Jenny and Jack Pt. 08

Other than the sounds of Tom adjusting his easel and setting out his pencils the room was silent. I could hear his occasional deep breaths and feel my heart pounding in my chest when suddenly he broke the silence saying, "Unfasten the robe Grace."

It felt like I was back in my dream of earlier that week. I felt like he had some kind of power over me and, at that very moment, I felt that I would do almost anything he asked.

With my hands slightly trembling I unfastened the belt of the robe and glanced down to see the front of the robe open a little.

"Good girl. Now ease the robe off of your shoulders and just let it fall and crumple around your feet."

I'll be completely naked! I thought as a sudden surprise surge of excitement briefly swept through my body.

I found myself experiencing all kinds of mixed emotions and moral dilemmas but I felt overwhelmingly that I did not want to appear immature. I was in an artist's studio surrounded by pictures of naked women. Deep down I wanted to be one of those naked women; bold and liberated, defeating my shyness and showing my figure.

I slipped the silk robe slowly from each shoulder and then, as it started to slip and gravity took over I felt the soft fine silk caress every prominent part of my body as it slid down into a crumpled heap at my ankles.

"You look fabulous Grace. Now turn your head toward me but keep your back toward me.

I twisted my head around until I could see Tom behind the easel. My cheeks felt as though they were on fire as the feeling of embarrassment at being naked in front of him filled my senses.

"Look directly into my eyes, Grace."

I heard the camera shutter click as my eyes met his.

What I did not know was that the camera was running permanently, recording a video of the whole event. The shutter clicks were merely taking still shots from the video.

"That's great, now turn your upper body toward me a little."

I turned a little as he asked, very aware that if I moved any further he would see one of my naked breasts in profile.

"Now lift your arms and place your hands behind your head."

As I hesitated he said, "Come on Grace, do as I ask."

As I lifted my hands like he asked I could feel that the pose would emphasise my breasts especially when he insisted, "push your elbows back and keep your back straight."

"You are looking spectacular Grace. Now turn your upper body a little further toward me."

I tried to delay the inevitable by only twisting round a little more but deep down knew that he wanted to see more of my breast.

"A little further please Grace I want to see a glimpse of your nipple."

Just hearing him mention my nipple sent curious shivers through my body. I groaned inwardly, desperate to try and overcome my natural shyness as I realised I was becoming aroused. I could feel both nipples tingling and much to my dismay I could feel them growing as Tom said, "Don't be shy Grace, just turn a little further.

With one last mental effort I twisted round until I knew that he could see my breast in profile.

With my face still flushed bright scarlet he exclaimed, "Oh Grace, your breasts are even better than I imagined." As he spoke I heard the camera shutter click again as he said, "Now just try to stay in that position while I sketch you.

I could hear the scratching of his pencil as I watched him repeatedly looking at me and then back at his easel as he busily sketched.

After a while he said, "Grace, how are you feeling now that you have been naked for a while?"

I giggled a little nervously and replied, I suppose I feel a little less embarrassed now than I did earlier."

"Excellent. I always find that the first time they are naked in the studio is the most challenging for my models."

I felt a little startled as Tom moved out from behind the easel and started to walk toward me. I began to lower my raised arms but he fixed me with that disarming gaze of his and said, "No, stay exactly like you were Grace."

Much to my embarrassment I felt the tingling in my nipples increase and even more concerning I felt a warm wetness between my thighs as Tom stood very close behind me.

He lifted my chin with one hand as he said quietly, "So innocent, so pretty."

My cheeks flushed again as he lightly brushed his fingertips across my lips. I didn't know how was supposed to react so I just stood there as he opened my mouth a little and pushed the tip of his finger between my lips.

His dark piercing eyes gazed directly into mine as his hand left my mouth and slowly traced a path down over my chin.

"Just keep still Grace," he said as I felt his other hand press lightly into the small of my back.

His fingers traced a delicate path under my chin and then slowly down my neck. At the same time his other hand moved down to my buttocks.

I gasped and tried to catch my breath as I felt his fingers tracing down over the curve of my buttocks as he said, "you have such a beautiful backside Grace, maybe when you visit again I can capture it in all of its glory."

I felt his breath on my cheek as he moved even closer and suddenly his fingers reached my breast.

"No, please, I ..." but I knew I did not sound convincing as his fingers reached my engorged nipple, his hand then cupped my breast and he said, "So firm, so beautiful."

With his hand cupping my breast and his fingers now tweaking my nipple I felt the other hand slowly move to the centre of my buttocks. With his fingers gently kneading my firm flesh I glanced into his eyes again and did exactly as he asked when he said, "move your feet apart Grace."

With my feet now a foot or so apart I gasped and swooned as his hand slipped purposefully between my upper thighs and his fingers brushed over the hot wetness of my labia.

I felt my legs go weak and he supported me; still cupping my breast and with his hand between my legs.

"Just relax Grace, let go."

I gasped again as I felt his hand cup the whole of my vulva, his fingers moving and massaging sensuously sending shivers of pleasure through my body.

Part of me wanted to stop him but I was too weak to resist as I felt him part my labia and slide a finger slowly and sensuously deep into my wetness. I started to rock to and fro on his finger as he managed to lightly trap my clitoris between his remaining fingers.

He gripped my breast harder, squeezing it almost to the point of pain as I shamelessly ground my lower body against his hand. He seemed to sense my every need as I felt his finger push deeper and his hand press up harder against my oozing labia. I could feel myself losing control as his one finger was replaced by two, sawing in and out of me as he brought me rapidly to an orgasm. I screamed and squirmed against his supportive body, hearing the sounds of my ecstasy echoing around the studio as his two fingers swirled and push deeply into my vagina causing me to almost faint there and then.

Slowly I started to recover and, having lost all shyness for a while, felt it return as he looked into my eyes whilst giving my breast one last playful squeeze and easing his fingers from my wetness.

He then lifted his still glistening fingers up to my mouth and said, "Lick them clean Grace, lick your juices and taste your own arousal."

I didn't know what to say and just did as he asked and licked his fingers clean of my juices.

"I'm sorry I said, mumbling and confused."

"Sorry for what?" he said, with a huge grin, you did exactly as I asked you to. Now I think that is enough for today, so get dressed and then we'll fix a date for your next session."

"Next session," I ask, "I thought that this was it?"

"Unless you want to stop Grace I thought that today was just the start."

I looked around at the pictures on the walls. I wondered if all of these naked ladies had experienced what I had just done, or; my mind froze for a moment as I looked at one particular painting of a woman that looked remarkably like my mother.

I knew that it could not possible be her. My mother would never do anything like that. This woman was completely naked and with her legs spread wide showing every intimate detail between her legs and I could not help wondering if Tom and her had had sex in this very studio.

Even though I was now fully dressed again I felt naked under his intense gaze as I said shyly, "do you really want me to come back again?"

"It's entirely up to you Grace if you want to pose for me again I would be willing to try you in some different poses."

I looked again at the woman who looked like my mother posing with her legs open. I noticed another detail that I had missed just now; her labia were not only open which was to be expected considering how wide open her legs were but she was obviously wet. Tom had captured on canvas the glistening wetness of the woman's labia.

I felt sure that I would never have the courage or even the desire to pose as boldly as that and yet I felt fascinated by the idea. Fascinated but somewhat surprised that the idea of showing Tom a little more of my naked body excited me.

I walked to the door of the studio and as I was about to leave I had already dismissed any thoughts of returning but when Tom asked again, "well Grace, do you want to pose for me again?"

I just blurted out, "Yes. Yes, please."

"Great, said Tom. Shall we say next Saturday at the same time?"

"OK." I said, already wondering why I had just said yes and what I was letting myself in for.

And then, as if to clarify what he had in mind he added, I look forward to seeing you again next week then. Oh, and by the way, it won't clash with your period will it?"

"No." My cheeks flushed crimson at the implication of what he was asking and then, to take away any remaining doubt I might have had, he added, "Get your pubic hair waxed before next Saturday; OK?"

I didn't answer; I just opened the door, said goodbye and walked away.

3.

All the way home I recounted with disbelief what I had just done. The most vivid recollection being the incredible orgasm I had just experienced at the hand of this much older man.

Never would I have imagined taking my clothes off with a man I hardly knew and then experiencing my first ever non solo orgasm with him.

By the time I reached home I had already decided that this had been a one off; an aberration. I was not the kind of girl who would normally let a man touch me so intimately especially a much older man whom I hardly knew.

As the week passed by my resolve grew weaker. The erotic dreams revisited me almost every night and even though I promised myself that I would call him and cancel our meeting for the following Saturday I found myself checking the classified ads on line to find a local and hopefully discrete waxing salon.

I found one just a short journey from home and in a moment of rashness, I called them and made to appointment. My rationale for making the appointment was that I was curious to have it done for myself and that it was nothing to do with Tom. I had read in magazines that it was becoming popular for young women to be waxed. It apparently felt more hygienic.

The waxing appointment felt more like a visit to see a gynaecologist as I lay on a couch with my legs wide apart flinching with the sudden sting of each waxed strip tearing the hairs from my pubis and labia. When she had finished the lady handed me a mirror and said, "What do you think?"

I laughed awkwardly, feeling bashful as I lowered the mirror between my open thighs and looked at the reflection of my completely hairless genitalia.

"Great," I replied feeling more embarrassed than ever and eager to leave.

During the week, and of course unknown to me, Tom had sent an email to his friend Jack.

It said;

Hi Jack,

Good news!

I've made contact with Jenny's eldest daughter Grace. My first impression is that she is naturally submissive and with a little more encouragement from me could soon be as accommodating as her mother and younger sister. She has the most delightful body as you will see from the attached video.

Hopefully by this time next week I will have more to show you.

Kindest regards,

Tom

After the waxing I returned home and could not resist putting my hand inside my knickers to feel how smooth it felt. I had a shower before retiring to bed and, in a moment of curiosity I found myself squatting over a hand mirror to check out my hairless genitalia. Just the sight of my slightly protruding inner labia in the mirror made me feel embarrassed. I had never liked the way in which my inner lips looked 'untidy' as they stuck out. It made me remember the times when my younger sister and I would look at each other's when we were growing up. My sister's looked neat and contained whereas mine always looked like soft irregular shaped thick petals dangling out from my outer lips.

The fact that I was now completely hairless 'down there' had taken away any camouflage I once had.

That night my sleep was interrupted many times by vivid dreams. The details were different each time but the consistent theme was of me completely naked in embarrassing situations. In some of the dreams I was in Tom's studio opening my legs as he gazed between them with his piercing eyes. In others I was in a house somewhere surrounded by fully clothed male lecturers and their friends, all staring at my nakedness and especially between my legs.

The dreams were disturbing and, although I awoke after each one, fearful and sweating, there was another factor that disturbed me even more; I was always very aroused.

Each time I awoke I could feel the wetness between my legs and the pleasant tingling warmth in my breasts and nipples. Awaking from each dream was a huge relief, allowing me to escape from the deep humiliation of older men gazing lustfully at my hairless pussy, but the arousal was unexpected.

At some stage during the night I gave in to temptation and slid my hand down between my legs and gently toyed with my labia. I must have slipped into another dream, half awake and half asleep where I was lying down, legs wide open and masturbating whilst a large group of men, including Tom, stood and watched. As I felt myself starting to cum I awoke with a start; my fingers wet and busy between my legs as a real life orgasm shook my body.

As each day passed I promised myself that I'd call Tom and cancel our Saturday date. I was in little doubt that by just turning up I would be giving him the green light to have me naked with my legs spread while he sketched me and then perhaps go further than he had last week. I still felt shocked by what I had already allowed to happen in his studio. The days passed quickly and Saturday was approaching but I still hadn't called him and deep down I already knew that I wouldn't.

On Saturday morning I felt as though I was somehow hypnotised and under Tom's spell as I got dressed and set off for his studio. It was a very warm day and unlike my usual student attire of Jeans and a T-shirt I chose to wear a lightweight cotton dress that fastened down the front with a long zipper over my usual sensible white cotton bra and knickers.

Even before I knocked on the door I knew that I would be at his mercy. I suppose I felt flattered by his attention and his compliments but I also secretly yearned to feel his piercing gaze caressing my body again and his deep authoritative voice somehow commanding me to do as he wished.

I knocked on the door and waited nervously. I then felt the butterflies in my stomach as I heard his footsteps approaching. The door swung open and he greeted me with a broad grin.

"Come in Grace, I've been looking forward to your arrival since I got up this morning."

I smiled back trying to maintain a confident and mature demeanour as I entered the studio. My mind was racing as I tried to imagine what might lie in store for me during the next few hours.

Tom was wearing just a T-shirt and a pair of shorts and I mean 'just a pair of shorts', as in no underpants. The shorts, although loose fitting, were quite clingy and as I tried but failed to avert my eyes, I could see the clear outline of his penis and part of his testicles.

Those piercing eyes caught mine as I returned my gaze swiftly back from his crotch but it was too late, I knew he had caught me looking.

He said nothing, just grinned as he asked, "Would you like tea or coffee Grace before we start?"

"I'd love a tea please."

I then added, in a confident voice that belied my true feelings, "shall I undress while you make the tea?"

I'd already spotted the silk bathrobe and planned to do the same as last time to at least delay my total nudity for a while.

To my dismay he called back, "No, let's drink out tea first and then I will watch you undress."

I stood nervously, looking around the studio and again I felt my eyes drawn to the picture of a woman that reminded me of my mother. I knew of course that it couldn't possibly be. My mother would never do anything like that.

I then noticed that the wooden chair was no longer on the raised platform. In its place was a strange looking X shaped frame. Parts of it were padded and there were leather straps attached to each of the arms.

At that moment Tom returned with two small cups of coffee. He handed me one and as I sipped it he said, "You seem to be fascinated by that particular picture," as he pointed to the women that reminded me of my mother.

"Would you like me to tell you a little about the model?"

"Yes," I said.

"Her name is Jenny."

I nearly choked on my coffee as he mentioned my mother's name but then dismissed it as a coincidence.

"Jenny was very much like you Grace. She was naturally shy but I persuaded her to pose for one of my art classes when our regular professional nude model let us down. I think that she discovered something new within herself as she posed naked for my older male students. She then agreed to pose for the picture you see there on the wall."

I felt Tom's piercing eyes caressing me, perhaps anticipating what he had in mind for me. I then blushed as he continued, "You will notice how she looks aroused, yes?"

I found myself looking at the picture again gazing at the woman's exposed, open and wet genitalia.

"Yes," I mumbled.

"That is because she had just brought herself to a climax using her fingers while I watched and painted."

I tried to imagine how that must have felt for her as he continued, "Jenny then came to my photographic club on a couple of occasions and posed more explicitly for us."

I must have looked puzzled as I tried to imagine what could be more explicit than openly masturbating in front of Tom. He hesitated before looking directly into my eyes and said, "Let's just say that she was intimate with all of the club members during the course of one evening."

I dare not ask any more; my mind was mind racing and wondering what he had in mind for me as we finished our coffee and he looked across to the strange X frame on the raised platform before returning his gaze to me saying, "I've made good progress with the painting of you I started last week but I want to do some more with different poses before I show the completed works to you."

"OK," said, "Whatever you think is best."

"Good," said Tom, now take off your clothes Grace and we can get started on the second one."

His voice sounded commanding and his piercing eyes just reinforced his dominance over me. His instruction to undress sounded so matter of fact, as if it was quite normal for any woman to simply strip at his command. My hands were shaking a little and the butterflies in my stomach were fluttering wildly as I obediently reached for the zip on the front of my dress and started to pull it down.