Nicholas stumbled up the back patio and saw Violet still reading, her slender legs hanging over the arm of her chair. He saw her small cute feet, one resting over the other, wiggling her toes slightly. He removed his shoes and placed them on the step.
“Hey Violet, how’s the book?” He asked her, startling her as he spoke. She sat up pulling her body to her knees and looked at him with her book in hand.
“Boring. In need of some excitement. It just drags on, none of the juicy parts! All characters and no fun,” she replied. He looked at her strangely, and she placed the book on her legs for him to see the cover and title: *A Delightful Ride* by Wanda Globbins. The cover showed a bosomy woman collapsing in the arms of some shirtless muscled hunk. After seeing the cover he peered down to her feet and smooth legs.
“Hah! Looks like fun,” he said dryly. She pulled the book back to her eyes and continued reading as he looked down her thighs almost able to see up her skirt. He shot a glance at her face to see her flick her eyebrows at him. Turning to the house he opened the door and entered the lounge.
He wandered to the stairs but smelled food in the kitchen and followed the scent. Entering the kitchen he saw Lily tossing a salad in a large wooden bowl.
“Just in time!” Lily said to him as he entered the room. She finished with the salad, put on an oven mit and flipped the light in oven. She stood in front of the oven and bent low to look in the window. He tilted his head and could see straight up her dress. He put a knuckle of his finger in his mouth and bit it slightly as he peered at her bare pussy under her dress. She stood up straight and opened the oven, and she removed the gloriously aromatic chicken surrounded by carrots, potatoes and apples. The smell of spice and herbs filled his nose.
“See anything exciting?” She asked him with a raised eyebrow. He looked at her anxiously and darted his eyes around at everything in the kitchen.
“Yes, beautiful hills, valleys and cliffsides,” he replied.
Helena entered the room with Violet following. Helena wore a slinky blue dress that clung to her body and displayed every delicious curve. It looked rather short on her long legs as it stopped just at the very top of her thighs. He thought if he leaned to the side, then he could see straight up her dress. He shook his head and tried to focus on the banquet being served. Chicken with carrots and apples and potatoes, salad with olives, feta cheese, bread and olive oil, more cheese, tomatoes with basil leaves and mozzarella, a bowl of walnuts, dates and figs. The sight of everyone and the smells of everything made him feel like he would wake from a dream. They took the plates and serving bowls and platters to a table on the patio.
They giggled as they served him a plate of chicken and a plate of salad. They filled their plates and joined him sitting at the table. Lily had opened a bottle of white wine and red wine. They each poured themselves a glass of whichever they preferred and started to eat.
“So after dinner, maybe I can take you through a real tour of the house and grounds, unless you have seen everything already,” Helena said to Nicholas. “I am sure you have noticed we have many different works of art here. Any of them interest you?”
“Yes actually, many have. I would love for you to show me the place,” he said.
***
Finishing the meal with a few dates, Helena waited for Nicholas as he ate his remaining salad. Feeling stuffed he looked at the sun sitting low on the horizon. The house provided an amazing view of the setting sun. He wiped his mouth with his napkin and looked at Helena.
“Done?” Helena said as she stood from the table. Nicholas followed. Lily and Violet cleared the table. She took his hand and led him out of the dining room, through the kitchen and into the hall.
They walked to the lounge, and she stepped behind the bar and motioned if Nicholas wanted a drink.
“What are you having?” He asked.
“Cognac,” she replied.
“I will have that.”
She poured him a drink and put her arm around his, and she walked with him into a strange dark room. She switched on a light and revealed the room before him. All manner of art lay before him. He saw miniature copies of ancient Greek sculptures, ancient Greek pottery, Etruscan pottery and pottery he did not recognize. He stared in awe at what looked like smashed tablet covered in Sumerian cuneiform .
*Whew, maybe I could really turn this into a serious client.*
“So I this is Sumerian?” Nicholas pointed into the glass box displaying the smashed tablet. She smiled and raised her eyebrows.
“Why yes, yes it is Sumerian. My… grandmother received it as a gift from a suitor many lifetimes ago. My whole family collected. Many different collectors, many different collections. Did you see the room with the insects?”
“Huh?” He mumbled as she opened a door into a pale blue room covered with insects in displays. Possibly hundreds of butterflies in wild, vivid colors, grasshoppers, beetles and moths filled the walls of the small room. She switched off the light in the bug room and shut the door with a chortle.
“Yep, another collection…” She said looking at him with a gentle shrug. She walked into a hall lined with paintings. It looked like a long gallery, with only a few doors on the ends and large windows in the middle of the long hall. On the walls hung many peculiar paintings, the likes of which he had never seen. They reminded him of Goya’s more frightening pictures of parties and parades.
The first showed three humans, one male, two females, all nude, sitting in a forest. The boy playing a flute while the girls danced with a grey and black goat standing on its hind legs. The next painting set his eyes racing: a massive orgy with easily forty different figures in the scene. He saw men and women in the throws of carnal passion. Some men buggering younger men. Some women using toys and strap-ons on younger women. Men holding down a single woman as each has their fill. Two women performing oral sex on a man. Another group of men ejaculating on a woman’s grinning face. He saw two men double-penetrating another woman in her vagina and spread ass, all three with beaming looks of elation. The artist painted it with wild detail and elaborate diligence. He felt speechless, but his mind flew in all directions.
“I do love this one. Mother bought that one long ago. I love how it makes me feel when I stare at it, and that I always find something or someone new to examine.” Helena said somewhat dryly. She stepped a few frames down the hall and motioned for him to follow.
She stood before a painting of a woman in a bed surrounded by purple and blue drapes. The figure sat nude with her hands spreading her sex, her legs wide, her face pink as she stirred a finger inside herself.
“This is a one of my personal favorites. Picked it out myself some years ago. Sadly, the man who painted it died years before I could meet him. Thankfully, I met you, young Nicholas, a painter… and still alive!” She pinched his arm playfully.
*Wait. How old is this woman? She acts much older but looks so young, almost my age. Maybe she is older. Maybe she did this as a teenager?* He mulled over what she said.
They passed other paintings and drawings, all displaying nude women, full figured and beautiful. At the end of the hall they came to a set of stairs. She pointed at the stairs and a set of double doors next to them.
“These doors take you to the library. The stairs take you to the second story of the library,” Helena said as she turned to a different door. Through it she led him quickly to the room with his working studio.
“Maybe another drink? Maybe you could draw?” She playfully pouted as she asked him. He nodded and she took his glass to refill it. “Go on in and set up shop. I will return shortly.”
***
He grabbed the drawing horse and planted it in front of the sofa, setting a drawing board on the horse. He took two lamps from the corner of the room and placed them around the sofa, turning them on to get a good light source. Finally, putting a thick sheet of paper on the drawing board and collected charcoal and chamois, and he was ready for his muse.
Rubbing some charcoal across the paper and using the chamois to cover the paper in a fine grey, he waited.
His back to the door, he heard it open and close slowly. He turned to see Helena wearing a long baby-blue, silk robe with white feather trim tied at her waist. She wore short heeled slippers that flapped her heel and clacked the floor as she walked. She stepped from the checkered marble tile floor onto the decorative rug, handed him his glass and stood in front of the huge roman sofa. She took a long drink of her cognac, almost finishing it before placing it on a small table at one end of the sofa.
“Seated or standing?” She said as she opened her robe and let it slide over her shoulders, dropping it at her feet. Under her robe she wore a small, tight, pink corset that accentuated her slender waist, wide hips and large breasts as it pushed them upwards spilling out the top. She had on small pink panties. The corset and panties left her midriff bare from her navel to the bottom of her mound of venus. Light pink stocking ran up her legs and ended at the top of her thighs. The corset pushed her tits enough that it appeared she would pop out the top with too much movement. He almost gasped as if he could not breath, instead blushing as he grabbed a piece of charcoal and pushed it to the paper.
“Um, standing for now,” Nicholas said breathing in controlled manner.
She shifted her weight to one leg and placed a hand on her hip, placing the other on the top of her thigh.
His jaw dropped slightly as he examined her and began drawing. The sight of her standing wanting him to look at her drove him mad with lust, but he still managed to focus enough to draw. Building a foundation and roughly giving a general shape of her, he shifted his hand and eye to her contour, and he started at her foot, working his way bit by bit around every inch of her curvaceous, tall body. With one continuous stoke of the charcoal on paper, he drew her right ankle up to her hand on her hip, around the elbow and to her hair. She stood and watched him drawing, and his gaze excited her. She saw his growing arousal and licked her bottom lip. He made a few more quick marks and leaned back on the drawing horse, squinting as he looked at his work. He eyed her hips and the small pink underwear that pulled tight enough that it obscured very little. Glancing over her cute navel and smooth stomach, he made his way to her upper torso and focused his attention at her huge breasts held in the tight corset. She watched him eyeing her cleavage. He felt flush again after meeting her gaze for a brief moment and tried his best to focus his attention without giving in to just staring at her lustfully.
*She is fucking perfect for my model. I never got a tall model, and tall is here to stay! Holy fuck, do I need to get her drunk to get her naked or what?*
Using his finger to lay in numerous details he finally let her break the pose and pulled his drawing off his board to start another drawing. She came to his side to inspect the drawing placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning over him. His blood went warm as her fingers slightly touched the back of his neck.
“Wow, I love it! That looks beautiful. Can I get a closer look?”
“Thanks,” he said as he stood back from the drawing horse and took a few paces to look at the drawing. She placed a knee on the horse as she leered at the drawing of herself. He looked at her amazing backside in a tiny pink thong that disappeared in her ass. He looked at his drawing to examine it. He looked back her large, firm ass as she shifted her weight slightly giving her a slight jiggle. She stood and turned to him.
“That was what? Five minutes? Great work. Great work indeed, Nicholas. Be sure to sign it if you do not mind? Another one? Another pose?” She asked with a grin.
*Whew! What a client. This should be fun working with her. Too bad I could never hire her to paint whenever I wanted, I imagine she would cost quite a bit, but then again she is paying me to paint her.* He thought and waved to her to take a pose. He prepared the next sheet of paper.
She put one knee on the sofa with her back slightly to him and put one hand on her lower back as she turned her shoulders and her head back to look at him. He drew her feet in the heels and made his way up the back of her stocking covered legs. Then he drew the inside of her legs and working up from her ass through to her back and neck to the top of her head. With rough smudging he quickly gave himself enough general information to flesh out details easily. After getting her contour, he put in her fingers on her hand at her hip, the thong underwear in her ass and around her hips, and gave more detail to her stockings.
He had never worked with a model, let alone a client, who had stimulated his mind so much or aroused him to such an extent. His hands continued to move and draw what his eye could see, translating her luscious figure onto the page. He again stood back from his drawing giving it a tilt of his head back and forth.
He quickly returned to his drawing and added a few more touches then waved his hand to signal to her to break pose.
Helena placed her leg back on the floor slowly and turned toward him. Stretching slightly, she reached up above her head with both arms, swinging them down and back above her head. He looked up from his drawing to see the corset struggling to contain all her flesh as he saw a hint of the pink of her areolas pushing out the top. She flung one arm over her head and leaned to one side, then switched arms and leaned the other way, further straining her outfit. She then turned and bent over at the waist to retrieve her glass resting on the small end table. He watched her bending over, her thong sneaking further up her smooth ass until he could almost see her asshole barely hidden under it. He panted for a brief moment as his eyes soaked up the sight of her. She then slowly bent all the way down to retrieve her robe with her other hand, and he again looked at her thong covering her asshole. The backs of her shapely legs where they connected to the cheeks of her butt looked delicious enough to eat. She stood upright and approached him.
She slid an arm over his shoulder as she looked at his drawing. He looked at her face as it transitioned through a variety of expressions and emotions, focusing on her luscious lips as they drew into a smile, then puckered and then her tongue touching and wetting them. His face felt hot as he spied at her. She turned to meet his eyes, touching the palm of her hand to his stomach. The feel of his flat muscular stomach changed her expression to surprise briefly before she spoke.
“I really like this one, I love how you see me, Nicholas,” she kissed his cheek then yawned and stretched her arms wide. He saw her nipples now visible at the top of her corset. She turned from him and slid one arm into her robe, then the other, tying it around her waist.
“Time to retire?” He said to her. She nodded. He examined his drawing again. She pinched his butt under his thin shorts and walked to the door. Startled he turned to see her walking out of the studio.
“Goodnight, sweet prince!” She laughed and shut the door.
He stayed and continued to touch his drawing here and there and finished his drink. After maybe a half hour, he felt a drowsy and without anything else to draw, he left the room for his bed, shutting off the lights as he made his exit. He quietly walked through the cavernous house. Only a single faint light from the bar in the lounge allowed him to see his way to the stairs.
At the top of the stairs he could see Helena’s door shut in the dark hallway. Turning to his room, he saw light peeking from under another door at the other end of the hall. He silently approached it, seeing a small keyhole in the door and light coming through it. As he approached he could hear sighing and movement behind the door. Standing before the door he heard what sounded like a woman moaning inside the room. He crouched down to look through the keyhole, the light hitting his eye.
Inside, he could see Violet’s platinum hair between Lily’s legs with Lily holding Violet’s head firmly with one hand. He could just see Violet completely naked, on her knees between Lily’s spread legs. Violet’s hands playing with herself, one hand stirring her wet pussy, the other fingering and toying her asshole. Violet bounced slightly on her hand as it played with her clit. Her smooth, bronzed and hairless outer lips and cute, hot-pink inside faced the door, giving him a clear view of her sex. He admired her clean and bare asshole, watching a finger touch its rim, occasionally penetrating inside with a wet finger.
Lily pulled her own nipples and caressed them. Her mouth hung open, her eyes rolling and fluttering half-shut. Finally she pulled Violet’s head deep as her body clenched with orgasm. She shuddered, and her large tits bounced wildly. Violet started to moan as her hands moved faster and faster until her whole body tensed, her fingers probing and playing. They both sighed and relaxed as Violet stood and collapsed on Lily’s naked body. He saw their nipples pushing together as they kissed passionately and continued to sigh and moan in delight together.
Lily reached behind and turned a switch on a lamp out of view, and Nicholas saw the room go dark. He stood and silently went to his room. He grabbed a toothbrush, put some toothpaste on it and walked to the bathroom, keeping the lights off and letting his eyes adjust to the dark, hoping it would calm his now excited nerves and senses.
End part 4
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