Brianna’s Appointment

Sunday morning, and you can almost taste the prospect of Brianna coming over. You arrange and switch on the statuettes, the large one in your office, the small one in the lounge. Then it’s just waiting. You can’t concentrate on anything. All you can think about is her plump breasts and her tight pussy.

It’s late morning when the doorbell rings. Brianna’s standing there, in a grey baggy t-shirt and a grey skirt that extends down to her knees. She has a small rucksack on her back. You beckon her in, shut the door and she’s on you, a deep kiss which leaves you panting.

“And how do you want to do this?” you ask her once you’ve broken.

“Aunt Faye asked to see them when I get back, so I thought I’d start with a couple of preliminary sketches of you working in your office.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“And then…” she hesitates before continuing. “And then, if it’s not asking too much, I’d like to do some of you nude.”

“You want to get me naked?” Her nod is instinctive. “I have a rule. Anyone wanting to draw me naked, well the artist must be naked as well.”

“You want me naked?”

“I’ve seen you naked. Of course I want to see you naked again. And I’m assuming you didn’t come over here just to draw me.”

“No.”

“But you’ll have to be careful. We can’t have your aunt seeing drawings of me naked.”

“Oh, no, sir. I’ve brought two pads. One’s my standard pad, I use to draw most pictures, and one’s my special pad, I don’t show anyone.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Will you show me?”

She delves into her rucksack and brings out two pads, a large A4 pad well thumbed, and a smaller A5 pad. She passes the smaller one to you. Only a handful of the pages are filled. The first few are images of her naked, clearly taken from a mirror. After that are several images of penises, none particularly well done.

“I tried to draw what I remembered, but I need to see it.”

“You didn’t see enough of it before?”

“No.”

“Well, let’s get the safe for your aunt drawings done first,” you tell her with a smile.

The two of you take some time arranging your desk, laptop and you, for her pleasure. The idea is you working. You don’t switch on the laptop. You just pose. After a while she decides she likes the setting, gets her large sketching pad and gets to work.

You always thought posing would be tedious, and it is. Your concentration is not helped by the gorgeous redhead sitting there drawing you. When she’s examining you, your body tickles with her attention. When she’s concentrating on what she’s drawing, you appreciate the way her nose crinkles, and how her mouth purses with her effort. Her t-shirt is loose, but it can’t hide the swell of the bosom beneath it. She leans one way, and the shape of one breast is apparent. She leans another, and you get a different curve outlined against the grey cotton.

If your fidgeting is a problem, she doesn’t mention it. For about half an hour she draws. Several pictures. One where you’re hunched over the laptop. One where you’re sitting back. One where you’re looking away from it and towards her. She gets the basic details and then moves on to the next.

“I’ll finish them all later,” she tells you. “All I want is to catch enough of you now.”

After she’s happy with the third, she turns her brown eyes back to you and reaches for the smaller pad. “Now, can we do the nudes?”

“Is three going to be enough for your aunt?”

“I also told her I had some questions about your course. I’ll just say the questions took time.”

Makes sense. “Why don’t we do the nudes in the lounge?” you suggest.

You head into the lounge. There you start removing your clothes. Brianna hesitates for a moment before doing the same. She pulls off her t-shirt to reveal her boobs supported by a white bra. That comes off to reveal the beauty of her perky breasts, enticingly round, topped by nipples that just call out for your caress. She sees you looking and blushes. Very cute. Tio show it, you drop your trousers. Your penis is responding to the sights and is clearly visible against the cotton of your boxers. To make it clear, you drop your boxers. Her brown eyes widen and can’t pull away from your shaft as it bounces to your actions as you fold your trousers and boxers and put them to one side.

“There’s nothing here you haven’t seen before.” Or experienced. “And you still need to get… No drawing until you’re naked.”

That disturbs her from her trance. She’s letting her skirt drop off, removing her white knickers. Is that a wet spot on them? Looks that way. You don’t investigate. If it is, you’ll be investigating the cause of that wet spot very soon.

“How do you want me?”

Brianna decides she wants you sitting in the armchair, slightly skewed to start with. Watching her draw naked is even more enticing than watching her draw clothed. Now each swipe of her hand sets her breasts jiggling. You’re entranced by their movement, their actions as they sway back and forth. Your penis responds to the sight. So mesmerising. So beautiful.

She has you shifting position for the second drawing, legs spread wide, directly staring at her, your cock now a solid shaft pointing straight upwards. You can see she’s struggling to concentrate, more enamoured by the shaft before her than her desire to draw it. Halfway through she moves to kneel beside you, ostensibly to study it closer. Every line drawn draws her closer, until you can feel her breath tickling it. She licks her lips. Then she kisses the bulb.

At that moment all control from you or her is broken. She tosses the pad to one side. All her attention is now on licking your shaft, kissing your shaft, slipping the head between her lips and sucking. And your hands are reaching down to feel the weight of her breasts, the smooth, teenage skin, hot with her desire.