The sun was setting so early these days. She glanced out the window past the forest of red and orange fall leaves at the sun.
“So much for my natural light,” she said out loud to her empty studio. She leaned over, turned on the expensive LED lights, and returned to the painting.
After a minute, she sighed and put the brush down.
“It’s just not the same as the sun,” she said. Pursing her lips, she made a clicking noise and stared at the work. It's so close, but it's just not there yet.
She looked at her phone for messages. Nothing.
She looked around her new studio and smiled. How lucky she was to have gotten into this place. The waiting list was supposed to be a year, and something opened up just as she was putting down a deposit to get on it. With the natural light now mostly gone, she cleaned her brushes and put everything away.
It was cold outside, but the old building had oil heat—the kind that enveloped you in warmth. It was old—very old—and had that industrial vibe that was so popular with the hipsters. She didn’t care. It was a space to try new things, and she was grateful to have it.
She went to the doorway and looked up and down the hallway. It had been quiet today. She’d only seen one other person, and that was… hours ago? Could that be?
“Am I the only one in the building?” She asked herself. Her talking out loud to herself was something her ex-husband made fun of her for, but she didn’t care. She just went on doing it anyway.
She held still, straining to hear anyone. The sun was setting, and it was getting dark very quickly now. She didn’t see any lights on anywhere except in her studio. The old and creaky building was eerie. This time of year, with the rain, it could have a little creepy feeling if you let yourself think about it too much.
Standing in the doorway, she got an idea that surprised her. “Why am I thinking about getting naked?” She whispered. She peeked her head out further to check for others.
She shuddered and shook her head, “No, no, that’s crazy, what’s wrong with you!”
Gathering up some of her things to leave, she picked up her phone, which buzzed in her hand.
It was a text from her girlfriend, “I’m running a couple of hours late. Can we meet for dinner later?”
She sighed, texting back, “Sure, I’m still at the studio.”
Now, she had hours to burn, and the thought returned to her. Why was she thinking about this? She put her things down and stepped to the door, again peering both directions in the hallway. The building was empty, and the hall lights were off.
She stepped back into the studio and closed the door. She WAS horny. Maybe just a little self-play would ease her mind a little.
Standing before the full-length mirror, she reached behind her and undid her skirt. She let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it.
Her panties were wet.
She looked towards the door as she pulled her shirt over her head and quickly reached around to release her bra. She ran her hands over her breasts. Her nipples were sensitive enough that she sucked in air through her teeth when she touched them the first time.