She was magnificent. Long and tall, her beauty fit an Amazonian quality. Well over six foot tall with flowing red-brown hair a person could not help but take a deep breath. Her tight jeans and brown boots showed legs long and firm, begging to be in a mini skirt. But what drew the most attention was her super tight yellow sweater, sans bra that shown two perfect 39 DD breasts that moved and bounced with every move she made.
It was a rock concert filled with women trying to get the singers to look at them. Many were wearing low cut shirts, push up bras and anything else that showed tits to the performers on stage. But the redhead Amazonian made the others seem flat chested. She moved and bounced her 39DD's in such a way that the entire crowd seemed to have a rush of silence when the sight of her body came by.
I never knew who she was. For that was over fourteen years ago and all that I have of my memory was the life size painting I had done of her. A collection of my work was on display at our local museum. I had over twenty paintings for show, yet this one drew the most attention. Women's and religious groups protested it, two men tried to steal it. And it was the most talked about painting in the museum in years.
I called it "Modern Day Sweater Girl" my tribute to her. I painted the yellow sweater with her tits sticking out just as I had seen many years ago. Every detail was caught on the wall size canvas, I was trying to make up for something I was too shy to pursue in my younger days.
One afternoon I was answering questions to a boring couple when I felt a flash inside of me. A striking tall women came in the building to study my painting. Her hair was wrapped in a scarf, loose fitting clothes hid her figure, dark glasses covering her eyes. I went to this women and asked what she though when I noticed strands of red-brown hair trying to escape from underneath the scarf. I though, "no it could not be, could it?"
She spoke, "May I ask who this work is about?" I replied that it was someone I had seen only once but had never forgotten. She then asked where and I told her about the rock concert many years ago. Taking off her glasses, the redhead respond "I think I was the subject of your work." One look at her face and I knew she was right. I was lost for a moment and then finally said "This is my tribute to you". With a smile, she put out her hand and answered, "thank you, my name is Lynda, with a"y" not an "i". A friend told me about this painting, I had to see if for myself." I shook her hand and asked, "how did your friend know it was you?" Lynda, still looking at my painting, turned back to me, "for one thing, no one else ever wore a outfit quite like that I am sure of. And your work is very real and life like. You really capture my image, you are a very good artist."