#2905: Paint This City
Original photo: @readaurore
Lisa, a woman who lives only for her job, has taken a much-needed vacation in Spain. While there, she meets a handsome artist, Leo, who invites her to model for a portrait. This encounter turns hotter than Lisa could imagine, leaving her happy that she went on that trip.
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It felt strange to feel relaxed. It was a new concept for me after years and years of work with barely any days off and it felt even weirder to have a vacation. Yes, I knew that I should’ve taken it a long time ago, but part of me didn’t want to leave my work behind. I know, for some people it would sound crazy, but I grinded hard to reach my position and I wasn’t going to just leave it all behind and hope that it would all work out on its own.
Years went by and I never took that vacation, until I didn’t realize that something was wrong. I started to resent my job, everything seemed to annoy me and I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I felt desperate to have a pause and, even though I didn’t want to do it, I took a month off work to finally feel what it meant to slow down and relax. That’s how I ended up in Spain.
My plan was to hit the beach and not look at anything but the waves of the ocean crashing against the sand. I only lasted two days doing so, getting bored too quickly even though I tried so hard not to think about the work I left behind. I couldn’t even focus on the book I brought with me and was meaning to read for the duration of my stay. Nothing could make me happy, nothing could take my mind off of what I left behind, that is until one moment which changed everything.
I was walking down the beach, enjoying the view of the setting sun. I wore a flowy white dress and a hat to protect me from the sun. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until I heard someone calling for me. At first, I didn’t even realize that “Senorita” was addressed to me, but the man kept calling and, eventually, I turned my head to look at him. He instantly gave me a brilliant smile, asking me to come closer with the wave of his hand. Usually, I wouldn’t have bothered to come closer to a stranger, but there was an easel standing in front of him with a beautiful, unfinished painting of the sea on it. I got closer to the man just to take a better look at it, that was it.
The man introduced himself, his name was Leo. He was tan, dark-haired, and dark-eyes, just like most spanish men are. He spoke with a heavy accent and at times couldn’t find the right words, but we still understood each other perfectly. Ever since I got close to him, I couldn’t deny that he was attractive. I felt like, after so much time I spent busy with nothing but work, I lost all desire to date anyone, but Leo reminded me that there was still something alive inside me. When I looked at his face, at his full lips, I kept thinking how good it must feel to be touched by him.
Soon I found out that he asked me to come closer for a reason. He told me that he didn’t want his painting to be lifeless and that he wanted to draw a woman standing in front of the sunset. I looked at the horizon and noted that the sun was almost down and that I couldn’t do much for him in the dark. Leo, still smiling brightly, shook his head and explained that he could continue to work in his studio and, if I would agree to be his model, he could work at any time of the day.
I pressed my lips together, not sure what to say. On the one hand, it was something new and exciting, something that could possibly brighten my boring days, but on the other hand, could I really come with a stranger and feel safe next to him? I knew what the rules of safety were telling me to do, but I was willing to forget about them for an adventure. So, I agreed to come with Leo and he instantly kissed me on both cheeks, expressing his gratitude.
Soon we were walking down the street to his studio. He asked me about my life and where I was from, but, once I started my story, I realized just how boring it was. Everything interesting about me was related to my job and I felt sad once I realized that. Leo, however, had much more interesting stories to tell. About his studies, about his travels around the world, about interesting people he met. I had nothing like that happen to me and I wondered if I was missing out on life all this time.
When we arrived at the studio, it looked exactly the way I expected it to – small, dark, with only one small window at the top of the wall. Leo turned on the light and put his canvas on the easel in the middle of the room, asking me to stand in front of him. He gave me a guilty smile when he said that it might take a while but I didn’t mind. He put a lamp behind my back to imitate the sunset and then he went to work.
Turned out that being a model for a painter was harder than I imagined. Standing motionlessly, in one position, wasn’t something I was used to and my body was begging for some movement. At times Leo would remind me to keep my head up or relax my face, but that was it. I could only look at him while he worked and that view was better than I could’ve imagined.
He looked even more attractive when he was focused on one goal when he would frown while trying to catch my expression perfectly. He would push hair out of his face and I would think about how good it would feel to put my hand through them. I couldn’t believe myself, I couldn’t believe that I was feeling that way, but I couldn’t stop myself – it just happened. Desires that were forgotten about a long time ago started to wake up and drive me mad. Not that I was against it.
While Leo kept working, he didn’t seem to be happy with the results of his work. He kept frowning and saying something under his breath until he put the brush away and came closer to me. He put his hands on my arms, placing them differently, his touches gentle but firm. I noticed that some paint which was on his fingers transferred onto my skin, leaving marks. When I told him about it, he shook his head, complaining that nothing was working and that his work didn’t come out the way he wanted it to. I smiled, and took his hand, trying to calm him. I said that there was nothing wrong with it and that mistakes make the end result better in the long run once we know how to fix them. He smiled and shook his head, leaning closer to me. I knew what he wanted to do when I looked into his eyes and made the first step by pulling him closer to me and kissing him, deeply and passionately.
It felt like a dream. It’s been so long since I did something like that, something that wasn’t planned or calculated. Too long since I felt this nervous about something that I wanted. And I was getting all these sensations and feeling there, with Leo, whose hands were running down my back to cup my ass and pull me closer.
His lips were soft, his kiss insistent and soon I felt his tongue in my mouth, teasing me, asking me for more. I answered him with all the passion I had, with all the need I felt. My chest was pressed to his, my hands were running up and down his body. I wanted him and that want was greater than anything I ever felt.
He seemed to be surprised by my actions, by pushing him to follow my lead instead of following him, but I knew that he wouldn’t mind. Soon he was lying on the floor, looking up at me with admiration and desire, and I knew just what to do about it.
I took off my dress and underwear, standing in front of him fully naked. Leo said something in spanish, and, even though I didn’t know what it meant, it sounded like something sweet and hot. I smiled, stepping closer to him, near his head, before I lowered myself onto his face. I knew that it was a risky move and that not all men would like it, but Leo was one of those who was ready and willing to bring pleasure in such a way.
His mouth was hot on my pussy and I felt his tongue teasing me, rubbing against my clit, as I moaned out on top of him, feeling the heat spreading through my body. It felt too good, it felt right, and I didn’t want that moment to end. I looked down to see him looking up at me, at my body moving on top of his face, and I felt a surge of pleasure go through me. It was too much, it felt too good. My body, starved for affection, was tensing up and shaking, until I felt my release go through me, leaving me feeling better than ever before.
Slowly, I got off Leo’s face to see his mouth covered in my juices. I leaned down to kiss and lick it off, leaving him clean. He asked me if that was all that I wanted and I told him that it wasn’t. Without another word, he got up to take off his clothes and put on a condom. It was my time to get on my back.
It didn’t feel like sex, it felt like something much better. He was embracing me, he was admiring me and he was making me feel good with every movement of his hips. His cock felt good inside me, making me whimper each time I felt him go deep into my hot tightness. He was filling me up just right, leaving me aching for more even while he was still inside me. He teased my breasts, he kissed my neck, and I felt like I’d never been as admired and taken care of as I was at that moment. He was doing things to me I craved for a long time and he didn’t even need me to explain to him what it was exactly that I wanted. Maybe that was a part of the reason why I enjoyed it that much – I didn’t need to lead, I didn’t need to worry about anything with him, I just needed to take what was given to me and enjoy, enjoy every moment.
I grabbed onto his arms, feeling the pleasure grow inside me. Even once I felt like there couldn’t be more for me, there was more given to me and I was floating in it. My moans echoed through the studio as I felt the pulsing between my legs grow and release hit me again, even stronger than the first time, leaving me with tears of pleasure in my eyes.
Leo took care of me that evening and every evening after that during my vacation. We finished the painting together before he started a new one, that showed me nude. It was an amazing and rewarding experience that made me realize I should’ve lived my life differently. I wanted to be happy and I did everything to make it happen, without looking back at my previous actions.