I was doing the best I could to draw the lines of her shoulders and the proportion of her slender figure onto the sketchbook. The problem was that my excitement of seeing Diana partially clothed, was giving me a rigid hard-on and an unsteady hand.
"How's it going," she asks, looking demurely over her shoulder, her back to me
"Er, uh, fine. Can you turn a little bit more towards me?"
She turns only a bit.
We had been friends for almost three years, but had never had any kind of intimate relationship, other than a drunken kiss after a party, a few months earlier. It was enough to set a slow-burning, sexual fuse in motion
She had come over for a swim at the beach and dinner. The ocean had been invigorating, and dinner was pending. I had some sketch books laying around from an old figure drawing course in college. She was flipping through them as I was preparing food.
"I want you- to draw me"
"Nude?" I ask hopefully. "Well. No. Well maybe SOME skin"
"Now?"
"Sure why not, I can wait to eat, let's have some of that Chardonnay"
She went into the bathroom, removed her bathing suit and came into the room,
Wrapped in a beach towel. She turned on the bed, faced away from me and dropped the towel too her butt. I could barely see the full outline of her breasts from behind.
Now as she turned, I could see more of her breast, but not the nipple. Damn, this was killing me! She was lovely and her smile was thoroughly provoking. I worked diligently for about fifteen minutes, feeling the sexual tension in the air rise