Life Art: On Display

Chapter 3

I took my turn in the bathroom, trying to freshen up and give myself a moment to unscramble my thoughts. When I came back, I noticed my wine was filled again and took a deep swallow.

Madeline asked Jeff to sit on the chaise, facing forward and far enough back that I could perch on the edge in front of him.

"Lani, drop your panties, please."

I must have shown my apprehension because she went on, "Don't worry, I'm not asking you to sit on him, not yet anyway." Her laugh felt mocking but could have been playful, I wasn't sure.

I took a deep breath, slid my underwear down my legs, and stepped out of them. Faking confidence, I went to where Madeline was standing by her easel and handed her the red silk scarf I had taken off for the bathroom. I held out my wrist and waited. She watched me for a moment as if trying to decipher my intent.

Finally, she wrapped the silk twice around my wrist and knotted it, not tight enough to hurt but enough that I couldn't slide out of it. Madeline gave me a playful grin, gripped the other end of the fabric, and led me to Jeff.

She positioned me between his legs, turned me by the shoulders so I faced her, and let her fingers slide along my collarbone. For a moment, I thought she would lean forward and kiss me again. I wanted her to. Instead, she mouthed the word 'sit,' and I did as I was told.

I slowly lowered myself between Jeff's legs.

He was already aroused. There was no room between our bodies. He had to shift his erection, so I didn't sit on it. Instead, his hard cock now pressed against my lower back.

His breath ruffled my hair as he whispered, "I'm sorry. You're just so damn hot!"

It wouldn't take much for me to lift a bit, position correctly, and sit. Flashes of riding Jeff on that very chaise just a week before inspired my juices to flow between my legs. I kept my knees together, aware that with no underwear, I would be incredibly exposed. For a moment, I pondered how differently this experience had been from what I had expected when I first answered the call for a nude model. Nudity? Of course, I had been ready for that. But nudity and sexually suggestive positions, with another model? I would never have shown up if she had explained in depth. Perhaps I should have asked more questions. But now that I was here, in this position, I found that being on display like this turned me on.

"Now, Jeff, wrap your arm around Lani's waist here, possessively. Lani, lean back against him and let your arm come up around his head. Let your head fall back, looking away from him. Nice."

She lifted my hair and arranged it around and behind Jeff. He shivered.

"Jeff, wrap that scarf around your hand a few times and hold it out away from her. You can rest it on the cushion."

I closed my eyes against the rush of heat. The scarf's tension on my wrist held tightly in Jeff's hand, his arm around my waist, and cock pressed between us was incredibly sexy. Madeline placed her cool, silky hands on my knees, and I opened my eyes to see her face bent close to mine.

"Lani spread your legs."

I complied under the pressure of her hands, silently willing her to kneel before me and bury her face in my curls. She squeezed my leg as if in acknowledgment of my thoughts and stepped back to observe.

Madeline picked up her phone, and a moment later, sultry blues played from her Bluetooth speaker. We held the pose long enough for our breathing, which had been awkwardly arrhythmic at first, to sync up into a steady flow of in and out.

Jeff's erection was just beginning to soften when Madeline put down her pencil and came over to us. I felt his cock twitch at her approach, and a quick rush of anticipation filled me.

"I'd like to try something a little different. This pose is beautiful, but I need it to be a bit more dynamic. I want to take some pictures."

I started to voice my concern, but she cut me off.

"Don't worry, no one will ever see them. They're just for my reference for when I make the final pieces. I don't usually like to use the camera. It feels too impersonal. But there is so much about this pose I want to capture, and I need you two to come alive with it. But if you're uncomfortable with that, we can keep trying it this way." She waited for us to give our permission. When we did, she clasped her hands together and said, "Fantastic!"

"Lani, turn your face up towards Jeff. Now, unless things have changed since last week, and tell me now if they have, I'd like for you to kiss. Keep that general position, but build up the heat again, and I'll capture it."

There was a stillness in the air, a pause as if the energy was waiting to see which way to flow. Last week Jeff and I had been as intimate as two people can be, but that was not under anyone's instruction. Now, we looked at each other shyly, both gauging how the other felt about her direction. Eventually, we did as Madeline asked.

Our kiss was relatively chaste at first as we tried to adjust. Madeline busied herself with something, I assumed her camera, so we were left to our privacy. We continued to nip and lick, and soon I got lost in the taste of Jeff's tongue. He warmed as well and began to rub his hand across my belly.

I vaguely heard the quiet clicks of Madeline's camera but brushed the sound aside. I was losing myself to Jeff's touch.

My breasts ached to be in on the action. I knew Madeline wouldn't mind. Jeff still had a firm hold on the scarf, and my one hand struggled briefly to pull the lace down over my large breast.

Madeline's cool fingers touched my right shoulder, slid the strap down my arm until my tit was exposed. She leaned forward and put her wet mouth on my nipple. Her tongue flicked twice; then she began to suck.

My body arched forward, willing her to take my nipple deeper.

Jeff pulled back from our kiss to watch Madeline savor my breast. She stopped when she felt him watching her.

"Please don't stop, Madeline," I said breathlessly, too far gone with desire for timidity.

"Don't stop what?" She toyed with me.

"Touching me, don't stop."

"Oh, don't worry," she said as she stood, "I want in on the fun this time. Unless there are objections, of course."

She paused, suspended in that motion of bending towards me to suck on my nipples. She knew I wanted her to continue, but she appeared to be waiting for Jeff. I felt him shake his head as a smile spread on Madeline's face.

Jeff and I both watched as Madeline pulled the green satin dress up her body and over her head. Underneath, she wore a red lace garter belt strapped to sheer thigh highs and nothing else. Her breasts were much smaller than mine, and I longed to feel them in my hands. Jeff began to loosen his hold on the scarf to let my hand free, but Madeline stopped him.

"Don't release her yet, unless, of course, she begs for it." Her playful, seductive smile turned towards me.

I bit my lip and pushed my breasts towards her in invitation.

She watched me for a moment and then turned, grabbing the basket from her shelf before coming to kneel before me.

My hips began to gyrate towards her, wanting her mouth, hands, any part of her to touch me.

Jeff's hand moved to my breast, lifted the weight into his palm. His fingers deftly found my nipple and gently began to rub. Oh, this was getting exciting!

"Now, Jeff," Madeline said as she pulled a square package out of the basket. "We're here to have fun, but I need you to be a good boy and wear a condom before you plunge that beautiful cock of yours into anyone."

"Of course," he mumbled as his hands worked my nipple. His cock was solid against my back. If it wasn't for my need to see what Madeline would pull out next, and for the hindrance of my arm tied to his hand, I would have turned around and sat on his cock, gratefully.

"Before we get to that part, I have some playing of my own. Jeff, release her wrist and unclasp her bra. Now slide it down her arms. We don't need that anymore."

My breasts were heavy with desire.

"Now wrap that scarf around your hand again," she said as she pulled out another one and tied it to my other wrist. "Take the other one in your hand as well and stretch out her arms. We don't want to hurt Lani. Unless, of course, you want to play that way?"

This last was a question to me, and I shook my head. Her smile acknowledged my answer.

I admired Madeline's ingenuity. There were no bedposts to tie my arms to, so she used Jeff. The fact that he was in control of how, or if, I could move my arms added some spice to the situation. He let our hands rest on the cushion, held out from my body, and kept the tension just tight enough to remind me of his power in the moment.

"Are you okay with this, Lani?" Jeff asked from behind me. His breath tickled my shoulder, and I shivered in response.

"Yes, I am."

I had never been tied before, pressed between two people wanting to touch my body, and I felt oddly safe. I sat on the edge of the chaise, Madeline between my legs. Jeff, whom I knew from experience had a deliciously filling cock, held out my arms in such a way that I was on display. My body hummed with anticipation and desire. I felt like a pressurized gasket about to blow.

Madeline leaned forward and kissed me gently. I wondered at the sudden turn of sweetness. Then I felt her hand move between my legs. Her finger plunged deep into my pussy, curling forward slightly and causing my hips to jerk.

I pulled away from the kiss, needing to steady my breath.

Madeline moved her mouth down to my nipple to suck, slid her finger slowly out, and smoothly plunged in again, with the same hip jarring flick.

Jeff, almost as helpless as I was for having to hold the silks around my wrists, kissed and licked at my neck and shoulder.

Madeline moved to my other nipple as her finger kept its excruciating rhythm. Her other hand squeezed my thigh. Suddenly she pulled back, holding her finger to its movements, and watched me. Her gaze was both unsettling and sexy.

"Look at me, Lani."

I looked at her and then let my eyes close again in ecstasy.

"Keep looking at me."

I did as I was told.

Her finger pumped, pressing against that magical spot inside of me.

I watched her fuck me. How could one finger make me feel this way? But it wasn't just one finger. It was her hand kneading my thigh, my arms held tight by Jeff, his teeth nibbling on the flesh of my shoulder. It was the way Madeline watched me as her finger plunged into me, the way her eyes told me she wanted to break me. I was so open, vulnerable, and unable to close my body to her rhythmic assault.

"Come, Lani. Spill on me."

I did. The next thrust and curl of her finger, and I exploded. Head thrown back, a yell escaping my lips, and Jeff braced against the jerking of my body. I could feel the hardness of his cock as he let his hips gyrate slightly, and probably unintentionally, rubbing his cock where it met my flesh.

Madeline slid down as she pulled her finger from my pussy. Her tongue licked along either side of my opening and twirled around my clit. She flicked at my bud, and I jerked with the excruciating overload of my senses. She drew it into her mouth and sucked gently.

"Oh god," I whimpered. Even though I felt drained, my body came quickly alive again under her ministrations. My swollen clit throbbed, and I realized I was breathlessly calling out with each suck.

Jeff, unable to stand it anymore, let go of the scarves and brought his hands to play with my tits. He squeezed and tweaked my nipples in his urgency.

Madeline's arms wrapped underneath my thighs and gripped as she worked on me, building me to another shocking orgasm. When it came, I pumped my hips towards her. Her head moved with me and continued to pull every last ounce of lust from my body.

My nipples ached with Jeff's teasing, and when Madeline pulled away, my legs closed, instinctively shutting against another onslaught. I needed time to recover.

Madeline smiled victoriously at me and gently asked me to scoot over.

On shaky legs, I crawled from between Jeff's legs. Madeline offered my ass a playful slap as I collapsed against the chaise back. It was time for me to watch.

Jeff seemed almost apprehensive at first as Madeline stood before him, eyeing his erection.

"Are you next, or should we call it a night?" Madeline eyed Jeff, and I wondered briefly if he would deny her.

By way of consent, he grabbed the base of his cock and held it out for her.

She bent down without much preamble, opened a wrapper, and rolled a condom onto his dick. She placed a knee on either side of him, grabbed his cock, and moved herself down onto him.

Jeff's hands gripped her as she bobbed up and down. His mouth fumbled to try and catch a nipple as she moved.

I had never been in the presence of two people having sex. They were both ridiculously attractive, but the chemistry seemed off. Jeff looked like he enjoyed it as most men getting ridden by a sexy woman would, but there didn't seem to be much passion. Madeline seemed almost bored.

She looked at me then and said, "Touch yourself," as she bounced up and down.

"What?" Jeff asked, confused.

"Not you, honey. You just stay put and let me ride you. Lani, touch yourself."

I did as she asked. Commanded, really, but that was oddly okay with me. I shifted so my pussy was in full view for her and slid my hand down to play with my curls. I was still painfully electrified and needed to ease into my touch. After a few moments of tickling myself and watching Madeline bounce up and down on Jeff, I let my fingers slide down and spread my lips apart.

"Yes," Madeline muttered. It was the first time she had sounded as if speaking were a struggle.

I took that as an invitation and slid a finger inside of me.

"Yes," she muttered again and sped up her rhythm on Jeff.

I matched her tempo as I inserted my finger into my pussy, rocking my hips to meet my hand.

Jeff let out a breathless moan as he came. Once he finished, Madeline pushed him to lean back so she could reach her hand down and rub herself, watching me the whole time.

When she finally came a moment later, it was graceful and almost delicate, uneventful compared to the two orgasms that had shattered my body. She patted Jeff's stomach and stood unceremoniously, then bent down to retrieve her dress.

Jeff and I lay there, unsure of how to respond. Now that the tension of our orgasms had been released, the situation felt awkward.

"I'm going to freshen up. I think we're done for the night. Go ahead and get your clothes on."

Jeff and I watched her leave the room. I sat up and went to rummage on the floor for my bra. He stopped me with a hand on my back.

"Hey, are you okay?" The sincerity in his eyes comforted me.

"Yeah, I think so."

Jeff leaned over and kissed my shoulder tenderly. "That was so sexy to watch you like that."

I smiled shyly, thinking of how I must have looked squirming against him, calling out in release. Had he seen me masturbating? Heat crept up my skin.

"I hope I didn't hurt you or anything. I didn't mean to if I did."

He looked so sincere, and I realized this must be a new experience for him as well. Perhaps he felt the same insecurities trying to move in.

"No," I put my hand on his cheek. "It was so hot. I enjoyed it."

We kissed briefly. It was not the passionate meeting of two lovers desperate for each other's touch, but the tender walk back to civility—an acknowledgment of what had passed between us, and perhaps the promise of more to come.

By the time Madeline came out, dressed in silk pajama pants and a loose tank top, Jeff and I had our clothes on and were awkwardly standing around, unsure of what to do. Madeline seemed almost surprised that we were still there.

"So, you two have been great models—just the best." She handed us each an envelope—our payment, I assumed. "I think I have everything I need from you both, so we'll leave it at two sessions. I have your numbers if I change my mind."

I had the sudden urge to cry. Why did this feel like a rejection?

Jeff, seemingly less affected, thanked Madeline for the opportunity as he accepted the envelope she handed him.

"I'll walk you out," he said to me.

"Okay."

I blandly took the envelope from Madeline's outstretched hand and looked questioningly at her. I wanted her to stop me, urge me to stay so she could explain what had just happened. I was still riding the oxytocin high from coming so hard, twice, and wanted to connect with the woman who made that happen. But she was casting us off. Discarding us as if we had just done her a service and nothing more. Perhaps we had. I was so confused.

As if sensing my confusion, Madeline came forward to lay a chaste kiss on my cheek. Before she pulled away, she whispered into my ear, "I'll call you."

Jeff ushered me out the door.

My legs wobbled on the steps. My thoughts lingered with Madeline in her apartment, the way her eyes had longed for me, how her fingers had brought me to an incredible climax. I stumbled with the recent memory.

Jeff quietly helped steady me as he walked me to my car. I was grateful for his kindness. I felt so many emotions battling for a hold. My first encounter with a woman had been wilder than I ever imagined, rousing in me a lust not previously experienced. And Jeff was of dream-like quality, sexy, attentive, and apparently open to play. At the moment, I wasn't sure how open I wanted to be if the parting felt like this.

I must have sighed heavily because Jeff pulled me into an embrace and held me soothingly.

"Can I see you again? Outside of class?" He asked me.

I leaned forward and kissed him. "Absolutely, just not tonight. Tonight I need sleep." This was true, but I also needed time alone to sort through this myriad of emotions. I looked forward to seeing Jeff again, but I knew it was Madeline I would be dreaming about that night.

THE END