Chapter One
As he waited patiently for his muse to arrive, forty-five-year-old Philippe surveyed the changing light in his studio. It was nearly perfect for today's session. He had made much progress but still had much to do before his latest oil painting was complete for his client. He had been commissioned to paint a nude of the young lady Natalia by her lover, a rich and powerful Baroness, who was known for her particular tastes as well as her nasty temper.
Philippe really liked the young lady and found her, although shy and quiet, to be quite funny during their long painting sessions. She was twenty years his junior but seemed wise beyond her youth. She had this dazzling smile and silly little giggle that naturally had him smiling and humming while he painted her. She didn't always like her body, claiming she was full-figured but he saw her otherwise. When he looked he saw curves, and curves equaled beauty and so he found her quite delicious looking.
He realized that she would be here any moment and he was still in just his pants, so he threw on his favorite faded button-up jean shirt. It had multiple smears of paint along all of its curled edges and on almost every button. He smiled to himself absentmindedly as this shirt had been through a lot with him. He loved its comfort even though it was a warm summer day outside. The small breeze was keeping it a bit cooler for now.
Natalia cleared her throat a few moments later to announce her arrival. As he turned she smiled and he immediately smiled back.
She looked amazing with her long blonde-auburn hair. It was pulled back into a ponytail for now and secured with a beaded tie. Her blouse he saw was a creamy-silk with colorful flowers randomly placed across it. It had a small tie right below her breasts making those show quite well. Of course he would see even more of them in a moment. She had this paired with a well-worn pair of jeans and a set of white leather flip flops that accented her red toenails nicely.
She stepped behind his privacy screen in the back corner of the studio to undress and put on her robe. He watched as she threw her jeans up over the top first followed in rapid succession by her blouse and her bra. He noticed she had worn one of his favorites today and he hoped she was wearing the underwear to match. The bra was a gentle coppery bronze that made her skin seem that much more of a creamy white when set against it.
She stepped out from behind the screen wearing the robe provided for her privacy. She came and took her spot on the pedestal in front of his easel and worked with him to find the pose she had been holding. She was facing him head back and arms at her sides holding her up. Her knees were open so that she was showing her whole body to the light.
When she found her position she opened her robe and let it fall down her shoulders. It seemed to cascade down her smooth skin and pool around her. Looking at him she smiled and said, "I am ready."
Those words so simple took his breath away and affected his body every time.
He grabbed the makeup bag and approached her delightful form. A few things needed to take place to have her fully ready. First, he needed to rouge her nipples, they were too pale according to his client and she wanted them to be a deep red. So delicately he took some of the color onto the soft brush and slowly worked the color onto each nipple. He knew it tickled as he watched Natalia blush and smile, the sharp intake of breath told him it was also pleasurable. He never rushed this part, taking his time and then some, he carefully worked the color around getting the now erect nipples nice and dark red like newly picked cherries.
He was happy to see that she had already painted her lips the same dark red shade. As he worked the brush slowly on her nipples he took in her scent, slight lavender with vanilla undertones. There was more to the scent he had noticed these last few sessions, the smell of a woman. This also pulled at his body and began to bring on a noticeable reaction. He backed away now taking her all in. He noticed she was wearing those matching panties that he so adored. Just a bit of coppery bronze material in the front covering her sex but a thong in the back exposing her beautifully round derrière. He came forward again to adjust her hair and noticed the recently raised welts on her back. He knew where they had come from, her lover the Baroness and one of her tirades. He had learned not to comment about these things only embarrassing Natalia and making the painting more difficult.
It was time to start so he stepped to his side of the easel and looked at where he needed to pick up. He had her general form painted already and her face was detailed to near perfection. Her eyes slightly closed and biting one lip the ecstasy of the moment clear to see. Today he was finishing up those amazing breasts. They were hanging with such weight, the creamy silkiness of her skin now punctuated by the deep red of her nipples. He noted with some satisfaction that hers were still hard and seemed to point right at him.
He began to paint furiously while the light was perfect, humming as he went. A few times he needed perspective he would approach her to measure with his favorite brush.
On his third pass at this, he was dismayed as he realized he had smeared some pink paint on the side of her breast. Without even thinking he withdrew his rag and wiped it quickly off. He realized his audacity a moment too late when she jumped in alarm. After apologizing profusely he went back to work.
He couldn't tell if it was his embarrassment of what had just happened or the fact the breeze was gone as he was now hot and slightly sweating. He unbuttoned a few spots on his shirt and enjoyed the cool that began to spread on his chest, but he needed more so he went the rest of the way down having it open now in the front.