Drawing with Danny

Heavy footfalls broke the attention Danny had on his artwork, as through the brush behind him came crashing a figure. Panicking at the sudden rush he spun to face the figure and fell off the log he was seated on.

“Danny?” Asked a husky feminine voice as Nina's figure resolved through the foliage.

Danny sighed in relief at the sight of a friendly face, “Geezus you scared me Nina.”

“Sorry, have you seen Summer come through here?” The blonde asked scanning the surroundings.

“The tiny brunette?” Danny asked.

“Yes, that one, I lost her a ways back.”

“No. You're the only one whose come this way.” Danny said as he picked up his art supplies.

“Damn.” Nina muttered in frustration as she filled Danny's former seat on the fallen log.

“Why were you chasing her?” Danny asked suddenly realizing the absurdity of the situation.

“We were on a walk when I...You know it's really none of your business.” Nina ran her hands through her curly blonde tresses in frustration.

“What did you shoot her down or something?” Danny quipped laughing at his joke; until he looked at the confused and helpless expression on Nina's face. “Oh, shit.”

“God, I'm an idiot!” Nina burst out, “I should have seen this coming, I should have handled the situation better.”

“I don't know the history between you two so I can't really say; but what you should be focusing on is what you can do to fix the situation now.” Danny said sagely coming to a seat beside Nina who shot him a dirty look.

“Don't give me that perceptive artist bullshit.”

“Can't help it.” Danny shrugged.

Nina groaned as she jumped to her feet pulling at her hair as she paced the clearing. Meanwhile Danny was going through his sketchbook.

“Whatcha got there?” Nina asked.

“Some rough sketches mostly, nothing worthwhile.” Danny said shaking his head a little as he considered his sketches.

“Let me see.” Nina said retaking her seat and reaching for Danny's sketchbook which he relinquished.

“Like I said not my best work.” Danny remarked as Nina flipped through his portfolio.

“If these aren't impressive then I'd love to see something that is.” Nina said as she regarded a sketch of a bird on a branch, following the clean lines and minute details like feathers, eyes and clawed feet.

“I could draw you?” Danny offered.

Nina snickered at the thought, “What, like naked?”

“That's how I draw most of my models.” Nina blushed at this reply as she considered the offer.

“Okay.” Nina said handing back the sketchbook.

“Really?” Danny's face lit up with surprise at the revelation.

“It's just the two of us and if you are half the artist you are claiming to be...” Nina let that hang as she undid her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles, flashing her ass and black thong to Danny, who was struck speechless. “...This should be good.”

Danny snatched up his art supplies turning to a fresh page in his sketchbook as Nina stripped her t-shirt off revealing her large natural breasts contained in a white cotton bra. Watching as she unhooked her bra, the blonde artist drank in the scene before him, Nina's large soft globes spilling out as she pulled her under garment off, light pink nipples hardening slightly in the cooler air of the forest. Danny fidgeted as his dick tented the fabric of his board shorts, Nina turned to face him as she bent at the waist and slipped her underwear down her legs, breasts swaying pendulously as she stepped out of them. She shot a wink to Danny as he tried to hide his erection from her as she stood up, hands on hips, in all her glorious nudity.

“So how do you want me?” Nina asked seductively in her husky voice.

Danny swallowed, his mind clouded by arousal, “Uh, something classic, I think.”

“What does that mean?” Nina asked scrutinizing the flustered artist.

“You know like you see all the time in magazines. Maybe lay on your side and prop your upper body up. Danny said shaking his head a little to clear it.

“Okay I think I know what you mean.” Nina replied lowering herself to the ground and stretching out her legs as she used her arms to hold up her torso.

“Yeah something like that, hold it.” Danny said enthusiastically.

“Oh I should have laid something down, somethings digging into my leg.” Nina complained.

“Do what you have to to get comfortable, I'll try to make this quick.” Danny replied beginning his work. “I'll start with your upper body so find a comfortable position for your legs.”

Nina shifted her protesting limbs, being careful not to shift her torso too much as Danny's hand glided over his sketch pad tracing out the initial lines of Nina's figures in charcoal on paper. The blonde woman settled into a comfortable pose while the artist drawing her continued to flesh out her figure, his practiced hand gracefully tracing the curves of her neck and jawline. Danny's brow furrowed with concentration as he mapped the lines of his model visually and transferred those shapes through his medium to the paper, Nina watched him intently as he worked his trade on her, but his hand stopped its motion as a nagging sense of frustration took hold, stopping Danny's work.

“What's wrong?” Nina asked as the artist stopped his work.

“I don't know,” He said in a frustrated tone, “I start getting into my work and then my mind blanks, like I lose the will to keep drawing.”

“Sounds like you need some inspiration.” Nina said as she rose from the ground slapping the dirt from her thighs.

“What...”Danny started as Nina stepped up and dropped between the flustered artists thighs, pushing them apart revealing the tent in his shorts. “Oh shit...”

Nina slid one hand up Danny's thighs, into his board shorts, drawing a gasp as she started massaging his balls gently as her other hand undid the drawstring. The artist gripped his waistband and pushed his shorts down a little, freeing his restrained dick to Nina's pleasure as she gripped it asd started jerking the artist off gently. While her other hand continued to gently pull and squeeze Danny's balls, the blonde leaned in and gave the head of the penis an experimental lick, the musky taste of his dick coating her tongue as her blue eyes looked into Danny's brown orbs. Groaning as Nina began kissing the underside of his shaft, Danny's hand entwined into her thick curls as his model started traveling up and down his dick, pressing her lips into the turgid flesh. Pressure built at the base of Danny's shaft as the blonde ceased her foreplay, continuing to feed sensation to the artist with the hand on his shaft as she slipped the hand playing with Danny's balls along his perineum, caressing his asshole, eliciting a sharp intake from the artist. Nina lowered her mouth to the head of Danny's dick, wrapping the base of the head with her lips and applying pressure with the warm wetness of her mouth as her finger circled and probed lightly into the artists asshole, lacking any lubricant to properly penetrate the resisting ring of muscle. Swallowing more of the shaft, and probing the back of her throat, the salty precum lathering her tongue, the expert oral job from Nina pushed Danny to the brink, as the finger playing with his rear brought on sensual convulsions.

“I'm cumming,” Danny gasped out as the pressure in his shaft reached a peak and Nina responded by pulling her head back to the engorged tip and holding it as the muscles in his dick milked the artist of his spunk, into the warm mouth of his erotic model. Nina pressed her hands into Danny's thighs as he gripped her hair and tried to pull her head down further onto his shaft as she rode his orgasm to its end. Finally relenting the artist released his grip and Nina released his dick with a pop, flexing the muscles in her throat as she swallowed his seed.

“Fuck, Danny were you trying to tear my hair out?” Nina asked running her fingers through her curly blonde locks.

“Sorry,” Was all the spent artist could say as he basked in the sexual afterglow.

“How do you feel now?”

“Give me a second...Yeah much better,”

Nina resumed her former pose and teased, “So do all your models blow you like that?”

“Not all of them, and not like that, that was something special.” Danny replied as he retrieved his discarded art supplies and resumed his work. Now able to focus he finished in short order.

“And, done.” Danny declared as he scrutinized his work,flipping the sketchbook over to show his muse.

“What the hell,” Nina laughed, “I think you took some liberties with my boobs, and my hair; neither are that big.”

“Call it artistic license, they happen to be your best features.” Nina punched the artist in the arm as she took a seat next to him to more closely regard her portrait.

“Well I will say I look pretty good. So do you keep your drawings or give them to the model?”

“Do you want it?” Danny asked as he tore the leaf from his book.

“Sure.”