A Sexy Story with a Spooky Twist
"Figure Drawing," a Dirty Martini tale by Sarah Ford Hadley
Crunch, by Mick Payton (prints starting at $29.25 available at ObsessionArt.com).Even after all these years, there was still something a bit bizarre about having a naked man just lying around. Or sitting, reclining, standing. Positioned almost like a piece of furniture, having no identity other than his physical body, no purpose other than that of allowing the light to reveal his form.
“All right class!” Natalie clapped her hands to get their attention, “We’ll start today with a bunch of short poses. Remember, as I’ve told you a hundred times before, you are not trying to create a masterpiece here, but simply attempting to focus in on and capture the essence of the pose. Look for the essential dynamic of the model’s stance.”
Adjusting the three heaters arranged around the model’s podium to ward off the worst of the morning’s chill, Natalie could not help but notice that the model didn’t seem affected by the cold at all. His flaccid cock was huge. Most of her male models shriveled up to nothing thanks to the cold and the fear of erection. This guy was remarkably relaxed in his own skin.
It was one of those strange paradoxes that artists share with doctors and other health care professionals. They have to learn to view the naked model with complete detachment, combined with intense scrutiny. They search for contour, line, shadow, and form. The eye must see completely before the hand can translate it to the page. It’s an unspoken rule: you never giggle or gawk at a nude model (well, at least not in front of them.)
Natalie was, unlike some of her first year students, slightly more experienced in keeping a professional demeanor around the models. She had to lead by example, of course. Working her way around the studio, she stopped off at each student, assisting where needed. Pointing out errors in proportion, complimenting those whose drawings showed promise.
Pausing at the easel of a female student, she noticed that she was not the only one that had been fascinated by the model’s penis. Yvette was drawing it with a special dedication, her pencil searching out its contours and form. Natalie assumed that the fervor in her student’s eyes was not due to a sudden passion for her work, but rather for the subject matter in front of her.
This assumption was confirmed later during their tea break. Yvette fluttered around the model like a lovesick puppy. Natalie gave an amused smile, remembering her own lively youth.
Julian looked up and saw her watching them. He gave her a slow, generous smile, revealing beautiful white teeth. His eyes were a deep penetrating blue, and it was with surprise that she realized that he was mentally undressing her. It had been a while since a man as young as this had looked at her like that, but she remembered the feeling well. She felt an electric charge surge through her body as her flesh reveled in his gaze. She raised her eyebrows at him, gave a small smile and a shake of the head as she moved on.
At the end of the day she was packing up her brushes when she heard her name called. Turning, she saw Julian and a couple of her students in the doorway.
“A bunch of us are heading out for drinks at The Turnpike. Would you like to join us?”
“Sure guys, that’s very kind of you. I’ll join you there later.”
The Turnpike was a flashy, trashy student hangout. Its walls were graced with student photographs and graffiti. It had a well-worn wooden bar counter accompanied by old creaky stools. There were a couple of wooden booths along the one wall, and an array of tables and chairs in the main area. A small stage graced the one corner, with a dodgy sound system and the prerequisite karaoke machine. A handful of badly focused par cans that hung from the rafters cut beams of light through the smoke filled air.
Natalie pushed her way into the bar, looking for her students. She found them in the large corner booth, huddled around beers and cigarettes. Julian patted the empty space next to him, “I saved you a place.”
Natalie noticed the nasty look that Yvette threw her as she slid into the booth. Yvette sat pressed close to Julian on his other side, hanging onto his arm. Natalie lit up a cigarette with a sigh of enjoyment, and ordered a glass of red wine from the waitress. She loved watching people, and there was plenty to observe tonight. Yvette was working her magic on Julian, her blond hair twirled around her finger, her little rosy lips pouting, her hands finding any reason to touch him, smoothing his shirt, stroking his hand. It was a pity about the rather irritating, nasal whine to her voice. Julian on the other hand, wasn’t paying Yvette much attention. It was obvious that he enjoyed being the center of everyone’s focus, cracking jokes and telling stories.
Natalie was aware of the warmth of his thigh pressed against hers under the table. Julian really was a very pretty young man. Light brown hair streaked with highlights in a carefully arranged tousled look. High cheekbones and a well defined jaw. Nice full lips and some designer stubble on his chin. She could see what was driving Yvette crazy. Actually, she thought to herself, she couldn’t see it at the moment, but she had seen it a few hours previously. A warmly tanned body, with well toned muscles and that little curve that started at the hips and led like a roadmap to the pelvic area. That generous cock nestled in a bed of tightly coiled pubes.
“Go sing me a song Yvette; I want to see what you’ve got for me,” Julian suddenly ordered, turning his full charm back onto the sulky looking Yvette. She brightened instantly and agreed. The others at the table got up to support her. As she started a badly delivered version of “Hopelessly Devoted to you,” Natalie felt a warm hand on her thigh.
“What do you think you’re doing, young man?”
“I do believe I have my hand on your leg,” Julian glibly replied.
“And why is that?”
“I do believe that I would very much like to seduce you,” he whispered into her ear as he leaned a bit closer and squeezed her leg.
Against her better judgement, Natalie felt a delightful throbbing and a sudden rush of wetness in her pussy.
“Do you know how old I am?” She made no attempt to remove his hand.
“I like my fruit ripe.”
Natalie laughed at his reply, and took out another cigarette. Julian reached out with his Zippo and lit it for her.
“You’re gonna need more than one cigarette when I’m done with you,” he said as he clicked the Zippo closed.
Before she had a chance to reply, Yvette was back. “So what did you think, Jules? Did you like my song? It was just for you.”
“Yeah baby, it was sweet.”
Damn, this guy was smooth. Didn’t flinch, didn’t even remove his hand from her leg. He knew that no one could see it. He just started making a slow massaging motion, up and down and around.
“Excuse me just for a minute, guys.” Natalie needed a Ladies Room break. “All very flattering and all, but that’s enough of that,” she told herself.
Leaving the Ladies, she found Julian leaning up against the wall, obviously waiting for her. He grabbed her arm as she made to go past him. He pulled her up against him and reached up to stroke her face, then ran the ball of his thumb across her lower lip.
“So, I’ll follow you home, shall I?”
“Julian, I’m very flattered, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
His eyes narrowed, “I thought we had something going on.”
“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go now.”
He let go of her, and with a dark look he strode back to the bar. Natalie took a few deep breaths before following him in order to say good night to the others. As she got to the booth she was surprised to find Yvette sitting on Julian’s lap. As he saw her approach, he pulled Yvette’s face to his and kissed her.
“Good night all. I’ll see you all again tomorrow morning at 9am for more Figure Drawing,” Natalie said. She left, pondering over the unexpected turn the evening had taken.
Natalie liked to get to class at least an hour early, to compose herself and prepare for the day ahead. She was surprised to find the studio door open when she arrived, as she knew that she’d closed it the previous day. She entered quietly, looking carefully around. She heard sounds coming from behind the screen in the corner.
Peering between the hinged sections of the screen, she saw Julian and Yvette on the studio’s old sofa. Yvette was on his lap, straddling him. They were kissing, their tongues working furiously in each other’s mouths. Julian had his hands under her T-shirt, roughly fondling her tits. Natalie could see how he was kneading and squeezing her nipples. Yvette was making a low moaning sound. Suddenly he stopped and pulled her top off, then dragged the straps of her bra down over each shoulder, exposing her perky tits. Yvette reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Julian put his hands over her tits and squeezed them hard.
Then he pushed her off his lap abruptly as he started to undo his pants. Lifting his butt, he pulled his jeans and jocks down, exposing his massive cock.
Natalie almost sighed out loud at her first sight of his erect penis. True aesthetic beauty was rare, even in art studios. She felt that familiar twang in her pussy, so she put her hand up under her skirt and into her panties. She lightly caressed her clit with soft strokes as she continued to watch.
Yvette knelt down between his legs and took his cock into her mouth. Gripping him around the base of his shaft, she pumped her hand up and down. Her lips stretched wide in order to take him all in. Now it was his turn to moan.
Suddenly he sat up and pushed her away again. Standing, he pulled her to her feet, and bent her over at the waist against the armrest. He raised her short skirt, exposing her thong and tight ass cheeks. Then he slapped her hard on the one cheek and whispered, “I’m gonna give it to you rough. You like it rough, don’t you?” When she didn’t reply he slapped her again. “Tell me how you want me to give it to you!”
“Rough! I want it rough,” Yvette panted.
At that he pulled her thong aside and shoved his cock into her. Holding her firmly by the hips he banged her hard. Yvette squealed and arched her back towards him. He continued to pound in and out of her, his cock shiny from her juices.
Natalie was working her clit harder and faster. She couldn’t help imagining that it was she that was being fucked by that fabulous cock. She could feel the delicious tingle starting from deep inside her, growing and growing until she was coming, coming just as Julian let out a deep moan and ground his hips into Yvette for the last time.
Natalie taught her class that day as if nothing untoward had happened. As she came out of her office at the end of the day, she found Julian once again seated on the model’s podium, now fully dressed.
“Did you enjoy the show this morning?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Excuse me?”
“I knew you were watching me. I set it all up for you.” He jumped down from the podium and came over to her. He gave her the once over with his eyes, and moistened his lips with his tongue.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“I fucked her just for you. I thought maybe you’d like to see me in action before you let me give you a whirl.” He moved in really close, until he was almost touching her. With one hand he reached out and lightly touched the bottom of her ear and neck, and slowly traced down to her chin. Natalie felt a shudder go through her. His hand on her chin, he pulled her face up until she was looking into his eyes.
“I knew you’d be here early,” he said. “So did you come?’
Natalie slapped him and watched as her handprint showed up on his face. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you better watch your mouth!”
“Oh, I know who I am. I’m the one with the cock that you want plowing your wet cunt,” he whispered softly in her ear.
Natalie tried to step away, but Julian was holding her firmly by her upper arms.
“You know the real thing is better than just watching, don’t you?”
“Julian, I must ask you to stop this now. I don’t know why you are doing this to me, but…”
“I like an experienced woman that’s a bit of a challenge. I’m so fucking bored of fucking loose tramps like Yvette. God, I’ve been so hard thinking about what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to make you beg, I’m going to make you scream for me to fuck you.”
“Let me go now, Julian, I think you need to let me go now.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining last night when I had my hand all over you, or when you were getting your rods off watching me fucking someone this morning…”
“Let go of me NOW!” Natalie was struggling to get out of his grip.
“How’s it gonna look when I report you to the Dean of Students for sexually harassing me? I’m just a poor student trying to make some extra money doing some modeling, and this aging has-been artist comes on to me and won’t take no for an answer…”
At that Natalie managed to get her right arm free. As it swung back it made contact with a sculpture stand behind her. Her fingers closed around a small bronze sculpture of a woman’s torso. Without thinking she brought her arm forward forcefully and smashed the sculpture against Julian’s head.
*
There was nothing that Natalie liked better than a whole weekend dedicated to a new art project.
Returning the bag of concrete, iron rods and chicken wire to her garden shed, she removed her overalls and gloves and washed her hands at the outside tap. Seating herself on a patio chair, she lit a cigarette as she surveyed her latest work that had been given pride of place in her secluded back garden. The reclining figure of a naked man, his form lovingly defined in concrete. She had managed to capture a somewhat jaunty air, perhaps even a sense of arrogance in his pose. How beautifully the afternoon sun was revealing his form, how wonderful it was to be able to contemplate him in peace and quiet.
Yes indeed, aesthetic beauty was a rare thing, and if it just so happened to come with a huge cock, well, that was just the cherry on top.
Originally published October 2010
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