Friday, February 5, 2010

An Artists Pose Leads To So Much More

Her pose was beautiful she knew she was stunning and she stood seductively her narrow waist the perfect curve of her hips, the uplift of her bust, her long slender neck she caused her admirer to shiver with desire. The curvy brunette at the far side of the bar was elegant lines and voluptuous lips; she had full firm breasts and long shapely legs. To top it all off, she had deep dark brown eyes that sparkled in club lights.

Katya had been watching her for a while; observing how she moved how her long curls as she threw her head back to laugh, and the almost petulant way one elegant hand was placed on one perfectly rounded hip.

The flash of the brilliant rich red dress had been what caught her attention, triggering the ensuing fascination that overtook Katya She wasn't turning into a stalker, she just attract the attention of this stunning woman that had been flirting with everyone that crossed her path for the past half hour, and causing a damp patch on Katya's stool. She longed to paint her every sensuous onto canvass in slick, bold, lines. Katya yearned to smooth out the shading on her curves and put the highlights on her long long legs. She wanted to capture every detail, right down from her cute little frown to the point of her toes.

But Katya wasn't brave enough to ask this beautiful woman to model for her, even in a modest pose, although she would love to do a pencil sketch of her nude, without clothes masking her lines and disrupting her sexy figure. And she got the impression she wouldn't even talk to her anyway.

As Katya drained her vodka and stood to go the ladies, she wobbled slightly. Drunk.. not at all, not drunk, decided Katya - she was still standing. Tottering ever so seductively, she tottered into the toilets. After splashing her face in the porcelain sink, she looked up at the speckled mirror to see a vision in red. It was her!

"Rough night?" said red dress with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, actually, quite the opposite in fact." Katya smiled, while unsuccessfully trying to tame her crimson hair. Her own emerald eyes stared back at themselves in the mirror, and in her peripheral vision she noticed that red dress was still there, slowly rubbing soap off her palms.

"I know you've been watching me." Her voice sounded husky, sensuous even but not coarse. It pleasantly drifted into Katya's ears, which for some reason seemed to have a direct line to her pussy. Through the mists of arousal, Katya froze; her fingers still tangled in her hair.

"Oh my God. How embarrassing, I'm ever so sorry. I... I didn't mean anything by it, it's just..."

"Shh... I don't mind. Just tell me why." She placed a manicured finger against Katya's peach coloured lips.

"Err, well, you're beautiful." Shit. That was not meant to come out.

"Hmm. I've been called worse. But never - never - beautiful." She removed her finger and trailed it down Katya's pale arm, causing her to shiver. Suddenly she placed her hand in the middle of Katya's back and pulled their hips together. "What's your name?" "Katya."

"Hmmm. Katya. I'll call you Kat." She ran her other hand through Kat's hair and nuzzling on her neck. All Kat could do was cling to the woman's neck and moan, she sucked air in sharply through her teeth as she felt a nip on her clavicle.

Fighting to stay sane and ignore the heat building between her legs and spreading through her stomach, she said, "Wait, I don't know your name!"

She tried to pull away but was trapped between the sinks, with one perfectly sculpted thigh wedged between her legs and soft breasts against her own ample chest. The thigh started to rotate, causing a rush of dampness. "Ola, my name is Ola." She whispered the words hotly against Katya's bare skin, causing Kat's nipples to strain painfully against her silk blouse.

"Hmm. God. That feels...Oh fuck!" Ola had brushed a hand over the swollen nipple, slipping it from under its covering. She began to massage it and gently tweak the sensitive bud, while circling her even more hypersensitive pink areola surrounding it. This, coupled with pressure from her warm thigh gyrating against Kat's pussy, this was too much. Ola could feel the moisture on her upper leg and decided to lean in for a kiss. She bit Kat's lip, allowing her hand to wander on Kat's breast, cupping its fullness and distracting its owner. Kat gasped then flicked out a tongue to caress Ola's tongue, Ola slid her hot wet tongue over the top, sealing the kiss.

Unravelling her hand from Ola's hair, Kat took this moment to slide a hand under Ola's dress, determined not to cum first. She wanted to see Ola's face lose control in orgasm. Judging by the heady sensations surging through her clit, and the dampness on her silk panties, she would have to hurry. Letting Ola kiss her ferociously, and moaning into her mouth, she teasingly let a hand travel to Ola's thong and retreat. Leaning her chest in, she rubbed their nipples together and slipped a hand back up the creamy tanned leg, and brushed, then pressed, her swollen labia.

"Ooh, More, More!" Kat felt the hips above her wrist push down, and rub vigorously along her hand. Ola had stopped kissing and closed her eyes, head thrown back, one gorgeously large tit had slipped free and her dress was round her waist. "Ohh fuck. Please. I need more." She thrust onto Kat's fingers but Kat had a better idea. She dropped to her knees; ignoring the ache in her own cunt, she pushed her head forward and nuzzled Ola's pussy.

Ola moaned out loud Kat pulled down the black thong and parted the succulent lips, and licked along their length. "Ahh, Shit, shit shit..." The moans got louder as she delved her tongue between pink folds, and dipped it into the velvet wet hole nestled there. She flicked out a tongue over Ola's now hooded clitoris in front of her, then slipped a finger inside. The surge building in Ola was building, and the incredible sensation showed on her face. The shining eyes and flushed cheek were a give away.

Katya began to pump her fingers while continuing to lap at the sweet flesh in front of her, rapidly. "Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Ola hoarsely moaned Kat pressed down and scissored her fingers once before withdrawing to circle her clit with her tongue "Huhh, uh oh fuck, Yeah, that's it." The amount of juice on Kat's chin doubled, and Ola's eyes glazed over, her mouth hung open in abandon and her cheeks were flushed red. Her brown hair was array and swung around her oval face, getting stuck in her long clumped eyelashes.

Satisfied with her work, Kat stood and started kissing Ola's neck, working her way up. As she leant in, it let Ola know that her nipples stood erect and the heat between her legs had become unbearable. Ola placed a hand on Kat's waist, then slid it under her belly and down, sending butterflies shooting through Kat causing her legs to almost collapse.

"Ohh, please fuck me! Please!" Intense arousal and one too many gins had erased Kat's shyness. Doing as she was told, Ola felt her way and slithered inside. She began to pump with one finger inside, her knuckles hitting Kat's hairless pubic bone every time, she gradually adjusted herself to the steadily rising tempo of moans issuing from Kat.

"Oooh, uhh." A little faster.

"Fuck yeah, more." A little deeper.

"Oh please, God, shit. Ah..." Another finger inside.

"Uhh, Uhh, Uhhhhh." She added a third finger and placed her thumb on Kat's clit.

"Shit, I'm cumming!" Kat braced herself against the sinks with white-knuckled hands, then collapsed into Ola's arms, panting.

Kat was blushing, and Ola knew why. "You don't generally do this, do you?"

"No, at least not this public..."

"No one would have come in you know." Ola dangled some keys, and only then Katya noticed the locked door.

"What, you work here?!?" Kat had thought she was just another patron of the pub, having a night on the tiles.

"Well actually I own the place would you like to come upstairs to my flat while we continue this in may bed?"

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