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I was recently commissioned to create an erotic portrait of a woman named Cindy, who wanted artwork of herself to give to her husband as an anniversary gift. It was something that he had requested, something they could hang in their bedroom. She found my online portfolio, and she emailed me with her inquiry. However, she expressed a concern to me after a few exchanges.I’m just concerned that you won’t want to draw me, she said.I was confused by the statement. Why not? I askedBecause, she said, your portfolio is full of large breasted women. I’m on the smallish side.A lot of those are just commissions, not due to a personal preference, I said to reassure her. What is your body type?She described herself as smaller breasted, a 34B, with a slim, athletic body, and that she slightly resembled Meg Ryan.You sound gorgeous! I said. I would love the opportunity to illustrate you.Cindy sent a smiley face to me. We arranged for her to send photos of herself, and instructions on the type of art. I received the photos shortly thereafter, and I was more than pleasantly surprised—for a forty-plus woman, I thought she looked sensational. I was particularly impressed by her demure, almost quiet look. While she did resemble Meg Ryan, I thought Cindy was much, much prettier.We eventually chose an implied nude image of Cindy, with her lying on her back on a soft rug. Her legs were raised to hide her vaginal area, but her butt was completely bare. Her left arm covered her breasts, and her head titled back in a “come hither” look. It was a sensual and alluring image, one that I knew I could capture easily. I gazed upon her photos every day while I worked on the art, and had near-daily email exchanges with updates. After a very short time, I noticed that I was Ankara bayan escort beginning to develop a small crush on Cindy. There was something about her that was very disarmingly appealing and attractive—she was, in my experience of communicating with her, the subdued, pretty, soccer mom type that was very, very sexy.Because of this, I was extra motivated to work on Cindy’s art, and it took only a couple of weeks for me to complete it. I took a photo and was going to email it to Cindy for final approval, but she texted me back to tell me, no. I was confused. Don’t you want to see it before I ship it? I asked.No, she said, I want you to bring it out personally. This really surprised me.You don’t want me to mail it to you? I askedI very much want you to come here and give it to me in person, she said. I’ve seen it through all the various stages of progress, and love it. Besides, my husband and I would like to meet the artist. As I often traveled for my job, it was no problem for me to schedule a meeting near Cindy and Jim’s city within the next week. I flew out to meet some clients, and then took a short drive to where they lived, where I booked a hotel. I arranged a meeting time with Cindy, showered and shaved, and drove to their home. Cindy and Jim lived in a gated community, with very spacious and well-manicured homes. I was quite impressed. I arrived at Cindy’s door, artwork in hand, and rang the bell. After a few moments, the door opened, and I took a double-take.Cindy was even more beautiful in person than showed in her photos. She had shoulder-length blonde hair that framed a cute, girl-next-door face, with green eyes and a cute, upturned mouth. The lines that framed her smile were indeed Escort bayan Ankara similar to Meg Ryan’s, but much more beautiful. She had told me she was in her forties, but she easily looked ten years younger. She wore a thin sleeveless top, a short tennis style skirt that accentuated her lovely bubble butt. Based on her hardened nipples, she definitely wore no bra. I literally couldn’t take my eyes off of her gorgeous body, which was strange, because I had been staring at her near-nude for a couple of weeks. “So nice to meet you in person,” she said, with a playful glint in her eyes. “Please come in.” I did as instructed and entered her home. “Can I get you a drink?” Cindy asked. “Thank you,” I said. I accepted a cold beer from her, while she sipped from a glass of white wine. I put down my bottle and gave her the package. Cindy opened it, took out the canvas; the expression on her face made the time spent on it worth it.“Oh my God, I love it! It’s perfect. Jim will be so pleased! You made me look like a Playmate!”“Well, that was my intent, Cindy,“ I said, “but I have to say, I don’t think I did you justice. You’re even more beautiful in person.” Cindy looked up and blushed. “That’s very sweet, thank you,” she said. We set the art down opposite their sofa and sat down across from it so Cindy could admire it. “I love how you were able to make me look nude, without showing anything,” Cindy said. “It’s very sexy.” She took her hand and grazed my face lightly. “I cannot tell you how happy I am with this artwork.” Cindy moved closer to me on the sofa, as she pointed out parts of the art that she particularly enjoyed. She asked me several things about the process of creating female art, all the while Bayan escort Ankara creeping closer to me. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this; I couldn’t tell if it was her appreciation of the portrait, or if she was coming on to me. Then she said something that surprised me.“Did you get aroused by my image while creating this art?” Cindy asked. I nearly spit out my beer with how forthright she was. Truth be told, one night after a particularly long art session, I did get very horny looking at her and masturbated while imagining her sucking me off. But I would never have told her that normally.“Honestly, yes, I did,” I admitted.Cindy had a wicked grin on her face. “Mmm, I like that,” she said. “Did looking at me make you hard?” Her hand started to graze my inner thigh, and she looked at me deeply while waiting for my response.I could only stammer out a weak, ”Yes,” while looking back at her. I swear she looked even more beautiful and sexy!“Good, I like that,” she said demurely. She let her hand glide farther up my leg, softly touching me I could feel my cock straining against my Dockers, and adjusted myself on the sofa. Cindy traced her hand lightly farther up my thigh until it rested on my now rock-hard penis.“I seem to be having an effect on you,“ Cindy said slyly. “That makes me feel very good!” Cindy leaned in and gave me a kiss, softly at first, then, as I reciprocated, she gave me a deep, full-tongue French kiss.“I really, really want to thank you…personally,” she said softly. I can’t tell you how erotic it is to see myself as one of your sexy models.” She continued to lightly rub my cock as she spoke. “Follow me, please.”Cindy led me upstairs to the master bedroom. She escorted me inside, had me sit down on a chair near the closet. “I think it’s time that I show you my complete appreciation for what you did for us,” she said, and proceeded to slowly and sensually remove her top, exposing her small, but lovely tits. Cindy moved over to the chair and put her arms behind my head. “Please let me offer myself to you, for what you did.”
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