My Etchings - Starring Sabrina Asay

In my student days of idyllic figure study and continual daydreams, Zee (aka Sabrina Zee aka Sabrina Fuchs aka Sabrina Asay), posed for me. I had a reputation for doing erotic art and I'm sure that led to her decision to be my model. I think the viewed figure-drawing as a sensual experience rather than an academic one. She did figurative work herself to have a pair of eyes caressing her body. Unlike the others who had sat for me - who chose total nudity - Jeni chose to wear black gloves, thigh high stockings, black pumps, black panties, and a tight short silk slip.

This was not a neutral outfit.

My studio was very warm and the lights rather dim, except for the hot sidelight on Sabrina. As was my custom, we talked a great deal as I drew her. Both being student artists, our conversation naturally drifted to the process. During the talk her eyes kept focusing on my crotch, not in a fleeting way, but for extended periods, without apology. As usual during my drawing sessions, I already had an erection. I told her that I found my work very erotic and that I was a voyeur by nature. She asked me what a voyeur was, but in retrospect I realized that she already knew and wanted the conversation to go in that direction.

I explained to her that the sessions like the one we were doing were a powerful sexual experience for me and that after such times I would look at the art I had created and masturbate. Sabrina was becoming agitated, shifting her weight a lot while trying not to lose her pose. Her eyes upon my cock seemed to be gleaming in the half-light. We were seducing each other with words.

We discussed voyeurism for about an hour - our voices getting softer, our eyes brighter, my penis harder, and the room hotter. She said something about the head, and slowly, as he eyes slid down to my erection, her hand slid down to her silk-covered pussy. She pulled aside the fabric and began rubbing her clit. I in turn, unbuttoned my jeans, dropped them to the floor and took them off, pulled my erect penis out and began stroking it in rhythm to her movements.

God, I was so aroused. "Sabrina, I've been masturbating to you since I've first met you and have always wanted to tell and show you. You are so beautiful and sexy." She responds "I know sweetie, I've always known. I'm flattered that you do." I continue sliding my hand softly up and down the shaft of my penis while I admire and worship her body. Once my hand makes its way up towards the head, I release the index finger and gently put it on the frenulum and draw small circles on it. Ohhhh, that feels so good.

I got down on my knees in front of her, causing her to whinny like a horse and pull away. I assured her that I didn't want to touch her, but only wanted to see her pussy and hand better. "You're a goddess Sabrina. I'm honored that you let me drop my pants for you and stroke it while I look at you."

I started to thrust my hips into my hand while holding it still so she could see my technique. "I like that" she tells me. "It's like your putting your love into every hip thrust for me. Keep going, keep love thrusting for me."

"Yes Sabrina, I love fucking my hand for you. I'll be your hand fucker, your hand humper."

"You like doing this, don't you?" Sabrina asks.

"Yes," I respond.

"Say it" she says.

"I love it, I love masturbating," I tell her.

"Louder" she says.

"I love masturbating, I love masturbating!!!!!!"

She relaxed again into her masturbation. She was rather vocal, and reached orgasm with a great shudder. "Ohhhhhh, I'm going to cum!!! It feels so good!"

I came too, my penis bursting, shooting cum across her black pumps. "I'm cumming Sabrina, I'm cumming!! I love you, I love you Sabrina!! It's for you, all for you."

She laughed excitedly, and we stared at each other's genitalia as our orgasms subsided.

As she dressed I went back to my drawing. I thanked her, she thanked me, and she walked out. We never had another session, nor did we ever speak of it. I occasionally pull out the drawing and still find it excitable and filled with Eros.