Overnight my thoughts hovered constantly upon Laura's proposition and the utter delights it offered. There was no doubt that she would be a fantastic fuck, but there was another quality about her as well, her striking beauty exuded a captivating sensuous mixture of playful eroticism and adventure.
She could have known nothing at first of my own predilections for such pursuits and I sensed in her surrender to my seduction on our very first encounter that this was a novel experience for her heightened by the coincidence of our mutual sexual sympathies. Her knowing responses in viewing my erotic artistic efforts signaled a nature so like mine that I craved to explore every nuance of our compatibilities, erotic and otherwise.
That I had often, but not always, seduced my models into the casual satisfactions of our sexual appetites was of course quite inevitable considering the nature of our endeavors. But in this new adventure with Laura I sensed the promise of something even more satisfying than the satiation of my lust for her exceptional beauty, for indeed I seemed to have fallen in love with her at first sight. That her husband had his own designs on the lithe little Mae next door was no surprise. The girl was gorgeous and she had all the charm of budding beauty and seductive innocence flowering into the sexual sophistication that I had captured in my numerous renderings of her erogenous self-pleasuring, sensations that Laura clearly knew only too well herself.
What enticed me was Laura's willing complicity not only in bringing the girl to her husband's bed but hers as well. I longed to pursue Laura's bisexual inclinations with her and wondered if this was another new adventure for her or a remnant of her past? There was no doubt she was serious about Jack fucking Mae. But could I arrange it, and would her husband actually surrender Laura's beauty to my lust if I did?
Taking the opportunity to putter about in my front yard on the day following that incredible first meeting I hoped to encounter Laura again. To my delight she emerged from the house with her husband and she introduced me him. He was a husky rather handsome fellow, casual, likeable and ready for the Saturday night barbecue. I put his age like mine in his middle forties, perhaps fifteen years or more beyond Laura's late twenties, and his build dominated her petite beauty.
We chatted about the neighborhood and the barbecue, and then he offered his thanks for my painting of Mae. "Does she come to your barbecues?" he asked.
"Regularly," I answered, my gaze flitting to capture Laura's for a moment and I read her amused interest. "Mae and her older sister always gave me a hand cleaning up afterwards, but her sister just got a job in Chicago, so Mae's is living alone now."
"She looks pretty young to be living alone," Jack observed.
"Yes" I nodded. "She has all the charm of flowering puberty in that luscious little body, but she's a bit older than she looks. She's eighteen and just finishing High School."
Jack nodded silently his mouth pursing expectantly. "I'd be happy to give her a hand cleaning up after the party," Laura volunteered.
"I know she would very much appreciate your help, Laura. I'll give Mae a call and tell her that you will give her a hand," I offered.
"Yeah. Do that!," Jack enthused, "Well, see you Saturday," he finished grasping my hand for a shake, and taking Laura's arm he ushered her to their house where she paused on the front steps offering me a little wave of her hand and a purse of her lips into a quick kiss. For the rest of the day my attention was totally focused on the comings and goings in the stucco house across from mine. The street was narrow, our tidy small front lawns offering an intimacy with my new neighbors. In the evening I caught glimpses of Laura and Jack, in the lights glowing brightly in their living room, and that night I glimpsed the beauty of Laura's naked sex offered below the partially drawn shade of their bedroom window above their front porch.
She lingered there for a moment her finger finding the bulge of her prominent clit, teasing me with her tempting touch before turning her beautiful butt to my gaze and then the light winked out and I was left forlorn while she fucked with her husband.
In consolation my thoughts turned to Mae, and sorting though my collection of works I found a canvas of her that I had painted at the outset of her modeling for me. It was a pose she had spontaneously taken when she had shed her clothes for the first time and stood naked before me, her hand shyly shielding her vulva, an expression of uncertainty upon her lovely features.
Indeed her face radiated the impression of early adolescence, but shorn of her garments there was a delicious curvaceous ness in her body, a subtle perfection in her proportions announcing what lush beauty she would offer in the future.
Dark haired, dark eyed, with flawlessly beautiful ivory skin shorn of every vestige of hair she was clearly a sexually precocious young lady from the shapes of her bountiful breasts and prominent nipples; the delicious swell of her mons; the prominence of her hairless pudenda; and the shapeliness of her little buttocks revealing an adoloescent sweetheart blooming into lush womanhood.
My mind churned with the various possibilities of seducing Mae into Laura's propositions without a revelation of anything promising even as I mused over Laura's motives in this affair. In any case to my sheer delight it was obvious Laura was as eager to fuck with Mae and me as I was with her and Mae. But would the girl go along with surrendering her virginity to both Jack and Laura?
As I worked to frame this painting I relived the experience of getting Mae and her sister from our weekly barbecues to my modeling stand. Both girls were lovely and the sister had aspirations for a career in fashion modeling, aspirations that I was able to advance with a connection I had in a Chicago modeling agency.
In gratitude Sis yielded to my desire to capture her beauty, and in time I was able to talk her out of her clothes and pose her in the nude. Over time she also gave in to my intentions to explore her erotic sensibilities and capture them on canvas, and I found her utterly delightful as we worked together and she surrendered her charms to my needs.
Often Mae would accompany her sister to a modeling session and lounge about my studio observing the progress of my paintings and her sister's acquiescence to the poses I wanted.
Studying the two girls together I was struck by the delightful contrasts in their charms, Mae's exquisite youth contrasting delightfully with her sister in the full bloom of young womanhood. So one day I proposed that they both model for me in the nude and to my delight Mae agreed.
Shyly at first, and under her sister's tutelage, Mae learned to pose and offer herself to my brush. Now that I had her utterly naked and was able to study all the intimacies of her lithe luscious figure I was thoroughly impressed with the delights of her youthful charms and the rich fullness of her fresh delta and vulva so perfectly shaved that it now appeared never to have sprouted hair.
Clearly Sis had prepared Mae for what was to come, and in time I was even able to offer the girls in a series of paintings suggestive of lesbian erotica, which they found utterly hilarious and I found delightful.
I then determined to explore Mae's individual beauties the way I had her sister's, and of all the poses that I put her in the one that most satisfied me was a view of her lying on her tummy with her knees drawn up to lift her buttocks and expose the full bulges of her labial lips between her slim thighs, while she stared back at me so that I could catch the mixture of shy wonder and excitement in her expression. Mae's sister in watching the focus of my efforts was well aware of what I was trying to express and was deliciously helpful in persuading Mae to cooperate. "She needs to spread her buttocks and let the fullness of her sex show," I explained.
"Oh, go ahead and get her the way you want her," Sis laughed with glance at me, and a knowing lift of her eyebrows.
Then for the first time I touched Mae, just as I had her sister, and in the most intimate of all places, caressing my hand over the curves of her buttocks, spreading them with my fingers to find the succulent swell of her sex and stroke it into the prominence that it deserved.
