All good places
Liz is looking for a job on the Internet as she does every morning. With a coffee with lots of milk and a little sugar as she likes it in one hand and her cell phone in the other, she scrolls through the job ads one by one without stopping to look at the ones that don’t interest her for more than a couple of seconds. Cleaning job? No. Babysitting job? Not in a million years. Receptionist? Not her thing. Boutique assistant? Meh.
Liz just focuses on her goal. Modeling. If only she could find a modeling job, no matter how menial, she’d take it. It’s what she enjoys most in the whole world. It’s her passion.
She’s about to give up, when the phone lights up and Wes’ name appears on the screen. She quickly answers the call.
“Wes?”
“Hey, girl, what’s up?” her friend answers monotonously.
Wes was the person Liz trusted the most. He always had modeling jobs for her when she was about to hit rock bottom with her dreams. Even though they were small jobs, they managed to keep her motivated.
“Tell me what you’ve got, Wes. I can’t wait. I haven’t found something good in months.”
“That’s what you got me for, girl.” She listens as Wes turns the pages of a magazine on the other end of the line. “I was talking to a very close friend of mine this morning. He told me he was looking for a model for today afternoon.”
“That’s awesome! Thanks, Wes. What kind of clothes will I try on?”
Her friend is quiet for a moment before letting out a chuckle.
“It’s not photo shoots, dear. What I could get you is modeling for a drawing session. No clothes and no cameras.”
Something inside Liz couldn’t help but be disappointed. It wasn’t what she was looking for, but it didn’t sound bad either. Maybe she wouldn’t model clothes or anything like that, but she would model for artists to draw her. She’d take it as a bit of experience.
“Sounds great.”
“I’m glad you accepted, girl. You don’t worry about a thing. Eric is one of my best friends. Quite the gentleman and quite the papito, queen.” Something about Wes’ laugh makes Liz get a little excited. “I recommended you and showed him some of your pictures. He loved you. He says he’s looking forward to meeting you.”
“I think the feeling is mutual.”
"No kidding, girl. Just a word of advice. Drawing sessions are long so rest as much as you can and practice not moving around too much.”
“Noted.”
“Okay, I’ll send you the address and time. Good luck, sis.”
Four hours later, Liz was already outside this Eric guy’s studio. She had taken a long nap and a hot bath to relax so she was feeling great. Excitement swirls in her chest and once she decides to knock on the door, she can’t help but smile. At last she would be modeling again!
A few minutes later, a man appears in Liz’s field of vision, just on the other side of the glass door. He smiles at her and wipes his hands on a cloth before opening the door for her.
“Hi. You must be Liz. Wes told me so much about you.”
“It’s a pleasure. Eric, right?”
“That’s right.”
Eric smiles again, showing a row of his perfectly white teeth. He’s handsome. Too handsome. Liz can’t help but bring her eyes to his, a caramel shade like his hair, to his big, straight nose, to his freshly trimmed beard, to his pink lips, to his shoulders struggling against the fabric of the white shirt, to his pecs, his arms.... The whole man looks like something out of Olympus himself.
“I think Wes explained to you a little bit what the session is about, right?”
Liz nods her head. “A little bit, yes.”
“Well, come on in. Let’s go to my studio and I’ll let you get ready.”
Liz follows Eric to a red door at the end of the room filled with framed paintings of flowers, landscapes and portraits. The place is beautiful and the paintings give it an elegant feel, but the studio is a different thing altogether. It’s full of art supplies, paint stains, a few tables with canvases and brushes and right at the back, a place cleared out completely to let a leather sofa get all the attention. The place is messy, but it has a fresh, intimate feel to it that makes Liz feel like she’s invading a special space for him.
“This place is amazing.”
“Thank you. It’s where I get inspired.” he replies, looking at her with those caramel-colored eyes. “Shall we get started?”
Liz nods. “Where shall I be?”
“On the couch. You can take your clothes off in that bathroom over there. I’ve left a robe so you can cover up anytime.”
“Oh, okay-wait. What did you say?”
“About the robe?”
“No. Did you say to take my clothes off?”
Eric looks at her, confused.
“Yes? That’s what I said. Is there a problem?”
Damn it, Wes. He never said anything about her modeling nude. Now that she remembered, Wes did say, no clothes and no cameras. Is that what he meant? Liz has never done anything like that. It’s not her field!
She’s about to say no and apologize for the misunderstanding with Eric when her eyes meet his. She can’t do that to him at the last minute. Besides, it’s not Eric’s fault that his friend decided to play a dirty trick on her and keep that kind of important information to himself.
“None. I’ll be right back.”
God, what a mess. Now that Liz is in the bathroom and has found the robe Eric has left for her to cover herself, she feels embarrassed. What if her body isn’t pretty enough? What will Eric say? Maybe he won’t want to draw her. Maybe this really was a bad idea.
“Liz?” She jumps in surprise. Eric taps the door a few times and it muffles the sound of his thick, sexy voice. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes! Everything’s fine. I’ll be out in a moment.”
Little by little she takes off all her clothes, remaining completely naked under her robe. When she finally gets the courage to leave the bathroom, Eric is there, waiting for her. His smile returns to his lips when he sees her.
“Come. Sit here. I’ll tell you how to pose. All you have to do is sit still and relax.”
“Okay...”
Gently, Eric guides her to the couch and sits her down showing her how to position her hands and legs before stepping back a bit and grabbing a sketchbook and pencil. He sits down on a stool and places the sketchbook on his legs to give her a look.
“When you’re ready, take off your robe and we can begin.”
Liz is trembling and Eric can see it, but he associates it with her perhaps not being used to undressing in front of strangers. Liz gets the strength to open the robe and drop it to the floor. The air is cold against her skin, making goose bumps run down her body. She strikes the pose Eric has instructed and takes a deep breath to try to calm herself.
Eric wastes no time and begins to move his pencil nimbly across the surface of the sheet. Liz can’t quite see which part of her he has started drawing first, but every time Eric lays his eyes on her, Liz quivers. She is so nervous that the pose makes her feel a little insecure. She is in such a way that her breasts are exposed and her legs slightly spread. If it weren’t for a tiny cushion, Liz would swear her pussy would be directly in Eric’s view. That thought isn’t all bad. In fact, Liz feels her body temperature rise at the thought. With each passing minute, her mind fills with scenarios drawn from erotic movies and books. Eric looking at her and deciding that drawing her wasn’t enough. Eric standing up and walking towards her. Eric pushing the cushion away from between her legs. Eric caressing her skin, her breasts and thighs. Eric licking her pussy....
Liz blinks to get out of her fantasy mind. She hasn’t been intimate with anyone in a while. She’s been busy looking for work, that she hasn’t had time to have sex. Maybe all these ideas she’s having are a product of not having someone touch her in a while.
Hours pass, but Liz can’t stop thinking about something else. What was happening to her? Was her body taking over? Or maybe...
It was Eric. Something about him... The way he was looking at her.... It couldn’t just be her feeling what she was feeling.
“Liz?”
“Huh? What?”
“Are you okay?”
She wasn’t okay. Her body wanted things that her mind still didn’t seem to accept.
“Yes. I mean, no.”
But what the hell are you doing?
“What’s the matter? Are you tired? We can take a few minutes if you like.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Liz stands up and is about to pick up the robe when an idea fills her head. She walks straight to Eric, who seems surprised that Liz hasn’t covered up yet. She stands next to him and tries to look at the drawing, but he closes the notebook before she can even look at it.
Her eyes meet his. And her body moves on its own. In seconds, Liz is already sitting on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and crashing her lips on his. Eric opens his eyes wide, but is taken in by the feel and taste of Liz on his lips. She tastes like honey and the sounds coming from her mouth make Eric bring his hands to her hips and up her back. Liz can’t believe it. She took the step and he didn’t back down. On the contrary. He’s kissing her back and touching her without fear. Liz smiles.
“What are we doing, Liz?”
"Making out.”
“Feels good.”
Liz stops the kiss to leave kisses on his jaw and neck.
“It might feel better. If you want.” She whispers in his ear.
“Only if you want it, Liz.”
She wants it and she knows he wants it too. His growing erection proves it to her. She rubs against him, stealing a growl from his mouth and causing his erection to harden even more beneath her.
Eric doesn’t know how they came to this in just seconds, but it doesn’t bother him. Liz is an attractive woman and in the past few hours has done nothing but awaken something Eric thought dead years ago. In one nimble movement, he grabs Liz by the ass and lifts her up to place her on one of his work tables. She moves a few brushes and paintbrushes out of the way as they deepen the kiss and Eric runs his hands over her, massaging her breasts and down to her knees. He pulls them apart, drawing a moan of surprise from Liz. He stops the kiss and kneels down in front of her, draping her legs over his shoulders. He blows and the sensation sends jolts of electricity over her entire body. Nothing compared to what it makes her feel when his tongue slides inside her hungrily. Her legs contract and Eric has to hold her so she can’t close herself off to him. Not when he’s tasting her pussy. Delicious.
“Eric... Mmm...”
He chuckles, his tongue still inside her. Sensation builds in her core, drawing moans of ecstasy from her lips each time Eric licks and sucks. Liz feels the beast of orgasm lurking to attack and Eric’s hands caressing her thighs isn’t much help.
“Eric...”
“God, Liz, you drive me crazy when you moan my name. What have you done to me, woman?”
“May I ask the same...” Eric sucks intensely on her folds and Liz tenses as she lets out her salty juices. “Oh, Eric...”
Liz can only throw her head back as Eric fucks her with his tongue. Her senses are magnified as she closes her eyes and feels every cell in her body ignite to life from the pleasure coursing through her nerves. Her hands go to his hair and she pulls it to keep him there. Eric kisses her folds before attacking the pearl of sensitive nerves that is her clit and Liz cries out in pleasure when he decides to insert two fingers inside her. He folds them and toys up and down her walls, brushing against her G-spot a couple of times.
“Oh god, Eric, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
Liz is already moving her hips for him, allowing his fingers to pump in and out of her with ease as she moans nonstop.
“Damn, Liz.”
“Give me more, Eric...”
“I don’t have any condoms-”
“Eric.” The seriousness with which she says it makes Eric stop finger fucking her and place his gaze upon her. “Take off your pants, get your friend out and fuck me fast and hard.”
Eric smiles. There is nothing else he wants to do. He stands up and Liz lies back on the table, filling her back with cold paint and feeling the arousal building in her chest. Eric unbuckles his belt, then drops his pants to his ankles, leaving Liz’s view of his magnificent cock. If his appearance was that of a god, his dick was even more so. Long and thick for her.
“Oh, Eric. I need you now.”
He spreads her legs even wider, feeling his penis thicken even more with anticipation at the sight of her delicious pussy. She’s so wet...
“Hurry up.” Liz murmurs. Her heart beats like it wants to explode from anticipation. Liz knows it will feel good. Really good.
Eric teases her, placing the tip of his penis between her folds and Liz lets out a hiss as he rubs against her swollen flesh.
“I’ll do it now.” Eric whispers, receiving a nod of affirmation from Liz in response. When he slides inside her, Liz contracts. “Oh, Liz, you feel amazing. Fuck.”
He inserts himself until the base of his cock meets her lips and they both let out a grunt of release at what they’ve accomplished. Eric doesn’t stop there. He pumps in and out of her with rhythm, causing Liz to slip down the table because of the paint and have to hold onto him, wrapping her legs around his hips. She lets out moans of satisfaction thanks to Eric’s length desperately rubbing every nerve in her walls.
He continues to thrust confidently into her and all her mind can think about is that he’s fucking the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He watches approvingly as Liz’s mouth lies open to give free vent to her whimpers of pleasure that only make him feel the need to enter her harder.
“Eric... I’m going to come...” Liz announces, giving him a pleading look.
“Do it.” Eric takes her by the hips and slides a finger down to her incredible clit to stimulate it as she deserves.
Liz cries out at the surprising but welcome stroke and contracts harder around his massive cock, causing Eric to come inside her at the same time as she lets herself be carried away by her orgasm. He continues to pump himself a couple more times, mixing their juices and lubricating her channel to slam her harder against the table.
“Eric, ugh...”
“Just a little more...”
“Keep going... Ah!”
Liz feels as if her pussy is going to tear, but she feels the need to keep going. She moans even more, giving Eric what he wants and getting the sexy sound of him grunting at the sensation in return.
“I wish I could draw us doing it. God, Liz, that must be the best view. Me fucking you like this.”
As Liz feels another orgasm unfolding, she contracts again and Eric knows he has to stop or he’ll never be able to stop. Liz is like a drug to him now, but he fights against his will and slides his satisfied penis out of her. They are both breathing hard.
“I think it was a good decision to take this job.” Liz laughs, still feeling the lack of him inside her.
“Thank you, Wes.”
“Can I see my drawing?”
Eric doesn’t answer.
“Eric?”
“There’s no drawing.”
“What?”
“I got so lost in your beauty that I never drew anything. Just lines and scribbles.”
A smirk forms on Liz’s lips.
“Well maybe I should stay a while longer so you can draw me properly.”
