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Hannah stepped into the quaint coffee shop, the tantalizing scent of freshly brewed coffee enveloping her senses. As she waited in line to order, her eyes wandered around the cozy space, taking in the warm wooden decor and soft lighting. Her attention was soon caught by a younger man sitting alone at a hightop table sipping his cup. He looked up catching her eye and flashed her a charming smile, which Hannah sheepishly returned with a small wave.
As she stood at the counter waiting for her named to be called, the man approached and introduced himself as Ethan. The engaged in some small talk while she waited for her latte. When Hannah received her order, Ethan asked if she would like to join him at his table. As she sipped on her coffee, Ethan revealed that he was an artist and that his studio was nearby. His passion for his work was evident as he spoke about it, and Hannah found herself becoming more intrigued. As they continued chatting, Ethan brought up the idea of Hannah modeling for him. He explained it would only take a few hours and offered to pay her $50 for her time. Hannah’s initial hesitations were replaced by curiosity as Ethan pulled out his phone to show her photos of his stunning artwork.
Hannah was still skeptical, but she had become intrigued. “I’d love to see your studio,” she said finally with a sense of curiosity and a little excitement for this unexpected opportunity.
The short walk to his studio was filled with easy conversation, and Hannah found herself feeling more at ease with each passing minute. Inside the studio, Ethan showed her some of his unfinished pieces and his workspace. Hannah was impressed with his ability and agreed to model for him. Ethen smiled and showed her where to pose. She settled into a comfortable position on a stool as he made his way to his easel and began to sketch.
He worked in silence, his pencil scraping across the canvas in rapid movements. After a while, Ethan looked up from his work. “Can you remove your shirt?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.
Hannah felt a flutter in her chest, but something about Ethan’s calm demeanor put her at ease. Shyly, she slowly unbuttoned and removed her top, feeling a rush of cool air on her skin. He smiled at her and went back to sketching. Minutes passed before his pencil stopped moving and he looked up at Hannah, “I need you to remove your pants,” he stated. Hannah hesitated, but the warm look on his face made her feel comfortable and she unbuttoned and shimmied out of her jeans.
Hannah resumed her place on the stool, now stripped down to just her matching white lace bra and panties. She felt exposed yet oddly exhilarated, the cool air caressing her bare skin. Ethan’s eyes roamed over her curves appreciatively before he began sketching again, his pencil moving in slow curves as he took in her nearly nude form.
As the minutes ticked by, Hannah found herself becoming lost in the gentle scrape of graphite against paper, her initial nervousness fading away. Ethan worked with intense focus, his eyes flicking between Hannah and the canvas.
After a while, he set down his pencil and looked up at her, his expression unreadable. “Hannah, for this next part, I need you to remove your undergarments. The human form is most beautiful in its natural state.”
Hannah’s breath caught in her throat, was she really going to get naked in front of this stranger? She nodded and then slowly, hesitantly, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. Her pillowy breasts spilled free, her large areola crinkling slightly and her rosy nipples pebbling in the cool air. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She took a deep breath, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and shimming them down her long legs letting them drop to the floor, revealing the neat patch of blonde hair above her beautiful sculpted pussy.
Completely bare now, Hannah fought the urge to cover herself, her cheeks flushing pink. But Ethan just smiled reassuringly, putting her at ease once more as he continued his work on the canvas.
“Your body is magnificent,” he murmured as he continued drawing. Hannah smiled at the compliment. She had to admit, she was getting very aroused being naked and admired by Ethan.
Hannah spoke quietly as to not disturb him while he was working, “Ethan, I have to confess something. Posing for you like this, completely exposed and vulnerable, it’s really turning me on. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Ethan paused, looking up from his sketch to meet her gaze. His green eyes smoldered with intensity. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the experience, Hannah. You truly are a stunning woman.”
He set down his pencil and rose from his stool, moving closer to where she sat. Hannah’s breath quickened as he approached, her nipples tightening into hard peaks. Ethan reached out a hand and gently caressed the smooth skin of her cheek.
“I want to capture more than just your outer beauty,” he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. “I want to capture the passion and desire emanating from you right now.”
His hand slid down the graceful column of her neck, over her collarbone, to cup the weight of her full breast. Hannah let out a breathy moan at his touch, arching into his palm. Ethan’s thumb circled her erect nipple, causing her to gasp.
Leaning in, his lips brushed the shell of her ear as he whispered, “I want you to touch yourself, Hannah. I want to watch you lost in the throes of pleasure.”
Hannah felt herself getting wet.
Ethan released her breast and walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a 35mm camera. “I want to photograph you while you masturbate. It will help me capture your essence so I can continue my work when you’re not present,” he said as he removed the lens cap. Hannah hesitated, unsure if she was ready for that level of intimacy.
“It’s just for my reference,” Ethan assured her, his voice reassuring. “I promise I won’t share them with anyone.”
Hannah took a deep breath and nodded. Ethan peered through the viewfinder as Hannah slowly slid her hand down her taut stomach, her fingers slipping between her thighs. She hesitated for just a moment before parting her swollen labia, finding herself already slick with arousal. Ethan moved around her, the camera clicking as he captured her from different angles.
“That’s it, just like that, you’re absolutely gorgeous,” he encouraged softly as Hannah began to stroke her sensitive pussy, her eyes fluttering closed. She circled her aching nub, pleasure coursing through her veins with each touch. Her other hand kneaded her full breast, tweaking and tugging at the stiff nipple.
Hannah’s breathing grew more rapid, soft mewls escaping her parted lips. She plunged two fingers inside her tight channel, pumping them in and out as her thumb worked her clit. The obscene wet sounds of her masturbation filled the studio, mingling with her escalating moans.
“You’re breathtaking like this,” Ethan rasped, the bulge straining against his jeans revealing how aroused he was. He maintained his distance, allowing Hannah to chase her bliss without interruption as he switched the camera to video mode.
Hannah added a third finger, stretching herself deliciously as she thrust harder and faster, grinding against her palm. Her cries grew higher pitched as the pressure inside her wound tighter and tighter.
“Ethan,” she whimpered, feeling herself teetering on the edge. “I’m so close…”
“Let go, Hannah. Cum for me,” he commanded.
With a cry, her climax crashed over her. Waves of intense pleasure radiated through her body as she bucked against her hand. The camera video immortalizing her moment of ecstasy.
As she floated down from her high, chest heaving, Ethan lowered the camera and glanced at his watch. “Thank you Hannah, that was beautiful,” he praised.
He continued to stare at her as she recovered from her bliss. “I hate to do this but I didn’t realize how late it had gotten,“ he said apologetically as he set down the camera and covered the canvas he was working on with a tarp. “I have a meeting with an art dealer I need to attend.”
Hannah looked at him, a little hurt in her expression. She smiled weakly as she began to dress. “Can I see the drawing?” she asked meekly as she was buttoning up her shirt.
“Not until it is completed,” he said with a smile and a wink, “Don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
Ethan pulled out his wallet and handed her a crisp $50 bill. “Give me your number and I will give you a call when the painting is completed,” he said as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. She recited her number as he entered it into his contacts. He gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek before she left the studio.
After Hannah had left, Ethan pulled the SD card out and put the camera back into the cabinet. He looked at his watch again and then quickly left, flicking off the lights as he walked out the door.
As he was leaving the building, an older man with a kind face and a neatly trimmed gray beard wearing a beret held the door open for him. “Why thank you sir,” Ethan chirped with a knowing grin.
The older man nodded, a puzzled look on his face, and entered the building heading up the stairs to his art studio.
