A Work of Art

Ron was waiting for her. She moved with an excitement he could see in her walk and had to smile as she climbed his stairs. “Hello.”



“Hello.” She said smiling.



“Did you have a good morning?” He asked. She stopped in front of him.



“Why do you ask?” She still had the smile.



“You have a euphoric expression, and a bit of a light step.” He told her, leaning on the railing and smiling back at her. She looked away and then back. “What is it?” He asked.



“Well, last night I….” He leaned in and raised his eyebrows when she paused. “Last night I slept nude.” She admitted, with a slight blush.



“You did?” She nodded. “So how do you feel now?” He asked.



“Surprisingly feminine.” She said. Ron shared her laugh.



“So should we see what the image looks like?” He asked. She nodded and they went into the studio.



Pansy emerged in the chemise, still a little nervous. She approached the platform and stilled when he felt Ron take her shoulders from behind. Sliding the this fabric down her arms, it fell to the floor. He turned her to face him, and Pansy felt her heartbeat race. She had been naked in front of men before but never to a man who looked at her as Ron did. They were looking at things they wanted to touch, feel and taste. Ron looked at her female form in an appreciation of nature. For the first time in her life she felt like the divine feminine, and she loved it.



She eased on the platform into position. Ron took a length of fabric in red silk and pulled it across her lap. It barely covered her hips and it if lifted an inch would show the junction of black hair at her thighs. When she raised her hands, Ron settled it under her fingers, letting her ribcage show.



She was showing far more skin then she had showed in her mirror last night but Ron looked very pleased. He adjusted her hair and as he liked, then looked at her. “Are you comfortable?” He asked.



“Yes.” She said, in barely a whisper. Ron rushed back to the easel and this time worked for nearly three hours. Pansy held her place, while Ron painted. He changed brushes, and pallets and tools. His face was so intense and Pansy found herself turned on by his passion. As she looked at him with a longing, his eyes met hers and they held for a moment.



Ron’s nostrils flared as he saw the desire in her eyes and he went frantic to capture it. This was the looked he wanted. He got the image in coal quickly. He would add color at another day. He knew facial expressions were fleeting and he might not get this look again. Ron was driven. She had the perfect body. The graceful curve of her back was evident, the smooth and lean muscles in her legs, her shapely ankles, and elegance of her neck. He would have loved to paint her nude but not for this.



When he saw her without the chemise his body ignited in passion. He wanted to bury himself in her right then and there. Ron had seen many bodies but Pansy was made for loving. He didn’t have to massage her, he knew a spell for sore muscles, his models needed it frequently. But when he saw Pansy’s body he couldn’t help it. He had to touch her. He still wanted to touch her again.



He captured her look, and the rest of her body, making correction when he needed. The canvas carried a black and white outline that would be ready for color tomorrow. Ron approached her and held out a hand. To his vast enjoyment Pansy took his hand and stood, leaving the drape behind. Ron looked down to her toes and back up again.



“You are truly lovely.” He whispered.



“Thank you.” She said and walked nude through his studio to the screen. Ron’s eyes never left her form. Her gracefulness was a joy to watch.



He stood on front of the easel, looking at the first stages of the painting. He could see the carnal need in her eyes and his cock hardened by the look he had drawn. Even her image made him crave her.



“Oh my.” He looked at her standing beside him. Her eyes were wide. “Is that me?” She gave a shy smile.



“Yes it is. I told you Pansy, that you are beautiful and here is the proof.” He took her shoulders and brought her to stand in front of him. “Do you see how desirable you are?” His lips against her ear, his chest against her back, his warm hands on her shoulders, made Pansy want to strip down and offer her body to him. “Do you see what a marvel of femininity you are? This is what I wanted to bring to my art.”



“You are a talent beyond anything Ron. You could make any woman feel this way.” She said. Ron brought his hands around her waist and pulled her against his chest.



“I can make women feel this way, but you make me desire you.” He cradled her body like a treasure. He was gentle with her, holding her with care. “You are meant to be worshiped.” He nuzzled her neck and released her, taking a step back. “I will be waiting for you tomorrow.”



“Tomorrow.” She said, leaving the studio.





Pansy arrived early the next day, but Ron was waiting. She walked in and went behind the screen. This time she came out not wearing s stitch. She locked eyes with Ron and walked to the platform, proud of her nakedness. Ron smiled at the newfound confidence.



She was glorious in her splendor, absolutely gorgeous. She took her place on the platform and let Ron arrange the details as usual. This time she didn’t take her eyes from his as he worked. His words from yesterday, had stirred her in a way she didn’t know, but she was confused.



Did Ron make all the women who posed for him feel this way? How many women like her felt this desire that she did? Did he seduce women with his art or was she special? She would hate to think that this attraction to her that he claimed he had would be gone when she left his studio for the final time. It was a sad thought and it showed in her face.



She wasn’t aware of Ron approaching her, until he was kneeling beside her. “What is it?” He asked her.



“Ron, I just had a thought. It’s nothing really.” She tried to convince him.



“A frown like that can’t be nothing.” He took her hand in his and brushed his thumb over her knuckles. “Tell me.”



“I was just wondering if you admire all the women that pose for you the way you say you admire me.” He watched her eyes. “It would hurt to know that this feeling will end when the portrait is complete.” She had a hard time admitting her fears, but she had to say it.



“Pansy, I know it seems like this painting is making you feel things, but I don’t want you to think that what I feel it false.” He took both her hands. “I hope that when we are finished with this, you will give me the chance to see you as a man and not an artist.”



“Can you separate the man and the artist Ron?” She asked.



“I think you might be the one to show me how.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers gently.