I am blonde and blue eyed, 5ft gal, 120 lbs, nice figure with a huge set of knockers. The guys in high school like to call me cleavage or bbb, Big Busted Bitch. Bitch because I didn't put out. I was waiting for the man of my dreams to pop my cherry. I went to a private all girl college and worked hard that first year meeting new friends. The Ana came and I got a job as a life guard at the beach. One of the other girls from school got a job at the same beach so we roomed together in a cottage just a walk from the shore. It was great the sun, earning money, sexy men and freedom from parents eyes.
It was there I met Brett. He was a fellow life guard, 5ft 9" tall athletic built, longer brown hair, brown eyes, drop down gorgeous. He was 27 and Brett lived not far from us but he closer to town. This was his permanent home, he grew up here, not like us Ana girls. During breaks Brett and I talked a lot and found we loved the same music, but I was surprised how much he loved art. I loved art too but not in the same way Brett did, it was his passion. One day Brett said, "I have a small studio inside my condo where the light is perfect in the morning and I do my best work. Would you like to come by and see it?"
I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. We made plans for Friday evening after work. I couldn't decide what to wear. He was use to seeing me in my swimsuit which covered most of me, except for a lot of cleavage. I decided simple, red halter dress that covered my breast, no bra so the my nipples would show through when they got hard. The dress showed the silhouette of my shape, my curves. My legs were shaven and I added lotion to make them smooth. I put on my red silk panties and beach small red heels. I was ready to meet Brett. I got in my little zippy car and drove to his home.
I knocked on Brett's door. He opened it, carrying a rag while wiping paint off his hands, wearing no shirt, jeans with different splotches of paint all over them and no shoes. I had to catch my breath just from the sight of him, my voice almost a whisper, "Hi."
"Glad you stopped by," he said almost sounding like he didn't remember I was coming.
Disappointed I said, "sorry I interrupted your work. I can come back another time."
In his husky voice he replied, "no, I was just putting some finishing touches on one of my pieces. Come in I'll show you."
I followed him into his studio. He had never described the type of work he did so I was a little shocked entering the room. Colorful pictures of women everywhere, some clothed just faces, some bare chested draped with cloth around the arms, others were women's pussies open pink, puffy like a flower. They were beautiful, capturing the essence of each woman he painted. "Brett, these are beautiful, I bet these sell."
"I'm glad you like them. I have been studying you for quite a while. Your features, your body, breasts swaying as you work out. I want to paint you."
"Me?" expressing my surprise.
He walked over and lightly kissed me on the lips. Ohh this felt so good. I kissed him back and he put his tongue passionately into my mouth. I was loosing any control, I thought I had.
He untied my halter dress and it fell to the floor. I stood just in my red panties, full tits exposed, nipples hard and wanting more. He kissed me everywhere. Behind the ears, putting his tongue into my ears, slowly moving down my shoulders little kisses tantalizing till he reached my breast. His lips were full pressing, nibbling my skin, taking my erect nipple all the way into his mouth. Sucking it, running his tongue in circles around the nipple. I moaned, struggling to stand up. "Ana, let go, let me have all of you. Don't think just go with the moment. You are such a passionate woman let me have you here, now."
