1. The Artist and the Client 4


    Date: 4/10/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: goodsonformom, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    It had been a few days since I posed for Bernie and I was looking forward to the next session. He aroused me so much in the first session, it seemed I was still hard days later. Every time I thought of it, I was erect and dripping cum. I had masturbated every day, many times reliving those moments It was if my young cock was always hard, and the memories of that day simply were emblazoned into every part of me. I hoped he was going to call me for another session. I decided to stop over and see when he needed me again. In the back of my mind it wasn't the posing and painting I was hungry to continue with, it was seeing Bernie's cock and feeling his incredible hands touching me, his lips taking my own cock in his mouth and the pleasure he had given me. I walked the short distance to his home, and went directly to the studio out back. It was dark and locked, my excitement and arousal dissolved as I turned to leave. "G.......G......Bernie's not here......he won't be back for a few hours.....can I help you with something?" I heard Helen his wife yell from her kitchen window. She was waving me to come to her as she said, I just made some fresh lemonade, would you like some?" I really didn't, but I liked Helen as I waved and said, "Okay, maybe for a quick sip." It was extremely hot out again, the sweat was dripping from my naked chest, and my short little denim shorts showed wet spots from the heat , and maybe from my arousal. I was concerned about how little I was wearing, but ...
    Helen had seen me in my Speedo's, so I let go of my concern. When I got to the kitchen door, She said to just come in and wait, she was in the basement doing laundry. In a minute or two I heard her climbing the stairs. When she reached the top and peeked around into the kitchen, I heard her quietly inhale and then say, "You look like you're ready to pose for Bernie." I blushed and said, "I stopped by the studio, but like you said, he wasn't there." I paused, thinking she knows I pose for him, I wonder if she knows I pose nude, and then what we did. "He'll be back later.....but we can have a nice lemonade and talk", she said with a smirk on her face. I was quiet, I was feeling a little uneasy. "So....G.....you like posing?......you're not shy at all?......I mean...." Then she raised her eye brows looking at me. "Nah.....I'm just laying on the couch....it's not a hard thing." In a moment I realized what I said and I felt another blush wash over me. "Well......from what Bernie has painted so far.....it sure looks like a hard thing," she said, again raising her eye brows and then gazing at me. Was she testing me? I didn't know. Helen pours me another glass of .lemonade, "You sure are thirsty G....I got a lot more from where that came from." You saw the painting Helen?" I ask. She nods. I blush again. She busies herself washing dishes and putting things away from the mornings breakfast. I realize she's an attractive woman. She appears not to be wearing a bra and her breasts don't seen ...
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