They take a break

Yusuke stared intently at his sketch, looking more and more dissatisfied as he analyzed each inch on the canvas, meanwhile, Futaba could barely keep her arms up, as her limbs began to shake and fail on her. The only thing keeping her arms up was ironically enough her split attention towards Yusuke cock and balls. She was so transfixed on his and her own nudity that she couldn’t feel the pain in her arms as she was **** to hold the awkward pose.

“Hmmm, this piece just isn’t speaking to me…” Yusuke said with his hand on his chin.

“Wha?” Futaba replied, seemingly confused.

“Why don’t you take a break for a minute, Futaba. I need some time to decide something.” Yusuke said, his gaze fixed on his sketch while waving Futaba away.

“Finally!” Futaba exclaimed in euphoric joy. Immediately she dove her hands in front of her body, covering her tits and hairy pussy.

“Can I put my clothes back on?” Futaba asked.

“No, I’d be a waste of time since you’ll just be stripping again soon.” Yusuke explained coldly.

“Come on!!!!” Futaba replied, pouting in frustration. “I don’t want to be naked all day!”

“I don’t necessarily see the problem. I find being in the nude quite relaxing. No go on, I need a moment or two by myself to gauge how we’ll continue.” Yusuke said, waving his hands for Futaba to leave.

“Fine…” Futaba replied.

She awkwardly shuffled out of the room, but not before catching a glimpse at Yusuke bare ass as he was busy staring at his canvas. She slide the door behind her shut, and found herself alone in Yusuke house, completely naked from head to toe.

It was surreal, being nude in someone else’s home. It felt wrong, but also oddly alluring to the orange haired girl. The feeling of foreign air against her nude body had an embarrassing, albeit addictive sensation to it.

She pulled her arms away from her body, letting her tits and pussy breathe in the open air, but something deep within her core was begging her to keep her hand close to her pussy, like a magnetic field ushers a metallic object closer.

Futaba looked down at herself, at her nude body. Her nipples were hard and pointed. She could feel goosebumps all over her body. What was this feeling?

Futaba blushed and shook her head. “You need to calm down Futaba! Don’t do anything you might regret!” She told herself.

She walked out of the small hallway and back into the living room. Even the small jaunt across rooms felt almost exhilarating to Futaba. She could feel her boobs bounce with each step, and the wind blowing against her bare skin as she walked felt almost intoxicating.

Her legs began to quake underneath the weight of this strange feeling, a feeling Futaba was vaguely familiar with. “No way I’m, horny right now, r-right?”

No, she was just worked up, Futaba convinced herself. She wasn’t at all turned on by her lack of clothes. That’s what a pervert would do, and she wasn’t a pervert.

She felt dizzy as several heat flashes hit her like a ton of bricks. She needed to sit down and rest before she collapsed on the ground. She stumbled onto the couch her parka was resting, letting the smooth and cool leather hug her nude body.

She closed her eyes and leaned back, taking several deep breaths as she tried to relax.