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Mark had sat down again. Nicky quickly drained her wine, and held her glass out for him to refill. “No, it’s a lovely idea. I’m here now, anyway. Why don’t we give it a go. I should do some studies for the jungle picture anyway, and you’d have to take your clothes off for them.”
She definitely got braver with alcohol in her. That wasn’t a suggestion she would have made a glass earlier. Mark and Eleanor grinned back as she looked from side to side at them.
“Me first, then. I’ve run out of wine. I should get naked before I’m allowed a refill.” Eleanor said. She pushed herself up from the couch, wobbling a little when upright. “Yes, I definitely need some time out before I have any more wine. Can you help me out of this.” She indicated the zip that ran down the back of her dress.
Nicky looked at Mark, expecting the request to have been aimed at him. He held up his glass and the wine bottle with a sort of shrug, indicating that his hands were full. He immediately made that a lie when he wedged the bottle between his thighs again, and offered to take Nicky’s glass.
Was she being steered into this, directed through the script of Mark and Eleanor’s fantasy? It was possible, but it also seemed that they were feeling their way through this, just the same as she was. They were testing the limits, seeing what they, as well as she, were willing to do. And she wanted to go along with that, because she kept passing what she would have thought were her limits.
Standing behind the taller woman, Nicky took a moment to calm the shiver of nervousness in her hands. She reached up, and plucked at the end of the zip. Pulling it slowly but firmly, she released the little catches one by one, exposing Eleanor’s skin.
Reaching a black bra strap, Nicky slowed. For her, this had now moved to another level. It had become easier to talk about this gorgeous woman getting naked for her, but the vision of underwear signalled that it was about to become a reality. After all the time she had fantasised about it, what was she going to do when she finally saw her old boss with no clothes on? She picked up the pace of release, determined to find out.
When the zip reached its final teeth, Nicky faltered for a moment before releasing it. “Would you do the bra strap whilst you’re there?” Eleanor asked.
Nicky took hold of either side of the strap, moving them together until she felt the change in the tension of the elastic. When she let them go, the hooks and eyes had separated, and the bra released.
Eleanor reached up to stroke the dress from her shoulders. Nicky wanted to stay and watch, but forced herself to walk over to the table, where she had left her bag of art kit. Whilst she was there, she slid the pirate picture back into the folio. She put the bag on the table, opening it to check the contents. She picked out her pencil tin and the smaller of her sketching pads. Only then did she turn to look at Eleanor again.
Eleanor was naked, and just as glorious a sight as Nicky had hoped. She had long, shapely legs, a flat, toned stomach, and perfect breasts. They were full and firm, with just the slightest sag tilting the nipples up to point at the ceiling. Eleanor was fussing with her hair, lifting the lovely globes up to emphasise their attributes.
Nicky’s eyes travelled back down Eleanor’s body, over her belly, past the long, slim navel, to the neatly cropped pubic hair. She didn’t stare any more, resisting the urge to seek out the lips under that hair. She didn’t need to see Eleanor’s sex, she lied to herself.
Eleanor clasped her hands behind her back, thrusting her chest out again. “Am I okay? Do I pass muster as a model?”
“Perfect.” said Nicky, so quietly, she wasn’t sure she could be heard. “Perfect. Just what any artist could want.”
“Should I take my clothes off as well?” Mark asked. Nicky had forgotten he was there.
“Yes. We can do some couples poses. Life drawing is always just one person. I think your idea was really good. Let’s do that.” Nicky caught herself before she rattled on any more.
Mark had already put the wine bottle and glasses aside, as if it hadn’t already been obvious he was lying about his hands being full. He bounced from the seat, taking Eleanor in his arms to kiss her before starting his own strip.
To keep herself from staring, Nicky hurried over to her old seat, and started sorting pencils from her tin. That distraction didn’t last long, and she looked up to find Mark mooning her as he pushed trousers and boxers down his legs. She bit her lip, and glanced at Eleanor, who was smiling as her eyes danced back and forth between the action and reaction of her husband’s disrobing.
“How do you want us?” Eleanor asked, as Mark fought with his shoes.
“Um…. I…. think…. I think I’d like you standing together, fairly relaxed, but like you’re about to kiss. Just moving in, but your lips not quite touching.” That was what Nicky wanted to see, as much as what she wanted to draw. The two were the same, really. “I think that’s….” Mark had turned around, and Nicky had glanced his way, drawn by the movement.
Eleanor looked for the cause of Nicky’s sudden silence. Guessing it involved her husband, she looked down. “Oh dear.”
“I did say it would turn me on.” Mark explained. He made no move to hide his erection. In fact, he placed his hands on his hips and straightened his back, making it more prominent. “I can put it away, if you’d like.”
That sounded like a dare to Nicky. Would she make him put his boxers back on? If they hadn’t talked about this, and he hadn’t hinted it might happen- if someone had just turned around and exposed themselves to her- she would have been straight out the door. Maybe she would have paused long enough to slap them and make sure she had all her things, but that was all. This was different, though.
“Most models don’t get excited when they’re posing. It’s been a while since I saw…. that.” Had that sounded like self pity? She hoped not. “Could I draw it? Later?” She remembered the large cock she kept in her dirty art box. Perhaps it was time for it to have a friend.
“If it’s still around later. Now, how did you say you wanted us?” Mark moved over to his wife’s side and rested a hand on her waist. They turned to each other, she twining her fingers into those of his other hand. His erection wedged between them, and they both looked down for a moment and grinned.
That was almost the pose Nicky wanted to see. Putting her pencils aside, she stood. Without really thinking about it, she laid hands on their backs, and guided them closer. When she remembered she was handling naked people, she let go quickly. More tentatively, she took their arms and moved them together by manipulating them.
“There. Now, move your heads closer. Tilt them. That’s it. Open lips, like you’re about to kiss. Perfect. Can you hold that pose?”