1. In the Name of Art - Part IV


    Date: 6/21/2017, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: TheTravellingMan, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    as it was, there was the time out from between the sheets. He felt at ease with her, they shared a mutual love of the artistic, they could spend hours together and yet they would be gone like the blink of an eye. Harry struggled to put his finger on it but there was something beyond the physical. He knew he had to start at the beginning with this one. “Pen, let me put it this way, until a couple of months ago, I was a regular Joe. There I am doing my Masters and struggling to make ends meet. I like to keep fit…” “… and be a nude model and a naturist at the beach…” interjected Penny with a giggle. Her levity moderated the need for seriousness. “Well, there is that yes.” He paused. “Pen, it’s just, well, it’s tough to put into words, y’know?” “Try Harry, I won’t take offence. I think it’s actually impossible you could offend me.” That was the essence of her right there and it gave respite to his gummed up mind. With a deep sigh, he felt her reassurance. His sense of relief was palpable as he smiled. In his quest to provide clarity, his words would not be analysed syllable-by-syllable and weighed by the intonation of their delivery. “I guess that I’ve been holding out for a girl like you. I mean, erm, I’m twenty three. It’s always constant source of comment from my folks that I’ve never had a ‘serious’ girlfriend.” His discombobulated brain forgot that framing words with his fingers was somewhat vapid; the importance of getting his point across superseded that. He knew he was ...
    way outside any semblance of his regular sense of self. “So I’m the kind of wholesome girl you would take to meet your parents? I’m flattered.” Penny looked half-delighted, half-impassive; her expression of openness offered all the encouragement he needed. “So you are holding out for a girl like me, huh?” He paused again to finish his coffee. “Well Pen, I’m a bit of a bloke when it comes to … y’know?” “Oh I know, I can still feel your blokeishness right between my legs. I’m sure Lisa did for a few days too.” They both eased out a happy smile, a moment of serendipity that emboldened Harry.. “Well, the reason I was holding out for the right woman was that I knew my, erm, tastes were a little different. I guess that they not vanilla are they?” Penny nodded, “No, they are certainly not that.” If it wasn’t Penny’s collection of fetish wear that revved Harry’s motor, it was the places. In her studio, probably every square foot had graced their cavorting bodies in flagrante. Then there was the Director’s office, outside the nightclub, even in the bookshop’s disabled loo. The idea of someone in greater need while he urgently fucked her still left her with a slight pang of guilt. “No, I guess I am not vanilla Pen. How do I feel since that weekend? Amazing, alive, I feel, erm, oddly calm and composed.” “What you are trying to say Harry is you feel gratified, satisfied, content?” “Is this a multiple-choice question?” Penny laughed, “Your call.” “Well, I would opt for all of the above as ...
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