I was sitting on the grass in the art-school grounds. Hot beads of sweat ran down my tanned, dancer's legs. The sprinklers went off. I was drenched. I squealed with shock, but it felt so good I lay back & let the water cool me down. I felt a shadow & opened my eyes. Standing there was an older man, who offered his hand. Had he been watching me?
He introduced himself as the artist in residence, whose work adorned many major buildings in our city. He had been watching me. I bit my lip. He invited me to his workshop and placed his hand on my lower back. I felt his thumb gently stoke the top of my buttocks. His workshop felt dark & mysterious, he ushered me toward the back, & took my hand, passing it over the bronze nudes
He wanted me as his model. I didn't speak. He tilted my head back & stroked my lips. They parted. He reached down & kissed me. He undid my sarong. He kissed my breasts & traced his tongue down my stomach; I tingled all over; I lost control of my breathing. He pressed his face into my stomach & nuzzled me through my pants. I was so wet it shocked me.
He parted my legs & held my pants aside, licking me, slipping one finger inside. I almost came with excitement. "Would you like more?" I nodded yes. He turned me around & pressed me against his workbench, pulling my pants down to my ankles.
