The Artists' Model - Lover
Tatyana poses for a new artist and her sensual world begins to expand
A mature woman has agreed to pose for a young artist. He is about to introduce her to another, female, painter. All three have hidden secrets and desires which will tie their lives together.
This story begins with The Artists’ Model - Incognito
The first two parts of this new series are free to read. After that, there will be times when it becomes deeply erotic, including this episode, so, after the introduction, the story continues for paid subscribers.
The door to Paul’s flat crashed open as if it had been kicked from the other side. At first, Tatyana thought it was a boy clad in cotton trousers and a white shirt standing in the opening. The figure revealed itself to be a slim girl in her mid twenties with short dark hair as she stepped into the light.
“I’ll never know why you have to live in the roof, Paul. All those bloody stairs. The girl dropped a bag on the floor next to the easel and kissed Paul on both cheeks. “Hi, I’m Suzette,” she stepped close to Tatyana and her lips brushed her cheeks. She smelled light and fresh with no scent of perfume.
“Coffee?” Paul was already lighting the gas under the pot.
Tatyana fidgeted nervously as they sat around the rough table and drank the coffee. “This is new for me,” she said. “Not modelling of course, but I usually pose for a group. She thought of the class of students at the school, their eyes on her naked form, the feelings of excitement it gave her, the fantasies she indulged in.
Paul was different. Her body excited him, she sensed he saw into her soul; his paintings revealed that, but she was in charge, in control. They made love on her terms, when she wanted. This woman was different, an unknown. Someone who might just look at her body and see nothing but the shape and the form.
“Suzette is a talented artist - she sees the inner person and translates that to the canvas,” Paul said.
It was as if he had read her mind.
“Let me show you.” He stood up and walked to a large painting that was propped facing against the wall. I do not show this to many people as it reveals so much about me.” He turned the picture around.
It was a full-length nude. The brush strokes captured the muscles of his body beautifully. It made him look masculine, even athletic, like a Grecian statue, but then there was a shyness about his pose and his expression. Something about it suggested a reticence, that he was still a little boy wanting to be mothered. Tatyana felt something stir inside her. The impulse to wrap him in her arms almost overwhelmed her. But there was more. His body was sexual; he seemed to express the desire to be… what? She could not quite place it.
She looked up at Paul. He was looking down at her with the same expression and it came to her. She thought of the first time they had sex. How she had pushed him down and sat astride him. Why he had acquiesced so readily. He wanted to be dominated by a woman. To give everything to her. Tatyana gasped, was she that woman? The idea was a little frightening.
Her husband had encouraged her to remain a free spirit after their marriage. There had been no rules, no restrictions, no demands in their relationship. Then, and after his death, Tatyana had allowed lovers occasional sojourns into her life, but they were cast aside before they could become an influence.
Paul leaned the picture back against the wall, this time facing outwards. Tatyana was jolted out of her thoughts. “It is remarkable,” she paused. “It’s beautiful, almost magical. You have captured something about him that I was subconsciously aware of, but you have brought it to life.”
She looked from Paul to Suzette. Were they lovers, was she being drawn into a menage à tois?
