You were with friends at a gallery event late last night when you were admiring several erotic pieces.  You let the conversation on how talented and arousing the artist’s work was to you.  Little did you realize she was standing beside you with a few critics discussing her vision.  She looked over at the velvet voice praising her and immediately excused herself to walk over to you.  When she introduced herself you blushed that she heard your fawning over one of her paintings.  “I had hoped it would sell for a few thousand dollars tonight but I want you to have it, on one condition.” you heart fluttered in excitement by her light touch on your arm as you talked.  “Pose for me tomorrow in my studio” you shook your head in disbelieve as your friends encouraged you, you must.  So timidly you agreed as she smiled and bid you a good night.

The next morning you showered, shaved, powdered, and perfumed your body in preparation.  Struggling greatly on what to wear as you found nothing pleasing until you saw it.  Your long black trench, how artist it would be to show only wearing this.  You couldn’t?  You would offend her?  But as your mind recalled her other pieces you knew you must.  A cab ride to her studio you walked in to a private session with her.  She boldly kissed you with a lovers passion then walked with you holding your hand over to the canvas room.  She smiled warmly as she pulled the ties off the coat to watch your creamy body slightly bare itself.  She let it sit on your shoulders as she admired you, the coat partially open teasing her senses.  She then unbuttoned her own blouse in hopes you would share a special bond during your time together.  Then she slipped the coat off of you as her top slid down her arms to settle against her arms.  You stood confident although your insides were turning.  

Every touch of her hand melted you, molded you.  When she was done painting you she did not turn and show it to you she just walked over and kissed you again.  That by far will be my most popular piece, I have never been so wet painting someone before.  You confessed your sexual adrenaline was rushing through your body.  She took your hand and led you to her bedroom and you found a new way to create beauty together in the heat of passion.