The interview -3

Lydia got anxious as she heard quiet voices from down the hallway. Beautiful prints from artists famous for their work of the female form adorned the walls, in beautiful wooden frames. Alberto Vargas, Patrick Nagel, Alphonse Mucha, all with such varied and wonderful styles. There was even a racy piece by Milo Manara, of a group of men, bowing before a beautiful woman with her legs spread wide. As if they were worshipping her vagina. It made Lydia's already wet pussy, leak a little more.

The idea that Lars Freebody wanted to paint her was a thrill she'd never imagined. Her husband's cruel drunken comments had never let her think of herself as attractive, though she had tried her hardest to keep herself so, for him. It was a wife's duty; her mother had instilled in her as she was growing up.

She turned a corner at the end of the hallway, and in just a few feet it ended in an open door. The room was well lit, and she could see Glori sitting on a raised pallet, posing erotically. She was seated on the edge of one hip, with one arm down on the ground and her knees spread. She was looking down as if reading a book. There was a long, gauzy scarf around her shoulders that fell and then wrapped around her waist once. The end of it lay across the lovely woman's thigh alongside her untrimmed pussy.

She arrived at the doorway to find Lars sitting on a comfortable office chair, sketching on a canvas. Lydia's foot scuffed and Lars looked up at her. His eyes lit up and a broad smile appeared on his face. He tucked his pencil behind his ear.

"Welcome. I'm glad you could stop by," he said softly. Glori looked up and smiled as well.

Lars rose slowly, very deliberately. Almost as if he was trying to not be imposing. He was of medium height and still in his half robe. His body was lean, but not overly muscular or even toned. He was just a regular guy who probably spent his days in this studio and ate when it occurred to him to do so.

Their eyes met. "Would you mind posing for me now? Perhaps for just an hour or so?" he asked.

Lydia froze. "I um ..." she said, and in a moment, talked herself into it. "For crying out loud Lydia," she said to herself. "You just sucked off a strange man in the kitchen. This man wants to see you naked. What's the big deal!?"

She smiled. "I'd be happy to, if ... Glori, doesn't mind." She gestured to the lovely blonde.

Glori popped right up. "Not at all, my butt was starting to hurt!" She stood and Lydia felt her heart beat faster to see the woman's perfect body. She was fit and toned. A perfect size four if ever she'd seen one, with medium breasts she would have killed for. Though Lydia was five foot eight, with a robust frame, carrying her F-cup breasts was not doing wonders for her back.

Lars clapped his hands loudly. "Wonderful!" Glori rose and stepped out of the modeling area and Lars went into a flurry of movement breaking down the current dais and then bringing in a small table on wheels. It looked well-built and sturdy. He looked at Lydia for a moment as though gauging her body. "Would you mind disrobing to the waist, my dear?" He looked at Glori who was shrugging into a robe. "Would you please fetch her purse. I'm sure she has a hairbrush in there." Glori nodded and dashed out of the room, while shrugging back into her pink robe.

Goose bumps popped up on her arms as Lydia began unbuttoning her blouse. But she felt strangely at ease with the situation. Lars seemed to pay no attention to her as he got the stage ready, and when Glori returned, she had already removed her bra. Glori smiled when she saw Lydia's full breasts. She approached and handed over her purse. Their eyes met. "Can I touch them?" the young blonde asked in a whisper.

Lydia's hands were shaking when she nodded. She had once been with a woman, many years ago before she had married. She'd loved it but kept it a secret always. Glori slid her hands under both of her breasts and lifted them gently. Their eyes met as soft hands caressed and then squeezed playfully.

Glori leaned and whispered in her ear. "Do you like women?"

"Yes," Lydia replied softly.

"That's wonderful."

They both heard Lars clear his throat and they turned, with Glori still holding Lydia's big tits. He was standing behind the table in the modeling area. He raised an eyebrow at the two women and then bent at the waist and set his elbows and forearms on the table.

"I'd like you to pose like this, on the table and look up at me. Do you think you can hold this pose for say, an hour? Do you have any physical limitations?"

Lydia smiled as Glori released her, and quickly ran her hairbrush through her dark locks. "Well, I'm not as limber as I once was, so as long as you don't want my legs behind my head, I should be fine." She heard Glori giggle and Lars gave her a thin smile.

"No hun, nothing like that. If you know my work, you know I ride the line between the artistic nude and outright smut." He chuckled. "Though I have done the latter for ... private clients." He stepped back and then draped a soft padded carpet over the table and motioned for Lydia to take his place. She stepped up and posed as he had.

Lars stepped in front of her and backed up to take in the wonderous view. He'd made the table the proper height, so Lydia stood with a slight, head down, butt up angle. Her pendulous breasts hung erotically, with her beautiful pink nipples just touching the fuzzy fabric. She giggled excitedly. "That tickles!"

He moved his chair and easel directly in front of her and then adjusted it about a half a foot to the right. He walked around, moving the lighting until he was happy with it. He began sketching directly on a medium sized canvas. He couldn't help but smile as he felt his cock begin to harden. Usually, he was able to keep a professional mind-set but this exotic mature woman and her beautiful ripe body, spoke to more than just his artistic nature. "Hmm, I'm going to need to have you without the skirt if you please."

Lydia stammered. "Are you ... are you sure?"

Lars nodded emphatically. "Oh yes, this pose shows off the top of your lovely buttocks. No, don't move." He glanced at his previous model. "Glori, would you be so kind?"

With a smile Glori stepped behind the curvy woman, and slowly pulled the elastic waist down over Lydia's hips. Slow enough that it seemed like she was purposely drawing out the moment. After the skirt dropped down Lydia's legs, she did likewise with her white cotton panties. She helped Lydia step out of both, without moving her upper body.

Lydia felt a gentle hand caress her left buttock.

"Lars, maybe you should paint from this angle. It's magnificent," Glori said softly.

Lars smiled but didn't look away from his current view. "Perhaps another time, if Lydia chooses to stay here with us." His eyes bore into Lydia's as he said it. She felt gooseflesh pop up on her arms and a tingle between her legs.

Lars sketched quietly for perhaps half an hour, then looked Lydia in the eye again. "Okay, I have your shape, your physique, and the shape of your head and face. Now I need to see a wanton expression."

Lydia blinked hard. "A ... a what?"

Glori stepped behind Lars and looked at Lydia. "You know, a look that says you are super horny and turned on." She immediately relaxed her face and opened her mouth slightly, with her eyes half closed. "Or maybe bite your bottom lip a little bit, like this." Lydia smiled at the young woman. She surely knew her job.

Glori came around and knelt by the table, looking up at Lydia's big dangling tits and then at her face. "Okay, just relax your face and close your eyes." Lydia did so. "Okay, now Imagine a beautiful hard cock is sliding inside of you." She watched Lydia's body shudder at the thought. "Now just open your eyes a little."

Lars stood watching. "That's close, but I don't think she'll be able to hold the expression for as long as I need."

Lydia opened her eyes as Glori stood. Her breasts were just inches from Lydia's face and the tingle between her legs grew more insistent.

Lars sat down again. "Glori, would you please assist her."

The lovely blonde smiled. "Sure, boss!" She rolled a hair tie from her wrist and quickly put her hair into a ponytail. She stepped around the dais, leaving Lydia wondering how she was going to help from back there. When she felt a gentle hand on the inside of her thigh, she had her answer.

Lydia exhaled slowly as a soft hand gently massaged her inner thigh, while the second squeezed her buttock firmly. As she felt the hand slide slowly up to touch her pubic hair, she understood the "help" she was about to receive. She exhaled sharply and looked back at Lars who was smiling at her mischievously.

"Just relax," he said.

"Oh heavens," Lydia said breathlessly as she felt the side of Glori's index finger slide between her inner pussy lips, to find her already slick there. Her breath caught in her throat as Glori's knuckle slid over her clit.

"Naughty girl," she heard Glori whisper.

"Yes, that's it. Close your eyes and enjoy her touch. Relax." Lars whispered. His voice was so soft and soothing it was almost hypnotic.

Glori's fingertips danced around her slit, spreading her slickness everywhere. "Does it feel good?" Lars asked.

Lydia nodded. "Yes, it feels wonderful." It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this. She was very willing when she felt two of Glori's long, delicate fingers slide inside her, while a third rolled over her clit. She shuddered and exhaled, fully lost in her euphoria.

"That's it," Lars said, softer yet. "Now open your lovely green eyes and let me see in them, how good it feels."

Lydia opened her eyes and looked at him as those magical fingers slid slowly in and out of her dripping pussy. Without another word, Lars began sketching rapidly. "That's it, Lydia, you're doing so good."

Lydia smiled drunkenly but it only lasted a few seconds and a wave of warmth rolled through her body and her heart beat wildly. At some point she lost all track of time, lost in her ecstasy. The fingers danced within her, caressing her G-spot briefly, and then not, always keeping her orgasm from getting up much steam, but she felt it lingering, waiting.

After what seemed an age, Lars sighed and then lifted a digital camera. He focused and snapped a half dozen photos. He looked over Lydia's back and nodded to Glori, who smiled. Glori's fingers curled to press urgently down on Lydia's G-spot and her hand began pistoning in more powerfully.

Lydia moaned excitedly, "Oh no, I can't hold my expression if you ... ohhhh!"

Lars smiled at the voluptuous brunette. "It's okay, I've got everything I need. Now cum for me, Lydia."

Glori's other hand snaked under Lydia's belly to begin caressing her clit with two more agile fingers.

She couldn't help but moan loudly. "Oh Mr. Freebody, it feels sooo good, I'm gonna cum soon. It's sooo ..."

Lars reached forward under Lydia's body and grabbed both of her tits and squeezed firmly. Her eyes shot open wide. "Yes, Mr. Freebody! Pinch my nipples, oh please, pinch my nipples!"

He smiled and did as he was told, rolling her plump nipples between his thumb and index finger.

"Gah!" Lydia screamed as her orgasm rushed through her like a wave, beginning in her pussy and radiating outward causing her body to shudder violently. After nearly a minute, Lydia's upper body collapsed onto the tabletop. Glori smiled to see the Rubenesque beauty gasping as her body continued to quiver on the table.

Glori stepped away and took a blue robe off a hook. She laid it gently over Lydia's flushed body. "So did you enjoy your first time posing?"

Lydia turned her head toward the you woman and nodded weakly. She slowly struggled to her feet and pulled the robe around her body. She took a deep breath and then smiled.

Lars stepped up and took her by her shoulders. "You did great. With the photos I took I have enough to begin painting." He leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips. "You're a natural."