[MF] The artist and the muse

A little context for starters. I (35/M) am an artist. Not my day job but a side gig that I take pretty seriously. I like classic subjects & styles, in particular, nude figure paintings. Most of my reference photos are sourced from Google images and instagram. But sometimes I’m looking for a specific pose, lighting setup, or piece of clothing that can be impossible to find.

A few months ago, my sister is home for a visit. She lives a few hours away and doesn’t make it back as often as she’d like. She texts me to meet her and her best friend Hailey for dinner and drinks. She and Hailey have been friends for close to 20 years so she’s almost like a little sister to me too. The night is uneventful enough. We tell old stories from when we were teenagers, catch up on what’s been going on in each other’s lives, etc. My sister brings up the subject of my art, asking me about some recent paintings that I posted on instagram.

Hailey, who is usually the consummate ball buster, begins to somewhat gush over my art. I didn’t know she was a fan. She tells me she’s especially fond of some of my figure paintings. Usually it’s the guys that like those so I’m a little surprised and flattered. The discussion goes to what ideas I have next for paintings. I describe a pretty specific idea for some large surrealistic figures that I want to do, but finding the right reference photos is so hard because of the specificity of the shot.

As the night ends, we are all waiting for our ubers outside. I tell my sister I’ll call her in tomorrow and hug her goodnight. As if waiting for her opportunity, Hailey brings up my painting plans again.

H – If it’s hard to find the right reference photos, why don’t you just take them yourself?
Me – I would, but finding the right model, willing to get nearly naked for a photo shoot for “some guy’s painting hobby” isn’t the easiest thing to do.

H – Define ‘nearly naked’?
Me – Ideally…just a thong.
There is a pause as if we both know what’s coming…
H – What if i do it?
Me – Would you feel comfortable?
H – As long as you don’t make it weird haha

At this point her Uber pulls up. As she’s getting in the car she looks back smiling and says, “Text me. We’lll set something up.”

A few days go by and I blew off her comment as her just being buzzed. But then I get a text from her a few days later.

H – Well…are we doing this or what?
Me – Doing what?
H – The photoshoot dummy.
Me – Full disclosure, i thought that was the wine talking.
H – Lol. Not at all. I think it would be fun.
Me – Got anything going on Saturday afternoon?
H – Nope. Your house?
Me – Yeah. Just give me a heads up when you’re on your way.

Saturday afternoon rolls around and I’m setting up the backdrop and key light and I can’t help but be nervous. I’ve done shoots like this before but never with someone so close to me.

Hailey gets there and she actually seems completely comfortable, almost excited. We shoot the shit for a little while and she grabs her bag.

“OK, i brought a couple of options.” she says, pulling out a handful of panties.

Here is the moment my heart starts to beat faster. She holds up each pair for me to see. Black lace, pink g-string, white seamless, and flesh toned.

“I’m torn between the flesh toned and the white seamless. Both are good options to be able to omit from the final painting” I tell her. She nods and pulls a little robe out of her bag and walks to my bathroom. A few minutes later, she walks back into the room in the robe and says, “You tell me what works”.

She reaches under the robe and slides off the black cheekies she wore there, and slips on the flesh thong. She lifts the bottom of the robe and does a slow turn for me.

I feel like at this point I should point out that Hailey is pretty beautiful. She’s 29, long light brown hair, green eyes and fair skin. She’s petite overall but has an ass and hips that are just big enough to seem slightly out of place coinsidering how small she otherwise is. Her tight yet curvy body is a painter’s dream.

“Hmmm”, I say squinting at her. She stops her turn and pulls them off. She grabs the white seamless thong and does a little shimmy on the way up to get them to fit right. Robe comes up and she does her same turn, this time I notices her eye are locked onto my stare while she smiles sheepishly. We are 5 minutes into this situation and I am already finding myself suppressing an erection.

“Definitely white” I tell her. 
“I agree. I think these make make my butt look cute.” she says looking back at it. All i can muster at this point is “Yep.”

We discuss the plan of the shoot. Without getting into too much technical detail, what I need her to do is get into a position, hold it for 3-4 seconds, then quickly shift different parts of her body to another position, and hold for another 3-4 seconds. I can tell as i’m finishing the explanation, she already understands what i’m needing her to do. Just before i finish talking, she unties and drops her robe as i’m mid sentence.

My heart pumps 3 times so hard that i wonder if she could hear it. She hops onto the posing table and starts to play around with a few of the positions we talked about. I let her get comfortable and start making camera adjustments. My settings are already in place. I’m just trying to look busy as I admire her. The key light in the dark room bathes her body in a warm glow, casting shadows that accentuate each soft curve. The warm light gives her nipples a deep red hue making them more pronounce against her skin. I can no longer suppress anything. I am fully hard and just thankful i can get into shooting positions that hide it.

We begin to shoot and everything is going well.  At one point, when she shifts into the position I described, it’s not quite right. She can tell by the look on my face that it’s not what i’m looking for.

H – Is this not right?
Me – I just need you to rotate and extend.
H – Just come place me how you want me.

This line nearly kills me. I walk over to her and explain how I need her to rotate her hips using hovering hand movements. She puts her hand on mine and presses them down onto her hip, looks at me in the eyes and says again but softer, “Place me how you want me”. I grab her hip/ass with one hand and the inside of her knee/thigh with the other and rotate her tiny frame into the exact position i have in mind. The firm, fast moting that I use to move her is suprising. She takes a sharp breath and her eyes get big. She smiles and says “Got it.”

For the rest of the shoot I take any opportunity I can to place her bodly like I want. I’m feeling her soft skin each time and there is an electricity in the room. After we’re done shooting, I sit on the couch with my camera to review the shots while she puts her robe back on. She nuzzles up next to me and says “I want to see”. She comments on one saying the white panties were a good choice. I agree, telling her that they are so thin, it will make my job painting her easy.

H – And soft too. Feel!

She pulls the robe up and presents to me the hip/pelvic area to feel. This is not a drill. This is not a test. I put my hand on her panties and almost immediately slide my hand down her thigh.

Me – This feels pretty soft too.

She leans in to kiss me and staddles me all in one motion. At this point, we have both been hoping and waiting for this moment for hours. Her hips are rocking back and forth, slowly grinding in my lap. Her hair is draped down over my face and I can taste the spearamint gum she was chewing earlier. I pick her up and spin around to put her sitting back on the couch. Starting at her neck, I kiss and taste her body as I move down between her legs. Kissing her inner thighs, I reach behind her and pull her panties off. She looks at me while rubbing her shaved pussy and says, “I wanted to look good for you”

She’s already wet as my tongue gets to her clit. She recoils slightly when I lick her as if a shock runs up her spine. My motion and speed ramp up gradually, delighting at her every moan. Right before she is about to come, she grabs my head and turns it up to her and says, “I want you to fuck me”.

I stand up and pull off my jeans and boxers all in one motion. By the time I stand up, she has alread turned around. She’s on her knees, leaned over the back of the couch, presenting the most perfectly wet pussy I have ever seen. As I start to slide my dick inside her, she rocks back against me and we simultaneously say, “Of fuck!” and both start laughing. The laghter doesn’t last long as my strokes immediatly change our laughter to gasps of pleasure. With one hand on her her ass, I reach up with my other hand and grab a handful of her hair. She lets out a loud grunting “YES!’ and I feel her tighten around me.

I can’t hold on any longer. I speed up my rhythm and instantly start cumming. The feverish pace and feeling make my legs weak and we both collapse onto the couch. She rolls on top of me panting and giggling and says, “Do you think we got some good shots?”

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