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doesn't have a secret.
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Secret Smile (M/F, rom) <http://www.jonathonart.com/dis.html>
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Secret Smile (M/F, rom)
"Come on Honey. Please," I begged. "It's not like you haven't done it
before." Cajoling hadn't worked and I hoped begging would.
"Brad! That was different," Becky replied. "It was just you and me.
Not in a room full of people."
"Becky, would I ask you to do this if I didn't think you would enjoy
it?" I asked, tilting my head forward and looking at her over the top of my
glasses.
"Well-- No. But it's so strange. I never thought of doing something
like this in public," she replied, blushing slightly.
"It's not really public. There'll only be twenty or so students there
to see your lovely naked body."
"Yeah. Twenty people looking at me and making me do embarrassing
things," she replied in a huff.
"They won't make you do anything embarrassing and I promise you'll like
it and want to do it again."
I kept the smile on my face, Becky is the one who said she needed to
make some extra spending money. Now she was trying to back out after I had
promised a lovely thing for this month's session. I knew Ian would be able
to find another model on short notice if pressed to do so, but I didn't
want to disappoint him.
"Ok," she relented. "But you have to stay by me all the time and not
let anyone do any funny stuff!"
"Sweetheart, the only one that I want doing funny stuff to your
delicious body is me."
"Promise?" she asked, stepping up to lean her body against mine.
"Yes. I promise," I said, tilting her head up so I could kiss her lips.
"You know I love you and would never do anything that would hurt you."
"I know," she replied, glancing at the wall clock. "Do we have time for
a little fun?"
I looked at the time, the session didn't start for another two hours and
the hotel where the event was taking place is less than a half-hour away. I
kissed her once more before leading her into the bedroom.
Becky pulled away from me as we entered the bedroom, sitting on the bed
she spread her legs and gave me her sexiest come hither look. I stood
between her spread knees and tugged at her sweater. She raised her arms as
I pulled the garment off her body. Kneeling, my mouth found her breast as
my fingers worked the snaps loose on her jeans. She lifted her hips from
the bed as I slipped the jeans down over her hips, rocking back to let me
pull them off her legs.
I began kissing her thighs, working my way up to her waiting pussy. As
my tongue touched her labia, Becky moaned and gripped my hair with her
hands. Slowly I licked her pussy, letting my tongue delve into her
wetness. She continued to make "mmmmmmmm" sounds as I teased her pussy,
nibbling gently on her clit.
"God, Brad," she whispered urgently. "I need you in me. Now!"
Who am I to refuse the wishes of a lady? I flicked her clit wildly with
my tongue as I unbuttoned my jeans, pausing to slip them down my legs. I
began kissing my way up Becky's belly. I paused to kiss her breast, then
again to nuzzle her neck. Teasing her by rubbing my cock along her pussy,
coating it with her juices.
Becky whimpered with need as I slid my cock in, the head parting her
lips. Her tight muscles gripped my cock, massaging it as I pumped deeper
into her willing body. My balls slapped against her ass with every stroke.
I ground my body against hers, rubbing her clit with my pubic bone.
"Yesss, so good," she hissed.
My mouth found her neck again as she began humping to meet my thrusts.
Our breaths coming in gasps as we neared our peak. Becky gripped me around
the waist with her legs, pulling me deeper into her. Her fingers digging
into my back as her body tensed with anticipation. A low mewling escaped
her lips as her pussy spasmed around my cock. I returned her cry with my
own, her orgasm sending me over the edge. I could feel my cock twitching
as my seed spurted into her.
"Yes. Brad, I love you so much," Becky whispered in my ear as I
collapsed on top of her.
She held on tight as our bodies calmed from the exertion. I wrapped her
in my arms and rolled over, pulling her with me. Becky's mouth sought mine
as we laid there, her tongue tracing my lips as she looked into my eyes.
Becky continued to plant small kisses on my face as I let my hands roam
over her back and ass, feeling the soft warmth of her skin.
"We should take a quick shower before heading over to the hotel," I
said, reminding Becky of the time.
"Un-huh. I want your cum in me while I do this," she replied. "It'll
make me feel sexy, knowing it's there. Our little secret."
"Sure, Honey," I replied with a little laugh.
"Help me get dressed," Becky said.
Rolling off me and standing up, she walked over to her closet, picking
out a white blouse and sky-blue skirt. I picked out a pair of black silk
panties and kneeled before her, planting little kisses, as I slid them up
her legs. She handed me the skirt and I fastened it around her slender
waist. Standing up I kissed her breast and moved behind her to help with
the bra. Instead of buttoning the blouse, Becky tied it in a knot exposing
her belly.
"Damn that is sexy," I commented.
"Thank you kind Sir," She replied. "Blonde, brunette or redhead today?"
"Well. If you're going to wear a wig, then I think blonde would be
sexiest."
She grabbed her long blonde wig and I helped her fasten it in place.
Standing behind her at the mirror I placed my hands around her waist,
pulling her back against me.
"Did I tell you today that I love you?" I asked, staring at her eyes in
the reflection of the mirror.
"Even when you don't say it out loud, your actions say it with every
touch," she replied, tears forming in her eyes. "You know I can't put my
makeup on with tears running down my face. Go do something while I
finish."
I went into the den and sat reading the newspaper while waiting. Soon
enough Becky came out of the bedroom. She had given her eyes a blue shadow
that matched her skirt, ruby red lipstick highlighted her lovely mouth.
"Let's go before I change my mind," she said.
Becky sat close beside me as we headed for the hotel, her hand resting
on my thigh and my arm around her shoulders. As we pulled up to the hotel
I handed the valet our 'Special Event' parking pass, then went around to
help Becky out of the car. I was surprised by the crowd inside the hall as
we entered the convention wing, Becky gripped my arm tighter as we made our
way through the press of bodies.
Ian met us at the door to the small room where he would be doing his
showing. Becky nervously looked around at the people milling outside the
doors.
"I don't know if I can go through with this," she said in a shaky voice.
"Ahh, Miss you will do just fine. I have only invited twenty of my best
students to join us," he replied in his deep resonant voice.
He ushered us in and shut the door with a loud boom. Leading Becky
gently by the arm, up to the front of the room and behind a screen.
"Disrobe my dear," he said matter of factly. "You can put this robe on
before we begin."
Leaving Becky and me behind the screen he headed off to speak with the
students waiting patiently for the start. In a reverse of our earlier
dressing I helped her to shed her clothes. Becky's hands shook with
anxiety as she slipped the robe up onto her shoulders. We could hear Ian
talking to the students, discussing the different techniques to use and
what to expect from Becky. When he was finished he came back to the
screen.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes," Becky replied, gripping my hand.
"I'll be right here for you Sweetheart," I replied.
Ian took Becky's hand and led her out into the spotlights shining on a
single tall stool. He introduced Becky to the group then instructed her to
drop the robe and sit on the stool. Becky looked my way, closed her eyes
briefly and slipped the robe off her shoulders. As the garment hit the
floor her hands crossed in front, hiding her breasts.
"I can do this," she said softly, slowly starting to lower her arms.
"Becky stay like that," one of the female students called out. "That's
perfect. You look darling."
Ian nodded his consent and the students started drawing Becky's form. I
sat in a chair in front of Becky, watching a smile finally play across her
lips as she stared into my eyes. I could hear the scritch scratch of
pencil on paper as Ian talked about what to look for and how to capture the
essence of her being. Becky's eyes never left mine as the session
continued. The girl who asked Becky to stay with her arms folded across
her chest finally tapped me on the shoulder, wiggling her finger for me to
look at her work. I walked back to her easel and my jaw just about hit the
floor as I took in the image she had captured.
"She's got a secret," the girl said. "I can tell. Something only the
two of you know."
"You did a good job. I always knew Becky was beautiful but you really
brought that out," I replied.
"She is a looker. I'm Chris by the way," she said, introducing herself.
Ian asked the class if they were ready for another pose, then had Becky
finally lower her arms. She sat there blushing a deep pink with her
breasts exposed. I could hear the other students begin a new page while I
chatted with Chris. Instead of going on to the new image, Chris picked up
some chalk and began filling in colors on the existing drawing. Ian
motioned me to walk around and look at the other work. Becky's eyes
followed me as I wandered, she seemed more relaxed now, but still had that
secret smile on her lips.
I wandered about the room as class continued, looking at the work of the
other students. None seemed to have grasped the sly look the way Chris
had. After the class concluded and Becky had dressed we walked over to
Chris, she smiled and handed Becky the first sketch.
"Wow. I didn't know Ian had such talented students," Becky exclaimed.
"Thank you. Would you like this one?" Chris replied.
"Could I?" Becky asked.
"Sure. On one condition," Chris answered. "You have to tell me the
secret you were thinking of while sitting up there. It made you look so
mysterious and seductive."
Becky giggled before answering. "Brad and I made love before coming
here today. I was just thinking about that."
"You make a cute couple. Maybe someday I could draw you posing
together."
"That's an excellent idea," Ian replied from behind us. "Brad, Becky
would you two like to be our subjects for next months art show?"
"Sure," Becky replied before I could respond, giving me the same look as
she had while posing.
"Excellent. Now why don't you two go enjoy the rest of the showing," he
replied.
Becky and I wandered through the convention hall looking at the displays
and sales booths. As we made our way toward the front of the hotel she
began pulling me toward the front desk.
"Let's get a room," she whispered.
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