to her. She delved in and brought out the lunch while I carefully worked on her breasts and she periodically gave me a nice squeeze.

There were sailboats at the other end of the lake, and the sound of motorboats. She said, "Do you suppose if someone goes by, they'll realize you are inside of me?" She squeezed harder.

I licked her neck and said, "I can't imagine why they would. Have you ever come like this, with you and the guy just gently working each other in the lotus position?"

"No. Do you think it's possible?"

"I read somewhere that most of what creates an orgasm for both of us is in the head, not in the genitals."

"Hmmm. When you fucked me last night, it was definitely my bottom where all the action was."