“Good morning!”
He turned to see Helena coming out the kitchen door, her hair hanging down, wild and wavy. He saw she wore a thin black baby-doll nightgown with feather trim. He could see the outline of her figure under the thin fabric. She gave him a hug and kissed his cheek, holding him close. He put his hand around her thin waist.
“So have a good rest?” She asked and pulled him to the kitchen. She fed him granola and yogurt in a bowl. It tasted amazing in his mouth. She drank a cup of strong smelling coffee. After he finished eating, she led him through a long hallway with many paintings and drawings hanging on the walls between many doors. He wanted to stop and examine one, but Helena’s body in her nightgown proved too distracting. He could not help himself watching her hips sway, her big ass bouncing and pulling the thin fabric. He could roughly see the outline of her peach ass, and it made him stick out his tongue and pant mockingly but not out of spite, merely excitement and wanton lust mixed with confusion.
*My muse, oh baby! Please, please, please, Aphrodite! Please, Hermes! Please, take pity on me! What animal must I sacrifice to make this a reality!* His cheeks flush as his mind raced. He felt his thick cock growing in his shorts.
She opened double doors into a large room walled with enormous windows. Inside the bright glass room he saw numerous plants in planters and pots, everyone of them ornately painted or glazed pottery. In several pots grew lemon trees. Scattered around the room sat various bushes of different colored bushes. Bookshelves filled with books lined the corners of the room. In the middle of the room an enormous rug sat on the black and white checkered marble floor. A blue roman style sofa sat next to an easel, table with a palette and paints. He stepped into the room and looked over the table at an assortment of brushes and pencils, and all the assorted tubes of oil paint.
*Wow, these are nice paints. I have never had the money to purchase this brand, but I recognize this label. Maybe a thousand dollars in paints right here? These are all hand ground paint! Purest pigment in all these lands. Ha! Maybe I hit the jackpot after all.* He thought as he looked at each tube carefully laid in a row on the palette sitting on the heavy square table. Numerous canvases of varying sizes sat leaning against the easel. Far in the corner he spotted a stack of large canvases leaning against one bookshelf. Two canvases looked at least seven or eight feet tall and almost as wide.
“So will this serve as my studio?” He asked with a huge smile. She nodded as she crossed her arms.
“You may work in here whenever you like. You may paint whatever you like, but I do ask that we also stick to the planned commission. If you paint some landscapes, you can sell them to me if you wish. I always love a good landscape. But all the drawings of me in different poses, sketches, paintings and studies I definitely want so I will want those. I think I have enough paint hear. If you run out of the tubes, I also bought several jars of each color from that same paint producer, the tubes came free with my order of jars of paints. Feel free to use everything in this room… oh yes! We will use the sofa for my portrait and other things. If you wish, we can put a model stand under the sofa to raise it a bit.”
“Maybe, I cannot really tell right now. The checkered floor looks cool, so maybe no model stand yet? Thank you for the excellent paints and supplies. The easel looks great too,” He said.
“Oh yes, I forgot, the portable outside easel sits over there in the corner,” she pointed to a collapsed easel sitting against a bookshelf in the corner. She moved close to him and wrapped an arm around his waist, pressing herself against him. He felt her large tits pushing into his chest. He could feel her nipples through the thin fabric.
She walked to the double doors. Looking back at Nicholas she said, “You can use the grounds as you like. We will discuss at dinner tonight when you want have me pose, when you want to paint or draw. During this time, consider me your model. Whenever you want me to sit in here for you to draw or paint, just let me know. I will usually drop everything to come in here.”
He felt his cock twitch.
“Sounds good!” He continued to look over the provided materials, and she shut the door as she left the room.
Hills dotted with Cyprus trees and wild oak trees and olive trees, bushes and boulders outside his window in one direction. Out another window he could see the sea and beach and the cliffs surrounding the lagoon. He wandered to a bookshelf in a corner. Pulling a large book from the middle of the shelf, he felt the heavy, old, beaten leather binding of the book and the front face with an unusual symbol etched into the surface. He saw a nine pointed star that looked almost like a Celtic knot. Two snakes coiled around the star. He opened the book to find every page written in an old language using an unrecognizable alphabet and a peculiar typeface. The book felt strange in his hands. Hearing a knock on the door, he replaced the book and turned to look at the door. It opened and Violet and Lily entered.
Violet wore a short, pink and lavender flowery sundress, and Lily wore a similar dress but with nearly opposite colors: yellow and lime green. They slowly stepped into the room looking for him and seeing him standing at the bookshelf they smiled and Lily spoke to him.
“What are you doing today, Nicholas?”
“I thought I might walk around the grounds and take a look around in the hills and forest. Maybe do a few drawings. Why?” He asked.
“Just asking,” Violet answered. “Maybe see you?”
They walked back through the door and shut it behind them.
Nicholas reclined on the roman style sofa with his hands resting on his stomach. He relaxed and stared at the ceiling twenty feet above him.
***
Nicholas returned to his bed room to get his hat and sunglasses. He grabbed them and stepping into the hall he heard the sound of water running. He looked to the end of the hall and saw Helena’s bedroom door ajar. He slowly crept to it and peeked in the room, saw no one but heard the shower in her bathroom running. He leaned his head in the room.
“Helena?” He said quietly. With no reply he removed quietly stepped into the room and heard the shower running behind the bathroom door, also sitting ajar. He could hear the water splashing and dripping as though someone was taking a shower. He positioned himself to see in the open door, and after a few paces into the middle of the room, he could see into the bathroom and the shower in it. The shower had thick glass walls, steaming from the hot water.
He leaned further and saw Helena inside under the shower head with her back to him. He looked at her rubbing a soapy loofah across her back and between her legs, up and down her long, shapely legs, and her ass jiggled with each pass of her hands. Then she turned around, holding her head back, keeping her hair under the stream of water as she soaped up her enormous tits. He stared in awe at her massive breasts that seemed to defy gravity with their perkiness, standing high on her chest, wobbling and jiggling as she rubbed her loofah between her tits then all over them.
He started panting as he felt his erection growing watching her holding her huge tits with one arm as she soaped and massaged them with another. Her hands rubbed soap into her armpits, raising each of her arms above her head, her huge tits jiggling wildly as she did. She soaped her stomach and her bald pussy. He admired her beautiful mound of Venus, watching soapy water splash across it and drip from it. She turned and rinsed her body under the shower head. He saw her place a hand between her legs as she started to play with herself. She rubbed her clit with her fingers for a minute before she took the shower head and switching its setting, placed it directly over her pussy. She quickly began moaning audibly. He stared with his mouth hanging open as she tensed and pushed her giant tits together with her arms at her sides, then replaced the shower head on its mount. She pulled and played with her nipples in the water, then gave herself another quick rinse.
He heard her turn off the water and open the shower door. He turned quickly and tip-toed as fast as he could out into the hallway. He took a few long strides in the hallway before turning around at the landing of the stairs, and he saw her opening her door and stepping into the hallway holding a towel at her bust, another wrapped around her head.
“Hey there,” she said smiling at him. “What are you doing?”
“Not much, just came to get my hat and sunglasses so I can take a walk in the sun.” She looked at him for a moment then turned her back to return to her room giving him a fantastic sight of her wide hips, round ass and thin waist. He saw her whole backside bared to him as she walked through her bedroom door.
“Sure, just be back before sunset for dinner? And send Lily to oil me!” She spoke loudly to he could here outside her room. He saw her long leg push the door shut.
“You got it,” he replied loudly back to her. He descended the stairs and entered the lounge where he could see out on the patio where Lily and Violet sitting in wicker chairs reading. They both looked at him as he opened the door.
“Helena needs you, Lily. For an oiling?” He said, and Lily put down her book and marched inside, going through the lounge to the stairs. Nicholas turned back to Violet.
“Well, I am going for a stroll. See you whenever I return?” He half saluted her as he stepped from the patio onto the landing of the cliff side stairs and walked past it towards the trees on the hillside. He walked among Cyprus trees and scrubby bushes on the sometimes rocky soil. He kept walking beyond the group of trees and down a gently sloping hill to an open field. He could see the whole lagoon from the field. A few white clouds dotted above here and there, but the sun dominated the blue sky. He felt it warming his exposed skin and continued walking.
Wandering far beyond several hills, he came to one hill covered in trees where he could see another edge of the island and another house overlooking the sea. It was as equally elaborate as Helena’s, equally gorgeous. It had a large garden surrounding the building. He decided to move closer to see if he could spot anyone there. He got within several hundred paces of the building when he saw a woman walking up a long stairwell, similarly carved into the cliff, like Helena’s. The woman had rich skin, wild blond hair and a voluptuous body, just like Helena. He could not see her face, only her backside as she daintily took each step on the steep stairs.
*Did I walk all the way around the island or something?* He looked back and saw a familiar hill he had rounded to get where he stood. Pondering he moved closer.
He moved quickly from tree to tree, venturing further to the house, hoping to see this mystery doppelganger. When he could see her roofed porch clearly, he waited. She came to the top of the stairs and came into view. Her curvy body excited him and confused him. She looked almost identical to Helena, but something looked off, just slightly different. She walked completely naked toward her house. He could see her use an outdoor shower next to her backdoor. She rinsed her body then toweled herself dry. She stood looking out at the sea with Nicholas in her field of vision, but she did not see him hiding and peering at her from below in the trees. The bottom of her porch sat a little above his eye level and fewer than a hundred paces from where he stood.
Taking a bottle of lotion and squeezing some into her hand she began to rub her tan skin, massaging and rubbing into every inch of her full figure. He bent slightly as his hard dick pushed at his shorts begging to be free. She smeared lotion under each of her enormous tits and rubbed her nipples gently. After she had spread lotion between her legs around her buttocks, she doubled over as she rubbed her long legs. Finally, she stretched for a moment, lifting one arm over her head and leaning to one side, then the other arm and other side. She bent over at the waist and touched her toes, then still bending over, spread her legs. She ran a hand up and down each of her long legs as if to massage a sore muscle, then disappeared inside her house.
He watched for another moment, and after not seeing any movement, turned and hurried back to Helena’s. The sun had sunk low in the late afternoon sky by the time he saw Helena’s house again.
End part 3 / Continued part 4
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