Pictures At An Exhibition.

And  yet…how many Renaissance breasts have you seen? Or even vulvas? Or penises for that matter. Yesterday I saw a statue, again of a half-naked women, with her thumb on her nipple. 

Women in particular would pose, sometimes for many hours on end, for artists. So I thought I’d have a go. There’s a life drawing class in the ext town, and I offered myself as a model. Apparently, there are quite a few middle-aged and even elderly women who will do this, but not many young girls, and fewer still young girls who, when naked, look much younger still. 

So, in a little room in a church hall, I stripped naked, (noting how much cream was already in my panties) and donned my dressing gown. There was a ‘set’ of sorts. A raised dais, covered artistically with a sheet, upon which was a chaise-longe. I shed my dressing gown and allowed the tutor to pose me. Then there was a general shuffling around as the class took up positions that they wanted. 

My pose….hmmm…..well, slightly ‘Rose’ from Titanic. I was on my back, left arm over my head, right arm draped over my tummy. Left leg bent, foot near my bum and the knee leaning on the back of the couch. My right leg was tucked under the left, with the sole of my right foot against the back of the couch and the knee bent. This did expose my sex quite openly though - but then, that’s what I was there for. 

After I settled myself, I looked round at my artists. Mainly female, only two guys out of 15 there. I noticed one girl who had moved herself right across the room from where she started off. Now she was staring right up between my legs. Perhaps the most difficult aspect to draw me from. She would look up, then back to her work. Another look. And back. Look…back…look…back. And at each look I noticed more of a pink flush on her neck and that part of her chest I could see. I also noticed flaring nostrils, and her tongue (pierced, I noticed) flicking across her lips. But when she started to flick her hair behind her ear when she looked up, I was certain. She was getting aroused. 

Ah, but then, so was I! I’m sure my crotch has a sense of sight. It knows when someone is looking at it, and I knew I was producing that clear lubricative fluid that always precedes the need for a fucking good cum.  By the increasing intensity of her gaze, I swear, if she had looked at me any more intensely, she would have seen my cervix! It felt like her eyes were crawling up my vagina. I knew my clit had elongated and was now poking out of her hood. I also tend to flush pink down there when I’m really aroused.

Class over, most of the group disappeared into another room, but the tutor asked the girl (Daphne) to ‘help tidy things away.’ Daphne put her drawing board down, and walked over to me with a cheeky grin and took my hand. Having been lying, unmoving for over an hour I found I could barely shift myself.Daphne eased my left leg down, then unhooked my right, but she put the foot on the floor and began massaging my thighs. “I’ve modelled for them sometimes. Makes you stiff, doesn’t it? On the upstroke, her thumbs were millimetres away from my labia, between which I was wetting up nicely! She glanced at my tits. “Huh….nice! I looked like that when I was 12.’ She’s bigger-boobed than me, but then, who isn’t? She reached up with both hands and briefly cupped my now aching tits. I let out a sigh. Again, she smiled. ‘huh..thought so. Come on.” 

She led me by the hand back to the tiny room I changed in and the moment the door shut, she hugged me,, kissed me, and cupped my sex. “I’ve never done this with another girl, but looking at your twat all evening…” A finger pressed in me. A finger I was more than happy to receive. But I was damned if this was going to be one sided. I can always trust Miss Brain to see things, read things, and do things I wouldn’t think of myself. I exerted some pressure with my own arm around her waist, reached up her skirt, and pulled her panties aside and sank a finger into what felt like a small ocean! I have never been this wet myself, but then she had an hour’s head start on me. 

Two fingers made her sigh, but Miss Brain wanted more. I guided her to a wooden bench that ran round three of the four walls. (Obviously this was a small locker room type place.) I spread her knees, and dropped to mine. As I leaned in she said “I’ve never….” That was as far as she got. My lips, tongue and much of my face dived into that ocean of wetness. She smelled amazingly sweet and musky. I’ve used the analogy of a freshly mown summer meadow before, but that was how she smelled. A clit piercing surprised me though. It confused me to a little since I have no experience of them. I just went for her clit and let the tiny ring do whatever it would. Two fingers deep up her and I found her g spot, much further in than mine. That familiar “Come Here” motion and soon she gasped “I’m gonna cum!” Three of the most beautiful words in the world! 

Her vaginal contractions were so powerful! Easily the strongest I’ve ever felt in any girl. She came hard, savagely and fully. “Might I…try the same thing on you?” Good question - but not so easily answered. I squirt. Pretty much ever orgasm I have now has some quantity of squirt included. I told her. “I squirt when I cum. You’ll feel it…taste it….and it may well go on your t-shirt. I have no control over how much.” 

Remember, I was already naked. We swapped placed, except I put my feet on the bench, exposing myself fully to her. Almost as soon as her tongue touched me I felt the orgasm uncoiling deep in my gut. Partly, I think Miss Brain knows there’s nothing so horny as a girl licking her first ever cunt, and believe me, it’s horny as fuck to be another girl’s first. Her tongue flicked over me like a butterfly, and when two of her slim fingers probed deep up me, I came in her mouth. Oh, I squirted. I felt it. She, bless her, swallowed most of it with only a few drops escaping onto her t-shirt. 

We stood up together and kissed. “I’ve never…done anything with another girl before. I want to do it again!” Like oh, so many of us, g/g sex features in her masturbatory fantasies and yes, she thoroughly enjoys being fucked by her boyfriend. I arranged to meet her next week, when I intend to introduce her to everything to do with lesbian sex. It turns out she has a guilty secret. A secret she has told no one and one she thought was unique. She too is a panty-pisser. “Oh..only now and then. But it does make me feel really dirty.” 

Welcome to the club, Daphne!