Sarah stood and looked at me.
I nodded and then just smiled.
We both knew I wanted her to explore her sexuality and have new sexual experiences, though I never said it. Have the same sort of sexual encounters that Clare already had.
There was a hush in the air as Sarah dropped the top half of her kimono dressing gown, and her two perfect D-cup breasts came into Stanley’s and my view. He did not try to hide his stare or his smile.
“Perfect,” he said in French, which Sarah and even I understood.
My girlfriend’s breasts were indeed perfect.
Sarah then did something I wasn’t sure she would do, as the portrait was only topless. She dropped her dressing gown to the floor and stood there fully nude.
As we took in her naked beauty, I was sure that I was not the only man sporting an erection, though maybe for different reasons. I liked showing Sarah off.
My eyes worked up Sarah’s body, first her long legs, then her shaven slit and flat stomach. Upwards I went, her full breasts; they had a slight red flush between them, and I knew she was aroused. Then Sarah’s beautiful face and warm smile, her deep blue eyes warmly staring my way, and her head topped with long blonde hair.
She was perfect, and yet part of me still wanted to share her.
Was I perverted? I asked myself... I didn’t know the answer.
Sarah did a slow pirouette. “You have both seen it all before,” she giggled as she rotated. It was now obvious that she had no qualms about being naked in front of Stanley.
My girlfriend’s giggle and comment broke the hush, though her beauty was still there in front of us. I looked at the grinning Stanley, and I assumed his trousers were tenting as much as mine. After turning the old Madeline portrait around to face Sarah, our host got up and shuffled over to my girlfriend.
Stanley asked in English, “Sarah, I have to put on a little body makeup, so there will be a little bit of touching. Do you mind?”
My girlfriend looked my way for approval, Stanley’s eyes following. I shrugged; it was my only answer, my cock telling me I didn’t mind.
With that being my only response, Stanley picked up a fairly large Filbert brush and dipped it in some powder before dabbing it between her breasts, taking out any shine. She even lifted each breast, allowing Stanley to apply a small amount of powder underneath.
Then, with a quick flick of Sarah’s hair, Stanley looked at the old painting and used his fingers to position Sarah. As I watched, I realised that there was nothing sexual going on. He was the consummate professional, as he gave instructions in both French and then English.
"Since this is your first time, we will work for fifteen minutes, followed by a five-minute break," Stanley said, as he adjusted my girlfriend's head to match Madeline's.
“You don’t have to hold this exact position, Sarah, but I want you to remember it as it is important. If I call home position, then I want you to go to this exact pose. Got it?”
Sarah nodded her agreement.
Home position I thought while chuckling to myself. It had been Sarah’s lack of ability to get her counters in their “home position” that led to my girlfriend streaking around Stanley’s back garden and us meeting him. With a near-naked Sarah looking on, I told our host the basic story, leaving out Clare or anything rude.
After I had finished, Stanley said, “I had wondered why a girl was running naked around the garden. I didn't mind, but I speculated that it might be a bet, or in Sarah's case, perhaps a hobby!
My girlfriend made a rude remark in French, which even I understood!
"See, her French is already improving," Stanley laughed, glancing at me.
That comment made me realise just how much I was enjoying our landlord's company. It was also clear that Stanley had worked out that my girlfriend enjoyed showing off her body.
He started to paint Sarah as I observed, and I noticed that my girlfriend had done little to cover up her pussy; her bald slit was on display for all to see.
It wasn’t long later that Stanley said, “Position d'origine,” or home position, which Sarah failed to find.
As Stanley repositioned Sarah, he told us that portrait modelling is not easy. However, the more you pose, the easier it gets. With those English words, the conversation turned back to French as Stanley continued to help Sarah learn the language.
I sat back and watched the portrait develop on the canvas. Sarah seemed relaxed, and after every short break, she began to find the “home position”.
The sitting lasted just over two hours; however, Stanley paid my girlfriend for three. I thought it was nice of him, which made me warm to him even more.
Now relaxed and comfortable, nude, Sarah didn’t bother putting her kimono dressing gown back on. So it was a completely naked Sarah who sat next to me as we went to sample our host’s best scotch.
To me, it didn’t feel strange at all that she was completely naked and the two men in the room were still fully clothed. Somehow, over the last few hours, this had become the norm.
“Have you tried Highland Park scotch whisky before?” Stanley asked us both. Stanley was clearly pleased with the way things had gone this afternoon, and this was his drink of choice.
I confirmed that I liked whisky, but I had never tried Highland Park, while Sarah told us that she had never tried any type of scotch.
“You will both love it,” Stanley enthused, sounding more like a teenager than either Sarah or I.
He poured us both two very generous measures.
While Sarah looked at hers, mine seemed to evaporate as I announced how much I liked it. Once my drink was gone, I realised it was almost time to leave, even though my girlfriend appeared to be in no hurry.
She tried her scotch, spluttered, and passed it to me.
“It's too strong,” she said, and I settled down with Sarah’s drink, my arm around her.
“When could you model again?” Stanley asked, hoping. “It will be a different pose; maybe we do part of a couple of portraits to keep it fresh.”
“Tomorrow or Sunday morning, but it depends on how long you want me. I would rather keep the sessions no longer than two hours and do a little more French speaking.”
Sarah looked at me. “Are you going to watch?”
“Probably,” I replied, “unless it is all going to be in French.”
Sarah smiled, and I got the feeling that might be what she wanted!
Today, watching Sarah being painted in the nude had been fun, but I knew I wouldn’t always be able to watch. I had Clare to consider. She was meant to be with me on the weekends.
I also thought that if they were going to speak only in French, I might end up feeling I was just watching the paint dry on the canvas.
We arranged to do another session tomorrow morning, as Clare would be with us from Saturday lunchtime. I drank Sarah’s scotch and felt its warmth go down my throat until it nestled in my stomach.
With it came one last question: “Stanley, you mention that some of the poses were quite rude and graphic. Could you show us an example? I want to make sure Sarah is okay with it.”
My question seemed to fluster Stanley. It was only when Sarah said that she wanted to see what she was going to have to do too that he relented.
He stood up and took out a rolled canvas from a drawer. We had no idea what was on it.
“Before I show you this, I promise you both that there will be no touching beyond what happened today. There will be no third parties. Sarah and I will be the only ones present, and David, you are more than welcome to watch at any time."
With that Stanley unrolled the canvas. It was a full nude of Madeline, but this one left nothing to the imagination. The painting showed her maybe in her late twenties; her legs were splayed wide, and she was looking at the artist, her eyes full of desire.
But that was not all. Other than her head, her body was devoid of hair, and her fingers were holding her vagina open. Stanley had even managed to capture her wetness, and it felt like you just wanted to plunge your cock into her.
I didn’t dare comment.
I looked at Sarah, her eyes wide and her body fidgeting. Stanley also studied her, wondering if she would pose like that.
He had no way of knowing that quite recently, my girlfriend had posed exactly like this. First, it was for me and my camera in the rear yard of the factory where I work. After that, it was for Brenda in her private studio. Then, lastly, in Crete for Don and Ashley, where her “posing” had gone way beyond what Stanley was currently displaying to us.
Sarah turned and looked at me; a silent, knowing message passed between us.
“Just to confirm, Stanley,” I said. “There is no touching; no one else is involved. It is just you and your paintbrushes.”
“Yes, nothing more than what happened today,” Stanley replied. His voice had a tinge of desperation; his eyes were now focused between Sarah’s closed legs.
I moved to the centre of the settee and pulled Sarah onto my lap, my hard cock pressing desperately between her buttocks. She had kept her legs tight together, and our host was still watching closely at everything my girlfriend did.
“Are you sure?” she whispered. Though it was unsaid, we both knew Sarah wanted to do this. To spread her legs and let Stanley see her precious, private place.
