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“What brings you out here in the middle of nowhere without
even a coat. Its almost freezing.”
“I was trying to get home for the weekend. I travel all over for
my sales job and I was hoping to sleep in my own bed tonight. I
have a coat I just didn’t feel like getting it out of my suitcase. I
hate driving in a coat its so uncomfortable. I guess I should have
made the effort.”
“Have you a family that will be worried about you?” “No just a
cat and a neighbor, but if I don’t make it home tonight, she’ll
feed the cat and assume I was delayed.” “Well hopefully we will
get you on your way soon.” “I’m sorry, I know this is
inconvenient.”
“Faydra” his voice was deep and lush, just the tone made her
wet. “You are no inconvenience.”
He was very close and she couldn’t remember him moving. His
arm was on the back of the sofa behind her neck. “Thank-you.
I’ll be out of your hair before you know it.” She tried to laugh,
but his cool lips grazed her ear.
“You are welcome in my home anytime. Someone as beautiful as
you can stay as long as you need.”
Faydra closed her eyes and stifled a moan. Clasping her hands
together so she didn’t reach out and touch him. He ran his lips
down her neck laying a quick kiss at the nape of her neck.
“Would you like to see my studio?”
She tried to clear her mind. A walk, even a short one might do
her some good. He took her hand and she felt a buzz of
electricity. He led her into a very large room. The moon was
shining in and cast an eerie shadow over everything. Sasha
flipped a switch and a dim light came on in the corner of the
room.
The room was wall to wall drop clothes and canvases strewn
everywhere. Paint pots of all sizes and colours littered tables and
the floor. A very large canvas leaned against the one bare wall. It
looked taller than she was and wider than it was tall.
Feydra was mesmerized by the outline of the woman in the
picture, when he came up behind her. She leaned against him.
His delicate hands rested on her shoulder. He smelled earthy and
fresh. She wanted him to kiss her, but he stood there. His heat
warmed her, her cheeks burned. He pushed her gently towards
the canvas. She let him lead her there.
“My beautiful Faydra, I have been waiting for you to come so I
could finish my painting.”
“What do you mean?”

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“I’ve been waiting for someone like you to come into my life, so
I could finish this work.”
A brief moment of panic started her heart into overdrive. A
desperate need to leave over came any sense of decorum. Before
she could move at all he grabbed her arms and held her in place.
“Shhh” He kissed her neck and she calmed immediately. He
reached around and untied her robe. “I need to see your luscious
body.” Her glorious breasts fell in shadow, but he could see the
outline.
He lets the garment fall to the ground. She shivers as her warm
flesh is exposed to the cold air. Goose bumps pepper her flesh.
Cool lips press against the back of her neck then continued
across her shoulder
“Faydra... you are flawless.” Cupping her perfect breasts he
rolled her nipples in between his fingers and thumbs, then he
steps back and runs his hand down her back and cups her two
cheeks. “Say my name my beauty. I want to hear it.”
“Sasha” It was a breathy whisper. He walked around her. She
looked up into his eyes. “Sasha.” She was dripping wet and when
he parted the lips of her sweet pussy he was rewarded with her
nectar coating his fingers. He brings them to his lips and licks
them, then leans in and kisses her so she can taste herself on his
tongue.
Faydra is trying to concentrate. Something is wrong, but it feels
so good. Just a single touch sends shockwaves of pleasure
through her body. She should cover herself, but he has said she’s
perfect. Why would she cover perfection. “Sit here my sexy
muse.” He motioned to a chair that looked
vaguely like a throne. She sat he positioned her so one leg was
over the padded arm of the chair and the other on the floor. He
had a perfect view of those silken pale curls and a hint of the
pink tender flesh inside. He had her grip each arm of the chair
so nothing was hidden from him.
“Perfection. I will get my paints.”
He returns naked. His pale skin and chiseled chest make him look like
a greek statue. His cock is large and she licks her lips. The need to have
him in her mouth was overwhelming. Carrying a jar of red paint and a
brush, he smiles and kneels before her.
“You are a better canvas then that one over there.” He kisses
her. His tongue searches for hers and they play. He nibbles her
full lips and she can’t remember ever being kissed with such skill.
“Sasha” He doesn’t ask her but she needs to call out to him. His
lips are now on her breasts, sucking her hard nipples into his
hungry mouth. He stops and she opens her eyes to see him dip
his brush into the dark red liquid. He smiles and circles each
nipple with the cold paint XZ