The Train Station, Pt. IV

Last we checked, Ranal and Cece, the homeless beggar, were on their first date and getting to know each other better at Frank’s Bar & Grill. Ranal had learned that Cece indeed did have a past, however, she was an intelligent woman and she was quite stunning in her own right. Besides having actually really nice, porcelain white, smooth skin, she also had beautiful turquoise-green eyes and a spectacular ballerina-like figure. Back at her ‘place’, she had just decided to make herself more comfortable in front of Ranal, proceeding to become fully naked.
“Oh my god, wow”, thought Ranal to himself.
Cece had a perfectly shaven or waxed (he couldn’t always tell the difference) pussy and a lengthy statuesque figure that seemed to stretch upwards for miles. Moreover, she wasn’t skinny, but she had very subtle, feminine curves. Cece paused, while still fully nude and looked Ranal in the eyes, seemingly unaware that she was totally nude.
“What do you think of my place?”, she asked.
“Uh..uh…it’s lovely”, called back Ranal.
Ranal was unable to think or speak clearly. All he could do in that moment was stare at Cece’s amazing figure. Ranal had seen plenty of naked women but she was something altogether different. He didn’t know how to read it. She was just so sexy. Cece went over to a cardboard box, which was her dresser, and pulled out a pair of loose-fitting shorts, and a t-shirt with a logo of an alligator that said Lacoste on it. She slipped on the shorts and the t-shirt and giggled.
Cece walked over to her bed where Ranal was relaxing. She laid next to him and propped her head up with her hand. She smiled and looked him in the eyes.
“I’m curious”, said Ranal. “You said you needed help before. But, what exactly do you need help for?”
“Look, you see where I’m living. This is not easy.”
“I get it. I get it.”
“I’ll see what I can do. I’m not a sugar daddy.”
“I didn’t say you were, and I’m not looking for one.”, she fired back.
“There’s one thing, and I can’t quite get it off my mind. This is so awkward.”
“Never mind. I’m not even going to say it.”
“No, say it. I want the truth.”, said Cece.
“Well, it’s just a moment or two prior you just undressed in front of me.”
“Yes I did”, answered Cece. “And not everyone gets to see that.”
“Can I see it again?”, he asked. “I swear, I’m not a creep. I, I..I’m an artist and I’m studying the human figure.”
“Oh, you want to see my boobs.”
Without any further questioning, Cece peeled off her t-shirt and sat upright. She matter-of-factly held them in her hands. Ranal stared on in wonder. Her boobs were a work of art, not the gigantic, unnatural, silicone stuffed melons so many other women had. Ranal sat up and leaned forward to kiss her. Cece shot her tongue out and began passionately making out with him.
Ranal reached his hand forward and placed it on her breast and began feeling it. Cece was into it, and he began stroking her long, brown hair. Cece had beautiful, silky, healthy hair.
Ranal pulled back for a second and gazed into Cece’s eyes. “Can I, um, see your bottom too?”
“You want to see here?”, said Cece pointing at her shorts.
Cece shot straight upwards and peeled off her shorts while shaking her butt lightly to wriggle the fabric off. She put her hands over her sternum and ran them down her chest until they were at her sides.
“Wow”, exclaimed Ranal.
“Do you want to see the back too?”
“Sure”
Cece did a 180 and while still standing, Ranal saw the arch in her back and he noticed just how much her ass stuck out. Cece separated her legs slightly and then bent over. Ranal touched his groin and felt his penis getting ever harder.
“Did anyone ever tell you, you’d make a great artist model?”, asked Ranal.
“You mean like one of those people that gets paid to stand there naked while people draw theml?”
“Yes”
“You draw?”, asked Cece
“Yes, I’m kind of an amateur artist but it’s my passion.”
Ranal sidled over to his backpack and unzipped the outer sleeve. He took out an artist’s sketch pad and flipped it open.
“Oh my God, you did these?’” asked Cece stunned.
“Yep, it’s a form of meditation for me. It helps me to relax.”
Cece looked closely at the sketches of first a bowl of fruit and then a nude male model with shadows casting over him. She flipped further and saw the nude female models.
“Are these all done with pencil?”
“Yep.”
Cece, still laying there naked, flipped through the book.
“I wish I could do this.”, she said. “I can’t draw my own ass cheek.”
“You can. I’ll teach you how.”, said Ranal.
“I suck at that stuff, and I’m too embarrassed to even try.”
“If you’re here tomorrow, I’ll bring you a sketch pad I have and some supplies. You just need a little bit of practice.”
“Thanks”
“You said before that you thought I’d make a great artist model?”
“Uh huh”
“Why?”, asked Cece, seemingly bewildered.
“A lot of people today just don’t have a defined form, and often can’t hold a pose for very long.”
“Your figure is classical. It’s actually perfect for life drawing. And, it’s easy money. A lot easier than hanging out in front of a train station.”
“Can you draw me?”, asked Cece.
“I might be able to, it’s just that I’m getting really tired now.”
Cece shrugged and looked disappointed.
“I’m going to head back home.”, said Ranal.
“Come back tomorrow to the train station at the same time and place, and we’ll see what can be arranged ”, said Ranal.
Ranal gave Cece a light peck on the lips and headed out, leaving her completely naked in front of two garbage dumpsters.
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