An Artists Pose Leads To So Much More

4 weeks ago 17th Oct 21:37

Sexy Story - A lustful stare across the bar leads Katya to an unexpected encounter

Her pose was beautiful she knew she was stunning and she stood seductively her narrow waist the perfect curve of her hips, the uplift of her bust, her long slender neck she caused her admirer to shiver with desire. The curvy brunette at the far side of the bar was elegant lines and voluptuous lips; she had full firm breasts and long shapely legs. To top it all off, she had deep dark brown eyes that sparkled in club lights.

Katya had been watching her for a while; observing how she moved how her long curls as she threw her head back to laugh, and the almost petulant way one elegant hand was placed on one perfectly rounded hip.

The flash of the brilliant rich red dress had been what caught her attention, triggering the ensuing fascination that overtook Katya She wasn't turning into a stalker, she just attract the attention of this stunning woman that had been flirting with everyone that crossed her path for the past half hour, and causing a damp patch on Katya's stool. She longed to paint her every sensuous onto canvass in slick, bold, lines. Katya yearned to smooth out the shading on her curves and put the highlights on her long long legs. She wanted to capture every detail, right down from her cute little frown to the point of her toes.

But Katya wasn't brave enough to ask this beautiful woman to model for her, even in a modest pose, although she would love to do a pencil sketch of her nude, without clothes masking her lines and disrupting her sexy figure. And she got the impression she wouldn't even talk to her anyway.

As Katya drained her vodka and stood to go the ladies, she wobbled slightly. Drunk.. not at all, not drunk, decided Katya - she was still standing. Tottering ever so seductively, she tottered into the toilets. After splashing her face in the porcelain sink, she looked up at the speckled mirror to see a vision in red. It was her!

"Rough night?" said red dress with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, actually, quite the opposite in fact." Katya smiled, while unsuccessfully trying to tame her crimson hair. Her own emerald eyes stared back at themselves in the mirror, and in her peripheral vision she noticed that red dress was still there, slowly rubbing soap off her palms.

"I know you've been watching me." Her voice sounded husky, sensuous even but not coarse. It pleasantly drifted into Katya's ears, which for some reason seemed to have a direct line to her pussy. Through the mists of arousal, Katya froze; her fingers still tangled in her hair.

"Oh my God. How embarrassing, I'm ever so sorry. I... I didn't mean anything by it, it's just..."

"Shh... I don't mind. Just tell me why." She placed a manicured finger against Katya's peach coloured lips.

"Err, well, you're beautiful." Shit. That was not meant to come out.

"Hmm. I've been called worse. But never - never - beautiful." She removed her finger and trailed it down Katya's pale arm, causing her to shiver. Suddenly she placed her hand in the middle of Katya's back and pulled their hips together. "What's your name?"  "Katya."

"Hmmm. Katya. I'll call you Kat." She ran her other hand through Kat's hair and nuzzling on her neck. All Kat could do was cling to the woman's neck and moan, she sucked air in sharply through her teeth as she felt a nip on her clavicle.

Fighting to stay sane and ignore the heat building between her legs and spreading through her stomach, she said, "Wait, I don't know your name!"

She tried to pull away but was trapped between the sinks, with one perfectly sculpted thigh wedged between her legs and soft breasts against her own ample chest. The thigh started to rotate, causing a rush of dampness. "Ola, my name is Ola." She whispered the words hotly against Katya's bare skin, causing Kat's nipples to strain painfully against her silk blouse.

"Hmm. God. That feels...Oh fuck!" Ola had brushed a hand over the swollen nipple, slipping it from under its covering. She began to massage it and gently tweak the sensitive bud, while circling her even more hypersensitive pink areola surrounding it. This, coupled with pressure from her warm thigh gyrating against Kat's pussy, this was too much. Ola could feel the moisture on her upper leg and decided to lean in for a kiss. She bit Kat's lip, allowing her hand to wander on Kat's breast, cupping its fullness and distracting its owner. Kat gasped then flicked out a tongue to caress Ola's tongue, Ola slid her hot wet tongue over the top, sealing the kiss.