Back in my workshop, door locked after hours. Hélène steps in, fresh from closing the shop. ‘I’m all yours,’ she says, eyes sparkling. I hand her the lingerie set I slaved over. Heart hammers. She slips into the shadows to change. I watch her silhouette. Shoulders curve, back arches. Fuck, she’s perfect.
She emerges. Goddamn. The thong digs into her crotch just right, hugs those round ass cheeks. Bra cups her tits softly, nipples poking the fabric. ‘Turn for me,’ I whisper. She spins slow. I drop to my knees, inches from her pussy. Fingers graze fabric, checking fit. Heat floods my core. Can’t touch more. Desire throbs.
The Awakening Rush
Rising, her hands grip my hips. Lips crash on mine. Wet, hungry kiss. She searches my eyes for yes. I melt. Buttons pop on my blouse. Her mouth on my shoulders, hands sliding down. Skirt drops. ‘Not fair,’ she purrs, kneeling. Tugs my pantyhose off. Kisses my pubis through damp panties. Tongue teases thighs. My clit aches.
She leads me down. Bra off. Naked on the floor. Her lips suck my nipples, bite gentle. Hand rubs my soaked slit over panties. Then rips them away. Finger slips in, circles clit. Waves build. I scream, cumming hard. She squeezes her thighs, tits straining my creation. ‘Next time, you make me explode.’ We cling, bodies slick.
Days blur. I sketch her nude form from memory. Bustier clings to imagined tits. Pubis shadowed dark. Cotton white, pure sin. Invite her over. She’s in black skirt, sheer tights, wool sweater off quick. Lace bra peeks. We sip wine, bare skin teasing. Confess: no men yet. Just us, exploring pussy pleasure.
Raw Ecstasy Unleashed
Couch calls. ‘On your belly.’ Kiss down her back. Peel skirt. Tights gleam over black lace thong. Hands knead ass, thighs. Roll them off slow. Straddle her. Fingers pinch tits under her. She squirms. Flip her. Bra unclasped. Tits stand firm. Tongues tangle. Suck nipples hard.
Panties down. Her dark bush glistens. Kneel between legs. Lick clit, tongue dives into wet folds. Salty, hot. Fingers under ass, scratching light. She bucks, screams orgasm. Collapse on her heaving chest. Sleep in sweat.
Workshop hums. She finds my sketches. ‘Model for me?’ Hell yes. Gala night first. Watch her dance, body flying in green bodysuit, black tights. Home, dinner buzz. She unbuttons my blue dress. Body white underneath. Fingers pop crotch snaps. Dives into my dripping cunt. Finger fucks deep. I shatter, kiss fierce. ‘Pose tomorrow.’
She arrives nude, eager. Couch pose, leg hitched. I stare, devour every curve. Three hours sketching. Reveal it. ‘Sensual as fuck,’ she gasps. Mine to keep. Our secret burns.