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Artist -- chapter 1

Date: 8/1/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Charlotte_, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

again. The artist. I swear she can see my nipples trying to betray me through my lacy bra, through my red blouse. The washable silk my husband bought because he loves to touch me through it. I resist the temptation to cover my breasts with my hands or by crossing my arms over them, as I have to do all day at work. Instead, I sit and pretend to be looking at the sky, the trees just beginning to turn golden, the birds. Anything but her. And the blonde on the lawn. And the ghostly touch on my neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her as she nods to herself as if she has made a decision. She closes her pad, walks slowly but purposefully toward me. She quietly sits beside me on my bench. Doesn't look at me. Just sits there a minute. Then: "She's amazing, isn't she?" she asks without prologue. "I'm sorry?" "That girl on the lawn. You were fantasizing about her again." "I... what?" "Fantasizing." I pause, stare at her, taken aback. "Was it that obvious?" "Your breathing gives it away. Not to mention your breasts." She grins, and she opens her pad to show me today's drawing. The blonde is there, lying on the grass. Half nude. The cashmere is crumpled up like a pillow under her head in the drawing. I'm in the drawing too, in the corner, sitting on the bench, obviously aroused. One of my hands is covering my breast, but not for modesty; it's circling my nipple. My very erect nipple. "I like to watch ... you draw. It's almost like you're drawing on my neck." "I know. Well, I didn't know it was your neck. I just knew you were ... well, aroused by watching me. Or her. Or both." I swallow, try to make myself breathe again. "I..." I swallow again, try to calm myself. "I didn't even know I was aroused until today." I continue to look at the woman on the lawn. Anything but meet the artist's eyes. She smiles, reaches over to touch my neck. Soft, gentle strokes, upward against the grain of my hair. "You like having your neck touched?" I nod, unable to speak. "I do too." She's massaging my neck now with her hand, slipping down into my collar a little to touch my shoulder. I tentatively reach up to touch her neck. The little soft hairs are all standing on end. She casually lifts the pad as if to show me the drawing, but really so we can hide and kiss softly. Her mouth is so sweet. She smells of jasmine. And arousal. Her eyes are smiling as I open my lips and touch tongues with her. "I... I have to get back to work." She smiles. "Take the afternoon off. Call in sick. Tell them your sister's sick, your kid's sick, your husband's sick." "But, what do I tell my husband?" "Tell him you were modeling for me." "I... I can't." I look back at the woman on the lawn. She follows my glance, and nods at the blonde. "Maybe we can get her to come along too." Grins. "How?" She grins again. "I'll show her the nude of you."